#jungkookxoc

[hangesophtalmologist]

Coffee house

pairing : jungkook x oc

genre : strangers to lovers ; fluff ; crack

synopsis : when jungkook meets a girl doing researches (yes, researches) on his group for the upcoming BTS concert, he decides to help her out a little.

warnings : none i think?

words count : 1.4k

parts : part 1 ; next

a/n : this is a really rough draft about a cliché love story, pls feel free to give me any feedback :) might change it later but i still wanted to post it in its first form.

Jeon Jungkook had been observing this girl since a while now.

At first, he only wanted to sit at this small coffee’s table, scroll on his phone while savouring his favourite drink. He didn’t pay much attention to his surroundings; until he thought he heard someone call his name repeatedly. He raised his head, eyes scanning the room for a person looking for him but none of the other customers seemed to pay him any attention.

He was about to brush it off, until he heard it again: a muffled voice sighing his name multiple times in a mechanical way. It was coming from a table near him, on which a girl whose face he couldn’t quite see behind her mask and cap was scribbling down on a notebook.

Did he mishear? Jungkook couldn’t say if her lips were moving or not behind the mask. If she was indeed calling him, it would be rude to just ignore her. But that was just a weird way to call out someone… whispering repeatedly one’s name while looking in a complete other direction.

Maybe she’s just shy, he thought. She’s probably a fan.

The young man didn't realize he had been staring at her for a long moment until his eyes met two questioning pupils staring back at him. Immediately freezing, he opened his mouth to defend himself but couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Is there something wrong?” the girl finally asks, raising an eyebrow.

Her voice was deeper than what he expected. Her tone, far from being rude but not overly sweet either, still held a kind note that made him realize she probably thought he wanted to ask her something. Snapping out of his trance, Jungkook shook his head and avoided her eyes.

“No, I just didn’t know who you were talking to,” he replied, trying his best to not sound too confused.

The stranger seemed to finally catch on the situation, her eyes lighting up with comprehension. She slightly bowed, apologizing, before looking back at the completely lost man.

“Sorry, I was trying to study. I must’ve spoken out loud without realizing,” she chuckled, though her answer only confused him more. “Sorry for bothering you. I just can’t get it in my head.”

When she said her last sentence, her eyes travelled to her phone put face up on the table. Jungkook followed her gaze, easily discerning a somewhat familiar Wikipedia page. Usually, he would have just ended the conversation, like any normal person would do. But the whole situation didn’t make any sense. He was sure he had heard her say his name, but why would she say it was for some homework?

Anyway, he should probably forget it. That was just a minor detail of his day, and he shouldn’t think too much of it. Why would it matter anyway? He had plenty of other stuff to worry about.

Let’s move on.

Forget it.

…

Would it be weird if he asked her directly?

Probably. It wasn’t his business, and obviously the conversation had died, since the girl had completely shifted her attention from him to the massive Wikipedia page displayed on her phone.

“You’re still staring.”

Jungkook quickly looked away, startled by the sound of her voice that snapped him out of his thoughts. He coughed a little bit, embarrassed about getting caught red handed. Since he didn’t want to appear as a total creep, he decided to ask the question that burned the tip of his tongue. At least she would know he wasn’t staring for no reason.

“I was wondering what you were studying. You seem really invested,” he said with a nervous smile, yet with an almost enthusiastic tone.

Nice save, he congratulated himself when he noticed her reciprocating his grin. Shifting on her seat, the stranger put down the pen she was using on her opened notebook. Jungkook half-expected her to answer shortly to his seemingly intrusive question, but she looked like she decided to take a break just to pursue their conversation.

“I can’t summarize shit, so my explanation might take some time,” she answered, smirking almost like she was challenging him.

Somehow, Jungkook felt eager to know. Or more like, he was irresistibly pulled towards her and weirdly appreciated being the object of her attention. Nodding, he lied and said he had all the time of the world to hear her story. He really didn’t, but right now he couldn’t care less.

“It’s not truly studying, as in ‘homework for the university’. It’s hum… Ah, this is embarrassing,” she hid her face with her hands, laughing softly before looking back at him. “Long story short, my younger sister wants to go to a concert, but she can’t go alone and no one in my family wants to accompany her. So, I secretly bought us tickets, but I don’t know shit about the group. And I don’t want to ruin her night by not knowing songs or members or… stuff? Because I know she’d feel guilty or worry I’m not enjoying it. She overthinks too much sometimes it can…”

Jungkook listened carefully to her explanation, a smirk blooming on his lips as the pieces of the puzzle clicked in his mind. He watched her hands move freely as she talked, almost hypnotized by the sound of her voice. Once again, without him realizing, he was staring at her a third time for the past half hour. Maybe because of the weirdness of the situation, he hadn’t taken time to observe her properly before. But when the waiter gave her a coffee, she slid her mask down her face and instantly, Jungkook’s eyes sinfully travelled to her full, rosy, perfect lips. Her face, even more than her voice, was unquestionably charismatic. Slightly tanned skin, strong jaw, big almond-shaped eyes, flat nose, thick eyebrows that matched her jet-black hair tied in a loose bun behind her cap… adjectives to qualify her face kept running into his mind but not one could perfectly represent how stunned he was in front of her.

“… and when I say everything, it’s really everything. Even the most irrelevant details.”

Hearing the flow of words coming to an end, Jungkook quickly pulled himself together and nodded almost at tad bit too enthusiastically. He knew it was his turn to talk but, too caught up in his staring and soothed by the sound of her voice, he only listened with one ear what she was saying. Still, he had understood the final situation.

“So, in order to attend a single concert, you’re about to write a whole essay on a group…?” Jungkook summarized, a teasing tone punctuating his question.

The young woman chuckled, hiding half her face in embarrassment.

“No, it’s just… I don’t know,” she shook her head with a soft smile. “I study everything I come in touch with to know more about it. I hate not knowing things. Trust me, I know it’s an awful habit.”

However, Jungkook didn’t feel as taken aback as one could be. He understood that this stranger, whose name he didn’t even know yet, had her own little world in which her logic would mean nothing in most people’s minds. But now that his fingers had brushed the surface of the bubble she was in, he wanted nothing more than cross it and explore the inside. Somehow, he felt confident enough to tell her he didn’t find her habit awful, but unusual and cute. He liked the way her eyes sparkled and how he was rewarded with the most honest laugh he had heard in a while. He was proud when she told him that was the first time someone even told her that and felt a rush of adrenaline in his veins when she said he was one of a kind.

Even though he had figured out who the group was, concerning how she was trying to memorize his name earlier and also the fact that they had a concert planned in two months in the area, Jungkook didn’t want to put an end to their comfortable dynamic. It had been a while since he last talked with someone his age, that didn’t know him nor walked on eggshells with him. He liked this girl, as in he felt comfortable around her and seemed really fun to hang out with. So, when she told him with a sigh that she needed to go back to her Wikipedia page, he didn’t hesitate to ask:

“Do you need help?”

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, almost looking unimpressed but with a teasing smile

“Well, unless you know the Bangtan Boys like the back of your hand, I don’t think there’s much you can do.”

And so, he flashed her a bunny-like grin, tilting his head on the side and looking very amused.

“Oh, don’t even worry. I know them by heart.”

#jungkook #jk #bts #strangers to lovers #fluff #jungkookxreader #jungkookxoc #jungkookfluff #fanfiction

[hopelessromanticdeviant]

The Rise, The Fall

Chapter 6: There's No Going Black

Chapter Summary:

“You have a nice house, Mrs. Mae” Jeongguk spoke casually, “I like the doilies,” a little too casually.

“Why, thank you. What a gentleman,” Haru’s mother feigned, considering his casual tone. She smiled as she poured the tea into three teacups.

The next few minutes were spent prodding Jeongguk for more information about himself.

“A Mercedes at your age, huh. Just makes one wonder what you do for a living,” Haru’s mother remarked, much to Haru’s annoyance.

“He’s not a shady guy, mom.” Haru gave Jeongguk time to think a fake profession.

~this is smut

“The lot that requested this hearing, step to the front,” Ryka, the elder heading lost souls in the middle-world stated.

He was simply an apparition, similar to a demon, but in the form of a ghost.

Taehyung, Jeongguk and Hyejin looked around for kindred faces, but found none. The demons that’d promised to stand by them had all betrayed them; not a single one made eye contact.

“Told you they’d bail,” Taehyung shifted close to Jeongguk and whispered.

Their hyungs were somewhere in the back. They’d taken time out of their schedule to witness the hearing.

Jeongguk nudged both his accomplices forward, scared of making the council heads wait.

“Well, go on then!” Lucas, the one in charge of middle-world beasts was an impatient one, “Don’t keep us waiting.”

Lucas had strewn fur, showing his years of service at the council. The lines around his eyes were deep-set, letting one know all about his rigorous experiences in the demon realm. His head consisted of a wolf’s face with a majestic mane, while his body was muscular; but showed his years. His legs resembled that of a mountain lion, with sharp talons, similar to his hands.

Jeongguk decided to take initiative as Taehyung shivered behind him.

“Uh-”

“We’re the ones they’re looking for answers from, sir. It’s about the rare event  that occurred on Friday,” he was immediately cut off by the council’s attendant.

“Well, it’s utter blasphemy then!” Lucas yelled, “How dare they decide to question the council? Do the younglings not know that we are the ones who decide their fate? I swear on Iblis, these young brats don’t have a single ounce of respect for our time.”

The air within the jury was so thin, Hyejin could swear she saw someone choking in the back.

“May I speak, sir?” Hyejin spoke softly, and all heads whipped in her direction. She might have not known court etiquette but someone had to speak up among them before Lucas decided to have their heads rolling.

“You may speak,” Juwon, head of middle-world demons, interrupted Lucas’ yelling with a single hand. He had an air of refined elegance about him that Hyejin had never seen in another demon, ever. Juwon looked like any other demon, but his eyes told you about his power. He could set anyone off running with a single look. He had platinum blonde hair and upturned eyes.

“We wanted to know about Friday’s event. So many souls were crossing at the same time, so it was concerning to us,” Hyejin spoke as firmly as she could, so as not to displease the council elders.

“Why keep a hearing for this? Any attendant could have answered your questions,” Juwon sounded tired as he dusted his robes.

Before Hyejin could reply, an attendant interrupted her.

“It was Lucas, sir.”

“The youngsters have to respect-”

“Yes, yes. We all know how much you like to keep hearings and put the younglings in a spot. Don’t get yours in a bunch,” Ryka said, cornering Lucas.

“Well, it’s better they hear it from us instead of half-assed information from other demons,” Lucas said, firmly.

“So much for blasphemy,” Juwon shook his head and sighed.

Imagine requesting a hearing and berating the people who stepped up for it first.

Juwon recollected his refined appearance and smiled at Hyejin.

“It was a bunch of war veterans cheating death. They made covenants during the war and failed to fulfill them, all alcoholics and old failures. That is all,” Juwon explained.

“Thank you, sir. That explains a lot,” Hyejin was so, so thankful for Juwon.

“Is that it, then? Damn, younglings-”

“You forced them to have a hearing, Lucas. Shut your trap before I smack it off,” Ryka interrupted, clearly tired of Lucas.

“You’re a ghost, you idjit. You can’t even touch me,” Lucas fought back.

“Want me to stay on top of you all the time? It’ll shut you up right away,” Ryka apparated right on top of Lucas, clearly annoying him.

“Hey, get off!” Lucas flailed his arms around, trying to shake Ryka off.

Everyone watched in awe. The air was completely different than before.

“Sir Lucas,” an attendant came running in, “Dylan from Chicago just called you a **** on CS:GO.”

“What the-” Lucas ran across the court to get Ryka off of him, “Pause the game. Fucking Dylan; I’ll be right there! We’re done here! Hearing closed.”

Lucas ran out, with Ryka rushing after him. This left only Juwon on the podium.

“But you can’t pause an online game, sir!” the attendant ran after Lucas.

The attendant then turned to the jury and gave a nervous smile, “He’s new to online games.”

“A bunch of kids, I tell you,” Juwon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

He clapped his hands and announced, “Well then, I think we’re done here. Friday’s event was a rare occurrence. If you have any more questions, you may ask our attendants. I doubt there will be more occurrences like Friday in the future,” Juwon looked at the jury again, “Dismissed.”

The entire court started whispering and talking while heads shifted. The court was soon empty.

Taehyung decided to break the silence outside once they reached outside the court, “Well that was…”

“Intense,” Hyejin completed for him.

.

There are many memorable experiences a person anticipates in their school life. Having your first kiss within the school campus, planning a trip with your closest friends being some of them.

Haru, too, had a bucket list of memory-making in her mind. What she didn’t anticipate was a handsome, air-headed, older man waiting for her outside the school gate in a shiny black Mercedes.

Every; mind you, every head turned in his direction when they passed by. A man in all-black in a black Mercedes; nothing weird about it.

“Jeongguk,” Haru whisper-yelled and swiftly walked to him, “What are you doing here? This is my school, you can’t come here like this.”

Jeongguk gave himself a once-over and gave her a questioning look, “Like what?”

The clothes were a completely different story, but an older man waiting for her outside her school sounded so shady.

“Who’s this, Haru?” Raemi sounded worried, “are you in trouble or something?”

The only person she didn’t want knowing about Jeongguk had already seen him waiting for her. Haru didn’t even know when Raemi got there.

“Wait, is it drugs?” Raemi went on when there was no reply, “Damn, Haru.”

Raemi fake-gasped, still wondering about all the possibilities why this man would be waiting for her.

“He saved me from an accident,” Haru blurted out without thought, “We’ve been talking since then. Just that. He’s older, you know.”

“What accident?” Raemi actually gasped this time, “Excuse me, no one told me about any accident! Are you okay, Haru?”

Raemi hugged Haru while Haru said whispered into her ear, “Don’t let anyone know about this. I don’t want to make a scene.”

Raemi suddenly stopped acting flamboyant, “Alright, but I think everyone has already seen him. You better think of an excuse. Why don’t you introduce me to him? He’s good-looking; I was hoping it would be more than an accident between you two.”

“Jeongguk, this is Raemi. She’s my best friend,” Haru motioned to Raemi, “Raemi, this is Jeongguk. He saved me from a road accident while crossing the street. We’ve become friends since then.”

“Hello, Jeongguk,” Raemi held out her hand for a handshake which Jeongguk gladly shook.

“You came to pick her up from school?” Raemi continued the conversation, “You’re that close? You brought a Merc too; what a way to show off.”

There was a hint of possessiveness in Raemi’s eyes.

Jeongguk looked at her as if he didn’t understand a word of what she’d said. He looked back at his car and stared at himself up and down, not finding anything amiss.

What was the girl implying?

“Yeah, he’s an airhead like that. Can’t keep a low profile, whatsoever,” Haru gave a pointed look to Jeongguk then turned to Raemi, “I’ll tell you everything later, okay? I have to leave right now.”

“Fine,” Raemi huffed, “But you better let me in on everything. What kind of friend doesn’t know when their friend has had an accident? Ridiculous.”

Haru hugged Raemi and nodded, answering her question. Raemi smiled at her and walked away, waving at her again from a distance. Haru waved back and turned to Jeongguk.

“Will you tell me what the hell you’re doing here?” Haru was seriously shocked he’d do something like this, “I can’t believe you.”

“Way to be grateful to someone who saved your life and has brought you important information from our realm,” Jeongguk scoffed.

“I am grateful,” Haru reminded, “But you stand out too much, Jeongguk. Can’t you keep a low profile? You’re literally signing omens of death with your appearance, right outside my school.”

“Because I wear all black-”

“And you have a black car,” Haru interrupted.

“-and don’t talk a lot?”

“You want me to change my appearance for you?” Jeongguk was in disbelief.

“No, but you could really benefit from a low profile,” Haru replied, already tired.

“I don’t need a low profile,” Jeongguk bit back, “When I don’t want to be seen I just go invisible. We don’t need to blend in when we can just disappear.”

Haru sighed, “Why are you so difficult? You can go invisible; I can’t. You are drawing attention to me right now, while waiting for me.”

“Alright then,” Jeongguk was tired too, “You could’ve just said that. I just had to get information about your situation to you as soon as possible.”

“What information? You found a solution?” Haru immediately perked up.

“Get in the car. I’ll drop you home,” Jeongguk motioned to his car, signifying he’d let her know everything on the ride home.

Haru immediately got in the car as Jeongguk followed suit.

.

“We recently had a reaping kind of thing,” Jeongguk began, “It happened right as you fainted.”

“What’s a reaping?” Haru was listening keenly.

“A large number of souls crossing – no, dying at the same time in this world,” Jeongguk explained.

“Oh,” was all Haru could muster, scared of what was coming.

“Many war veterans had almost exceeded their time on earth, so they were taken away together. Minutes between each other,” Jeongguk went on, “It means they were supposed to die either within the war’s time-frame or they would die in a reaping. It’s really painful; not a thing to boast about.”

“Huh? Did they cheat death or something?”

“It’s complicated…you know how people say their earnest prayers in hospitals and during calamities? Well, sometimes people end up making covenants with their prayers. A huge number of soldiers must’ve made some deals with demons, without knowing so. It’s laying out a condition such as ‘giving up on cheese sandwiches if I survive this war’ kind of thing, but much more complicated.”

“Makes sense now. That’s scary. Wish I didn’t know that,” Haru’s voice made her feeling apparent.

“They mostly forget about their deals, once they get what they want. This happens because they don’t really believe in gods, so they think they survived by fluke, and not because of their prayers. War will bring anyone to God’s doorstep. Basically, the prayer is made to both heaven and hell – if the condition is met, good will happen. If they disrespect the deal, bad will happen. Which is why; the reaping.”

“Man, I wonder if I’ve ever made such a deal,” Haru began thinking of all the times she’d said a prayer. But no, she hadn’t ever asked for something from the gods. She only remembered one time when she’d asked for Sungho’s wellness after his mother’s death.

“Yes, us heaven and hell-dwellers both, don’t take disrespect very well,” Jeongguk stated plainly. It was believable.

“How does this correlate with me though?”

“It definitely correlates to you. You fainted right as the reaping started. We almost lost you, Haru.”

There it was, the way he said her name as if patting her head like she knew nothing.

“Do you know anything about the 1950s?” Jeongguk continued.

“Why would I know anything about that era?” Haru immediately replied.

“I guess we’ll have to find out more about this phenomenon then. The council has already explained everything we asked them. I don’t know how long we can keep your existence from them…” Jeongguk said.

“What will they do if they find out?” Haru questioned.

“For starters, they’ll ask why I decided to save you.”

“Right. We’re toast on the first question itself. Nobody knows jackshit. Great. Understood,” Haru flailed her arms up in the air, giving up promptly.

Haru was quiet and reserved as Jeongguk pulled up in her neighborhood’s driveway.

“This is why you should be careful of your words and thoughts, all the time,” Jeongguk got out of the car and shut the car door after parking the car, “It doesn’t just happen in prayer. If you ask earnestly, someone will listen. Someone is always, always listening.”

Haru, too slid out of her seat and got out of the car.

Abruptly, a crow decided to let loose on Jeongguk’s black Merc.

“What the fuck- that asshole. I swear that stupid crow is following me everywhere,” Jeongguk muttered, to himself more than Haru.

“Well you’re very easy to spot and follow if you choose to show yourself…” Haru clicked her tongue.

“No, that crow is a fucking grown dude. It’s a fucking demon,” Jeongguk was getting angrier by the minute.

Haru promptly took out some pocket tissues from her satchel and wiped his car roof.

“There you go. All shiny again.”

That calmed Jeongguk a bit.

“How is the crow a grown person? And why’s it following-”

“Huh? What do we have here? Haru has brought home a handsome young man!” Haru’s mother, Chaerin came to the porch.

She gasped as she took in the sight, wiping her rimmed glasses.

“He’s so good-looking! And he has a Mercedes. You’ve hit the jackpot, finally. I’m so proud of you, my baby.”

“It’s not what you think-”

“Why don’t you come inside, young man? I’ve got some tea brewing and biscuits ready,” Chaerin’s voice was all flowery with Jeongguk.

Jeongguk stood stunned between the two women, and decided to let Haru speak for him.

“He’s a friend, mom,” was all Haru said.

“A friend with a Mercedes,” Chaerin corrected, “If not today, then some other day.”

Chaerin winked at Haru.

Haru sighed.

“I’m sorry about my mom. She’s quite animated when I bring new people,” Haru turned to Jeongguk, slowly shifting the conversation, “Let’s just have the tea and get it moving.”

Chaerin grinned brightly, making light out her daughter’s words and welcomed Jeongguk inside.

There was a lot of doily in the living room. A doily rug, doily cloth on the tv shelf, doily coffee table and doily covers on the couches. It matched Haru’s mother’s personality, Jeongguk thought.

“I’m Chaerin, by the way. Haru has told me a lot about you,” Chaerin continued.

“He knows I haven’t said a word about him, mom,” Haru immediately topped with a poker face.

“Well I’m sure you’re good company if Haru chose to be your accomplice,” Chaerin plastered a smile on her face.

Haru sighed, knowing what she meant.

“I’ll bring the tea and snacks,” Chaerin announced, softly clapping her hands, “Why don’t you help me, Haru?”

Haru nodded, anticipating what was coming. She looked at Jeongguk, basically signalling him to make himself comfortable while she helped Chaerin.

Chaerin spoke softly, “I hope it’s not something I should be concerned about,” as she poured the tea in a porcelain teapot.

“Before you start,” Haru prepared a tray from a cabinet, “It’s not drugs. Jeongguk saved me from an accident.”

“Jeongguk,” Haru’s mom clicked her tongue, “We’re on first name basis then? How’s it gonna be, after this?”

“We’re not going to be a thing, mom. We began talking, and found some things common. That’s all. He’s much older, y’know.” Haru was tired.

“Well then, I hope I’ll know in case of any developments?” her mom always made things complicated before they actually started becoming complicated.

“There will be no developments,” Haru decided to not argue this time, “but you’ll know when there are any.”

She just had to assure her mother that she wouldn’t get into any trouble.

Chaerin was happy with that, and simply hummed in response.

“You have a nice house, Mrs. Mae” Jeongguk spoke casually, “I like the doilies,” a little too casually.

“Why, thank you. What a gentleman,” Haru’s mother feigned, considering his casual tone. She smiled as she poured the tea into three teacups.

The next few minutes were spent prodding Jeongguk for more information about himself.

“A Mercedes at your age, huh. Just makes one wonder what you do for a living,” Haru’s mother remarked, much to Haru’s annoyance.

“He’s not a shady guy, mom.” Haru gave Jeongguk time to think a fake profession.

“My family owns an automobile company. It’s led by my dad and a few of his siblings. That is all for the Mercedes.” Jeongguk didn’t like the flow of the conversation anymore, given he had to mull over every sentence before speaking them into existence.

“Ah. Wonderful,” Haru’s mother beamed, “I know I’m being a total detective here. But I hope you can understand what this looks to people in general. No worries on you both hanging out though. I’m fine with it.”

Haru breathed a sigh of relief as she finished her tea. Jeongguk hadn’t touched a single biscuit, much to Chaerin’s dismay.

“But you’re to keep your room’s door open if you take him upstairs,” Haru’s mother motioned at her.

“Fine, mom,” Haru said in a robotic voice as she rolled her eyes, tired.

“You haven’t touched any snacks, dear. Don’t like biscuits? Should I get you something else?” Chaerin turned to Jeongguk again, always being the hospitable one.

“I actually ate before coming here,” Jeongguk excused himself, “So I’m already full.”

“Ah. No worries about that,” Chaerin assured.

“We’ll go upstairs then, Mom?” Haru cut in between.

“Off you go. Don’t give the handsome lad any trouble, if you can,” Chaerin grinned.

Haru gave her a look of ‘ugh’ and motioned Jeongguk to follow her.

Jeongguk gave Haru’s mom a small bow and smiled politely, and then followed Haru upstairs.

Haru’s room was pretty clean. Jeongguk had already seen it before, while loitering on the tree outside her window. She’d probably run away forever if she ever came to know that.

Jeongguk sighed.

Her room was a lot of yellow and pink. Pink pillows with yellow bedsheets, a yellow-cream wallpaper, and a light wooden desk in the corner. He felt pretty familiar in her house.

It was…warm.

“I can apparate inside your house now that I’ve been here once,” Jeongguk stated plainly.

“But you’re not doing that,” Haru said, without missing a beat, “This is my private space. You can’t barge in whenever you want, Jeongguk.”

She’d decided to explain, because hanging out with Jeongguk had made her realise how much of an airhead he was. The dude simply didn’t know a lot human gestures and emotions. So it was important to know where he was coming from, and also letting him know the reasons for things he didn’t understand.

“Right, I won’t,” Jeongguk nodded and surrendered his hands in the air, “I can still tap on your bedroom window from outside, if I ever need to talk to you.”

Jeongguk motioned at the window, and promptly, his demeanour changed.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? He followed me here too?” Jeongguk picked an eraser from Haru’s desk and threw it outside, shooing the damned crow that had been following him.

“What the hell, Jeongguk. Don’t throw my things like that,” Haru scolded when she saw Jeongguk looking for something else to throw.

“That asshole crow. I can’t believe this. He actually followed me here too. He’s staring at us from that tree!” Jeongguk had completely lost it.

“Calm down, Jeongguk. It’s just-“

“That’s a grown-ass demon, Haru! It’s not some unintelligible bird. It’s a pervert!” Jeongguk cut off explained, annoyed.

He decided to apparate to the branch the crow was sitting on, but the crow flew away before Jeongguk could grab it. Jeongguk re-apparated into her room.

“Sonofa-”

“A pervert, you say?” Haru repeated.

“Close the blinds when you’re changing and don’t let any strangers inside your house. I’ve got one more hellish issue to take care of now.”

Haru nodded, putting her trust in Jeongguk.

“If it’s following you, then it’s something to be concerned about. It might not be just a silly dude poking fun at you,” Haru said, understanding what was happening.

“It probably saw you, Haru. I mean, your soul’s color. I need to get my hands on it. If word gets out about you, we’ll be in lots of trouble. I’ll have to trade him something, like hush money of sorts,” Jeongguk explained.

“I’m sorry for putting you through so much, Jeongguk,” Haru peered at the floor.

“It’s been following me for a long time. Before you came. It’s not you. I don’t know what he wants. All the crows are in on it too.”

“What does that mean now?”

“They gossip a lot.”

Jeongguk picked up a notebook from her desk and opened a page, handing it to Haru.

“Draw a bird, any bird.”

Haru was puzzled for a moment, but grabbed a pencil anyway.

The sheer dumbfounded look of disbelief Jeongguk gave her was indescribable. She’d drawn a ‘V’ for a crow, the way kids drew in their mountain scenery with a sun and a house.

He snatched the book from her and drew a random bird.

“Which bird is this?” Jeongguk pointed at the drawing and asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe a sparrow?”

Jeongguk then proceeded to scribble on the page, coloring the bird all black.

“Now which bird is this?”

Haru gasped, “It’s a crow.”

“Draw another bird,” Jeongguk said, then changed his mind because of her previous show of talent, “Wait, give the book here.”

He drew three more birds and showed them to Haru in outline. Then, he proceeded to fill them in black granite.

“Crows!” Haru gasped, yet again.

“Any bird is a crow in all black.”

Haru coughed, as she painted a mental picture of Jeongguk with his car…

“Jeongguk…you’re always in all-black too.”

“Well, this isn’t about me. It’s about the damn crows!” Jeongguk was quick to counter, “They’re signature arch demons when it comes to birds. All crows, Haru. All of them are grown-ass demons. They’re not birds, but demons. I hate them.”

He made it sound like he was looking for accomplices in his hate parade for crows.

“Okay, they’re perverts. I get it. But it’s really weird how every bird looks like a crow when painted black. So weird.”

“I know. The crows are all jerks. I don’t know where to start from about this stalker crow,” Jeongguk said, exhausted.

“Have you told Hyejin? She might be able to help,” Haru suggested.

“Yes, she knows. But today is just too much. Fucking pervert. I bet it’s an old bastard too.”

“I’m gonna go talk to Taehyung. You, keep the blinds closed. You see any stupid activity among those bastards, you let me know. Anything amiss? Use your mark and give me a call.”

Haru nodded as Jeongguk instructed her like a little girl.

He promptly disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

That was the first time she’d talked to with Jeongguk for such a long time. He was so on edge the entire time after that crow had decided to loose his bearings on his car.

If Jeongguk was showing this much concern, it was definitely serious.

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Bloody Love...

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♠︎Pairing: yandere!king!jungkookxoc(coronis)

♠︎Genre: angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

♠︎Summary: "you happen to be in a world where wrong is right and right is wrong."

♠︎Warning: this fiction contains many triggering scenes. Kindly pay attention to the warnings in every chapter.

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{slow updates. Once or twice a month. I hope you understand that I have to focus on college as well!♥︎}

Prologue

Chapter 1: Eyes.

Chapter 2: Redolent.

Chapter 3: Touch.

Chapter 4: Secrecy.

Chapter 5: Familiarity.

Chapter 6: Sadness.

Chapter 7: Betrayal.

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3D: JJK💋 Part One

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: jungkookxOC’s in closed traid/polyamorous relationship. Sex (raw and protected), oral (female and male recieving), threesome. Some fluff and mild plot because theyre loveds afater all 😌✨

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The smell of cherry bomb body oil, weed and sex coated the air. Notably Jungkook's favorite combo, and he was a coni'sour of scents.

Incense.

OG Kush.

Shea Butter.

Pussy.

ESPECIALLY, Pussy.

Every woman was different based on various factors of diet and hygiene of course but there was a distinct musk that Jungkook found intoxicating. So much so, that his tongue licked at the air before curling over his top lip, his eyes rolling back as he savored everything.

Katya's pussy bloomed like the flower it smelled like, sucking his length in loudly as he drove himself deeper.

"Ah..ah..ah..shit..." she huffed against the bed, her gold ringed fingers fisting the crumpled sheets. From behind her, a tatted hand comes over her tawny waistline to squeeze her flesh, pulling her back to bounce against his dick.

"Oh fuck —- like that. Just like that.." she cried, Jungkook chuckling sharply through his nose.

"Hmm? like this Kitty?" He rasps, his eyes dropping to the silver piercings denting her dimples of Venus. He snaps his hips a bit harder, forcing gusts of air to jut from Kat's lungs.

"Look at you gripping my dick like you love it..My pussy? hmm? This is mine?" He taunts her with a heckling grin in his voice.

Normally, Katya would resist his need to dominate and make him really work for it. She'd deny his claims and make him prove it, ultimately ending in a mess of both of them. But today she didnt have the fight in her. She just wanted to cum again and again so she'd have an excuse to binge eat whatever was in the snack cabinet.

Sex burns hella calories after all.

"Shut up and just fuck me.." she muttered into the sheets. Jungkook grunts at her brash response, only happy to oblige as he lifted one leg up and planted his foot for balance, commencing to plow into her even harder and faster.

"Yes..yes...yesss.." she mewls, tearful eyes rolling back. Jungkook grunts as he kicked up his rhythm , his jaw slack and his brow crinkled as Katya tried to lift her head from the bed.

"Oh fuck yes..dont stop!"

"Uh uhn..down.." Jungkook shakes his head and he further enforces the demand by getting hold of her by her hair, a wavy knot of copper tangled in his fingers, pinning her head down to the mattress.

The pounding continues for another minute straight, Kat's inevitable undoing on loud and messy loop as Jungkook sought out to prove his point repeatedly.

The loud and messy sex is muffled effectively behind the door, far off at the end of the hall on the east side of the apartment.

Janelle is blissfully unaware as her key turns the front door's lock and she enters on tired feet, grimacing as she crossed the threshold.

Today was shit.

Everyone was rude.

Minor inconveniences felt monumental.

And her uterus felt like it had been doused in gasoline and tossed in a dumpster fire.

And her air pods just fucking died on her!

The telltale downward beeps further dampening her mood and muting the lofi she'd been on the whole walk home.

Today was shit, as previously stated, and it seemed to only get shittier.

"Fuck!"

Jungkook's voice is heard from the end of the hallway and based on his tone, Janelle assumed he was gaming or something. Her tummu fluttered at the sound since it confirmed he was home.

She just wanted to curl up under her man, sniff his neck while he rolled her a blunt and forget about the day she'd endured.

That was exactly what she needed.

Setting her keys and bag on the kitchen counter, Janelle shook her week old silk press out from its messy bun on her way towards the growing sound of her partner's voice ready to dump her troubles on him.

When she opened the door however, she's pinned by two sets of wide and surprised eyes at her sudden appearance in the doorway..

Her boyfriend of a few years, Jungkook. The tall and pretty idiot with dream boat hair, fuck boy tatts, abs for days and a toothy smile.

Although he wasn't smiling now..

"Nell.." he stammers, frozen where he was looming over the freckle faced ginger whose head was hanging off the side of his bed.

"Youre home early." He states the obvious , furrowing his brow as he's still nestled deep inside of Kat, both of them regarding Janelle with equal concern while not separating.

"Hey Jelly Belly.." Kat , her girlfriend of less than a year , greets her with a smile as sweet at the nickname spoken and Janelle mustered a weak smile in return.

"Hey Kat. Hey babe...I didnt mean to interrupt.." she begins, already about to close the door and leave them to it.

"Its fine/You didnt.." both canoodlers chime in tandem, shooting eachother a scorned look before putting the spotlight on the woman simpering in the doorway.

"Did you have good day at least? You look sad.." Jungkook goes on to ask and from the way Janelle's bottom lip trembles and her hesitance to answer, it was clear.

"Aww Belly.." Kat sits up on her elbows, pushing Jungkook back so that he has no choice but to pull out. His dick sheathed in cream-covered latex drooped under its weight, and he immediately begins pulling the condom off.

"Did you wanna talk about it?" he lifts his brows earnestly.

Watching the two of them scrambling to get away from eachother as if they weren't just engaged in what she knew was very intense sex, Janelle's blank expression gave little away as she shook her head.

"Naw. Im just gonna go lay down. Yall carry on..." she says.

There wasn't any room for a response since she hurried from the room, closing the door behind her to leave a half dressed Jungkook with a semi poking at his boxers and a topless and messy-headed Kat exchanging dubious and guilty looks.

Nearly a year ago...

"So who's in charge here? You or her.." Katya pointed her half eaten french fry between the couple sitting across from her in the booth.

The post rush buzz in the old-school-themed burger joint was supposed gave the three of them the space and comfort to have conversations such as this. Katya was fresh off from work with aching ankles from bartending all night. A gig she found to be her niche after her meager attempts at typical 9 to 5's flopping. It wasnt odd for her to get offers out for a late dinner and night cap post shift, with these two specifically, but tonight's meeting was different than the others for many reasons.

Janelle takes a sip from her soda through a straw, her pretty eyes lifting through her ebony bangs at the copper-headed redbone across from her. Beside her, Jungkook chewed lazily with his arm stretched over the back of the red tufted booth behind his girl's head. He glances at Janelle expectedly as he rached for one of her fries, the two of them smirking knowingly. She gives him a little nod and he returns it before speaking.

"No one's in charge of anyone." Jungkook muffles over his food, adding the stolen fry to the pile in his mouth. Janelle nods in agreement, swallowing her sip of soda and pushing her cup aside.

"Yeah, come on Kat. You know us. Theres no heirarchy here. He's with me and Im with him." she insists. Katya narrows here eyes at them both, still using her fry as a stylus drawing an accusatory figure eight between the two of them.

And she did know them. Mostly in passing at first. Jungkook frequented the outside of her bar with his gorgeously loud group of friends on their bikes with their tattoos and growling engines like mating calls on a Saturday night. She rarely paid them much mind.

At least until he brought those tattoos inside, flashing her with that stupid pierced smile before asking for a drink. Through small talk they became mildly aquainted, nothing unusal or overly flirtatious. Something Katya found intriguing until it became clear to her that Jungkook was taken.

Janelle was nothing like who Katya imagined Jungkook would date. With the sweet and innocent face of a baby doll but the body that most women show to the doctor as an example of what they want, Jungkook's girlfriend was opposite of him in almost every way. Flawless brown skin and shoulder length yaki textured tresses that swayed as she moved. Minimal make up apart from her NYX lip liner and Fenty Gloss Bomb'd lips that caught Kat's eye immediately.

No tatts. No piercings other than in her ears. Dressing in shades Kat never observed her man donning. Bright and bubbly and way out of his league if you asked her.

She stuck out among the grunge when she entered the bar behind Jungkook the first night she saw her, intriguing her even more...

"Mmhmm...So now yall want to add me to the mix, right? Not just on some 'one night' basis.." Kat finishes what she assumed Janelle was going to say, popping the pointer fry in her mouth.

Kat normally wasnt this straightforward on her dates, despite being a naturally shrewd individual, but this date felt like more like an interview from the way Jungkook and Janelle sat across from her with open eyes and ears for any questions she may have.

Proposing for someone to be a part of a nontraditional polyamorous relationship wasnt as uncommon as people liked to think. And it surely wasn't Kat's first offer.

She just didnt expect it from them.

"This was your idea wasnt it?" Kat adverts her glare to Jungkook now, making him choke on his drink mid sip.

"What? Why would you assume that?" he coughs humorously and Kat shrugs with ber elbow on the table.

"Iont know. Because its always the mans idea. You know how many bitches fake being gay just to appease their dude or keep them from cheating? How should I know this isnt that?"

"Because it isn't." Jungkook grunts, not showing anything other than amusement at Kat's demeanor. Janelle seems taken aback by the the statement however, her soft eyes widening.

"No one is faking anything, first of all.." she shakes her head, her pout pulling Kat's attention back to her. She lifts her brows at the implication, looking Janelle up and down with even more interest and a smirk.

"Oh?" she mirths.

"And I'd never cheat on Nell. This is something she suggested..." Jungkook cuts in, Kat's eyes jumping back to him.

"Hmmph..I have a hard time believing that but ok.." the ginger shrugs, leaning back on her side of the booth. Finding the skepticism a little vexing, Janelle scoots closer to the table to assume the position Kat had just been in with her elbows and forearms resting on the table.

"Its true. And the part about it being my idea is too. Look, Jungkook and I have been together a while. We get eachother. Likes and dislikes. Bad habits and pet peeves. Fantasies and ambitions. He's legit my best friend."

Janelle pauses to look over at her boyfriend, who just gives her a smile that told Kat the feeling was mutual.

"I know it's probably hard to explain but...I brought up the idea of opening our relationship up a little and Jungkook was hesitant because he never considered being with anyone else. And neither did I but, I dont want one of our needs for something different to seperate us when we could experience it together. Or at least with some level of understanding between eachother."

"So is this about sex or..." Kat cuts in, still wanting to get to the root of the situation. Janelle grimaces lightly in thought, her eyes lifting towards the ceiling breifly.

"Eh..yes and no. The companionship aspect is relevent here too. We're not just looking for someone else to have sex with. Sexually, we have zero complaints when it comes to eachother, but that's not to say theres things we're not open to try..."

Kat sits with both of her arms resting on the back of the booth, her short legs tucked underneath her comfortably. Her hard expression softens the longer she listened to Janelle.

She had a nice voice. Soft and slightly raspy. Easily the most placating tone Kat had ever heard. She'd listen to her read a grocery list and be this invested.

"...Point is..We know you and you know us. We both find you attractive and Im comfortable with coming to you with this. But Kat, if youre not interested, that's fine. And Im sorry if this makes you uncomf..." Janelle pauses when Kat shushes her, one black coffin nail lifted.

"Hush babe. Im interested for sure. In you more than him..." the nail tilts in Jungkook's direction.

And that was saying something because he was most definitely her type. From the charcoal tinted tattoos, broad shoulders and chest, height, and urban style of dress. But something about his girl made her tongue water in ways she didnt want to say out loud just yet.

"Youre cute though , so No offense." she adds.

"None taken." Jungkook smirks and she continues.

"I just wanna make sure this is a legit arrangement where all parties are on board and participating on their own free will. I dont want you feeling weird or imposed upon by my presence. Because Im not sure if you knew but Im alot to handle."

"Im not worried. Are you babe?" Janelle smiles over at her partner with expectant eyes, and its too damn sweet and enthusiastic for the context of their conversation.

Even Jungkook's eyebrows go up in surprise at his girlfriend's bold response.

He picks up his drink again, smirking around his straw as he shakes his head in amazement and disbelief. He takes a quick draining sip that gurgles the ice cubes,setting it back down.

"Yeah..Im not worried at all either, Kitty Kat."

The unsolicited nickname makes Kat's eye twitch, and something else deep between her legs. She hated it and could already see that Jungkook was going to be an issue. Unlike Janelle, who seemed to be the more accommodating of the two despite her calling the shots.

She regards him with a lifted brow and Jungkook mereley smirks back at her with a challenge in his eyes that made her want to come across the table.

Kat mirrors his expression, licking her top teeth sexily before lifting her chin.

"Ok. Im in."

A few knocks at the bathroom door were followed by its creaking hinges and Janelle opens her eyes just as two guility faces peaked through the steam.

Feeling rather sticky from being outside all day, Janelle decided to soak her stress away in a steaming bath of essential oils and relaxing fragrance. Her face had been scrubbed of her make up and outside exposure, her straightened hair pulled up into a knot on top of her head. She knew the sweat from her scalp would have her roots reverting but she didnt care.

The sharp pains in her pelvis had just began to subside,  but she knew this was just the beginning considering her cycles in the past.

She says nothing as her partners approached, her expression tired and stoic as she turned her head to face them.

"You alright?" Jungkook is first to speak, stepping ahead of Kat to sit on the toilet lid. He was fully dressed now, the only evidence of his activies being the way his messy hair.

Kat stands near the sink, leaning her hop against the counter in her crumpled gym shorts and bralette.

The bubbled water ripples gently at Janelle's slow nod, a weak smile gracing nude lips.

"Yeah..just tired. And sore."

"Period?" Kat scrunches her nose in disdain, folding her arms over her chest. Janelle nods again.

"I think so. Im not bleeding but the cramps are just over the top today. I popped two pain pills an hour ago and its barely taking off the edge."

"So thats why you left work early? Damn...Why didn't you call me? I could have came to get you." Jungkook scolds her, knowing the distance bewteen her job and their apartment wasnt small. He was generally the one taking her on the back of his bike when he was available.

Janelle gives him a weak smirk.

"Well I called but..." her eyes go to Kat breifly before continuing.

"I think you were busy." she cringes, sinking lower into the water as realization slaps them both in the face.

Yeah, they were busy.

Busy fucking.

All while their sweet little succulent was in need, calling both of their phones before ultimately deciding to hoof it 5 blocks before her manager changed his mind about letting her leave early.

Jungkook's head dropped, smacking his face into his palm.

"Shit..Im sorry babe...really." he mutters, guilt-eating him from the inside out. Kat steps towards the tub, dropping to her knees to come closer to Janelle's level.

"Yeah sorry Belly. Our phones must have been on vibrate or something.." she pouts guiltily. Jungkook shakes his head in disagreement.

"Even then, we should have been more aware. What if it was an emergency?" he directs his fussing at Kat, who turns to him sharply.

"No shit Sherlock. You were the one who could have been the most aware considering the fact that it's your responsibility to pick her up. So dont blame me.."

"Im not blaming you." Jungkook rolls his eyes.

"Sounds like you are.." Kat seethes and Jungkook is ready to continue arguing when Janelle slaps the water in frustration.

"Stop fighting! Damn..Its fine. Im not dead. It not the first time Ive had to walk somewhere in my life and it wont be the last. Plus it was early...You could have just as well been asleep and missed my calls so..its no big deal. Shut it.."

In the way she always did, Janelle effectively ends the bickering between her overprotective boyfriend and her vigilant girlfriend with the simplest reasoning.

They still glowered at eachother resentfully, as it they werent just doing loud and raunchy sex with eachother 30 minutes ago.

Jungkook sticks his tongue out st Kat childishly before dismissing her presence, returning his full attention to Janelle.

"Ok but Im still sorry. It wont happen again, I promise." he assures her. The stress melts from her face at his unnecessary apology.

"I know babe. It's ok, foreal. Im just glad I'm not at work anymore. Everybody was unusually more rude and aggravating today than normal. I think im just gonna stay in this weekend. I know yall wanted to go out tonight but I dont think im gonna make it. It hurts to walk. Hurts to stand..." she trails off.

Kat reaches over and dips her arm into the water to rub Janelle's thigh in empathetically, resting her chin on the edge of the tub.

"Awww Belly. I hate seeing you like this. Makes me sad.." she pouts.

"Same. Yeah we're definitely not going anywhere tonight. I'll just tell Tae to sell those tickets he copped for us. There was a show I wanted to take yall to but fuck it." he shrugs casually. Kat looks at him over her shoulder, her normal frown nonexistent at the knowledge of his plans.

"You got tickets to see Bad Omen's?" her voice is small, most likely her attempt at not seeming too excited. Knowing her favorite band was in town for one night with no available tickets had her in her feelings all week, and learning that Jungkook got the hook up on tickets anyway made her wish she'd been a little nicer to him.

Just a little.

Janelle looks to Kat's hopefull face and wilts with guilt.

"Awww no. Kat was so sad she couldnt get those tickets. You guys should just go. I'll be ok.." she insists, resting her hand on Kat's under the water. Both Jungkook's and Kat's snap towards Janelle.

"What? No..." Kat begins.

"Yeah, that wouldnt be right. You wanted to see them too." Jungkook adds.

Janelle shrugs her shoulder.

"Only because of you and Kat. I know like..one song. That was yalls thing. I wouldn't be upset if you went." she locks eyes with both of them.

Theres a moment a silence in the bathroom as Kat and Jungkook considered her words, neither of them feeling comfortable with her suggestion to leave her behind.

"Nell.." Jungkook frowns, his eyes forlorn and in avid disagreement. Janelle just shakes her head.

"Just go. Both of you. I'll be fine, I promise. Tell me all about it. Kat, record if they do my song, record some for me?" she squeezes Kat's hand with the gentle ask and Kat's pouted lips twisted in conflict.

"Please?" she lifts her brows, giving the world's most irresistible set of puppy eyes anyone had ever seen.

With s reluctant smile of her own, Kat nods slowly.

"Of course Belly. I'll record the whole thing." she ensures her.

Feeling satisfied with the agreement, Janelle smiles tiredly at Kat before releasing her hand.

"Good. Its settled then. Now if y'all don't mind, talking is starting to make my head hurt and I want to soak a little bit longer.."

"Say less.." Jungkook is first to stand, gesturing for Kat to follow him with a irrefutable look in his eye. For once, Kat doesnt protest and she nods before leaning to kiss Janelle's wet temple.

"Let us know if you need anything, Ok?"

Janelle nods, beaming weakly at Kat's show of affection before speaking.

"I will. Now get out." she smiles and the two do just that, Jungkook following behind Kat. He gives Janelle one last look with fondness as well as melancholy in his gaze before shutting her back in her steamy candle lit oasis.

In the hallway, Kat taps Jungkook on his chest with the back of her hand to get his attention.

"Hey..Are we seriously gonna go to that show and leave her here in pain?" she whispers roughly so Janelle had no chance of hearing them.

Jungkook kisses his teeth, glancing at the door breifly before shaking his head.

"Fuck no...I just wasnt about to argue with her. I might go to the store though. Get her some shit to help her feel better.."

"Ok good because I was gonna say..."

"Hell naw." he chuckles.

Jungkook's about to walk away when Kat stops him again. He lifts his brow curiously at her soft grip on his forearm.

"Why didnt you tell me you got those tickets? You knew I was trying to get them.." Kat says lowly, not quite in a whisper.

Jungkook smirks at the question.

"I know. I was planning to surprise you with em. You know Tae works security at that venue sometimes so he pulled some syrungs for me." he shrugs nonchalantly.

Kat's peircing eyes thaw instantly, the corners of her mouth perking up in a smile.

"You asshole..I could kiss you. I didnt know you liked me that much." she perts her lips, nudging Jungkook's pec with her fist. His nose crinkles with his smile, feeling a tiny bit of satisfaction at effectimg Kat this way. He reaches up to pinch her chin between his thumb and index finger affectionately.

"Aww. Come on now. You know me better than that Kitty Kat.." he teases.

At the sound of the dreaded pet name, Kat's smile vanishes and she snatches her chin from his hold.

"aand you just had to ruin it.." she grimaces but Jungkook merely grins as he leaned in for a chaste kiss, pecking Kat's pout loudly.

"You'll be ok." He slides in cheekily, giving her ass a smack and squeeze before they go their separate ways towards their respective quarters.

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[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 12)

Synopsis: When your stereotypical Christian Grey meets his not so stereotypical Anna

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Pairing: Jungkook x OC

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Honestly, after seeing Mrs Choi for the first time, I had no idea she would be one of those eccentric client who asks for a ridiculously edgy concept for her home.

It's always the most normal-looking ones...

I look away from the blueprints spread across my desk when I hear my phone buzzing. When I check I see it's a text message from Sidney.

Squidney : Wanna come home for your lunch break? I made lasagna

Her text makes me smile a little. We haven't been talking much ever since that fight after the inauguration party.

She made me feel like I was the unstable kid no one in the family trusts to take care of themselves. And honestly it's probably true that no one trusts me, but I feel like my words are not going to prove anything so I just have been focusing on work and not talking to her very much.

This text is definitely a truce appeal. And I don't like not talking to Sidney, but at the same time I don't know how to feel about the fact that every time I will tell her anything about Mr.Jeon or any other man she will probably disapprove, but not tell me so we don't fight. 

I’m scared of the hypocrisy.

“A windmill house?”

When I look up from my phone, I see Joon who had been brainstorming with me this morning, flipping through my folder.

“Focus.” I tell him, snatching it from his hands before he can find the contract I just printed out for Mr.Jeon.

I don't know how to make a contract so I just used one of our standard ones and put my name on it.

“In London?” He inquiries, sounding excited. I know right?! But I can’t be talking about this with you.

“Namjoon.” I admonish.

“Okay.” He gives up, sliding off my desk and looking back at the blueprints.

“I can give you an alcove, but not windows.” He says, pointing at the kitchen area. Wait what?

“I thought that was doable.” I retort.

“It is, but we’d need to restucture the entiere building. We don’t have the budget nor permission for it.” He explains. Well, he could just have said no when I asked him!

“Okay.” I murmur. So without concave windows. we're going to have to create the roundness inside the apartment.

“Don’t sulk.” I hear Joon coo next to me. 

“I’m not, I’m thinking.” I reply, retracting my pout and releasing my frown.

“Move the pantry here.” I propose, pointing at the space between two windows. One's in the kitchen, the other in the living-room.

“Here?” He doesn't sound convinced.

“We can use the gap between the old and new partitions as storage. And put the alcove here. It’ll be the limit between the kitchen and the living room." I explain. At this point I don't see any other option.

“That I can do. That’s actually a great idea.” Joon nods. Cool!

“Good Job.” He compliments, fist bumping me before exiting my office. Once I'm alone, I quickly text Sidney back.

Me: Lasagna sounds great, syl

I’m back home by 12:30, and when I open the door the delicious smell of cooking meat invades my nostrils. Just as I close the door, Juno trots up to me with her tail wagging happily. 

"Hi Juno!" I beam at her, kneeling to scratch her head. She looks so cute with her little blue bandana around her neck. She barks hello, and I drop a kiss on between her eyes.

When I walk further in, I find Sydney tying her hair up in a bun with a chopstick behind the kitchen counter.  The table is set for two.

"Hi." She smiles at me.

"Mmmmmh... lasagna!" I sing, tossing my bag on the couch. I join her in the kitchen and kneel in front of the oven. "Smells amazing." I observe. The lasgna is almost ready, I can see the meat juices bubbling under the cheese. She really makes the best lasagna.

"Thank you for the food, Sidney." I thank her, standing up and pecking her cheek.

"You're welcome." She hums, and even though we still haven’t talked about our fight, I know I can’t stay mad at her. 

Since everything is set and all that’s missing is the lasagna, we both sit down at the table and open a beer.

"We haven't been hanging out much so this is great." I say after we clink our bottles.

"I know, I wanted to say I'm sorry." She replies, looking at me with sad eyes.

"It's fine, really. I know you're just looking out for me." I counter. It was a silly argument. Ultimately, I understand her. I wish she didn’t think this way, but I understand where this is coming from, and I can’t be expecting anything else from her. Or anyone from my family.

"No, I'm sorry for making you think I don't trust you." She argues. "I'm just scared."

"Listen, I know how similar these two men are. Trust me, it's been weird for me too." I say reassuringly. "But somehow he hasn't made me feel how I'd be feeling before." I add. "Quite the opposite actually."

I frown as the words leave my mouth. It’s only hitting me now that in a way, Mr.Jeon is nothing like the type of man he looks like. I have all these preconceptions about him, and while he still hasn’t proved me wrong, I can’t say I feel like I’m right about him yet.

"And I don't know what to do about it." I mutter to myself, drowning half of my sentence in the neck of my bottle. There’s a moment of silence, where Syd seems to be hesitating to speak.

"I just don't want to lose you again." She admits after a beat. I know everything comes down to that. I reach across the table and grab both of her hands.

"I know. And whatever happens I'm not letting him or anyone pull me away from my family." I affirm, looking straight into her eyes. "It's not happening again." I promise. She smiles and nods, seemingly reassured.

"You know," She trails off, rmoving her hands from mine and resting her chin on her palm. After all this time you've been part of my family, I still didn't think you liked Asians."

"What the hell?” I laugh out loud. This girl!

"I don't know, I just never thought of it." She giggle with me. I shake my head at her as our laughter fades.

"Promise me you're being careful." She demands quietly.

"I am being careful, Sidney." I promise.  "You know, what made me really mad the other day was…”I pause, looking for the right words. "That somehow you think I didn't learn my lesson?"

"No, that's not what I think." She shakes her head vigorously. "I just-" She pauses and thinks for a second. "I trust you, but I worry still." She says.

I’m not expecting any less from her.

"I think..." She trails off, but chokes on her words, and her eyes become shiny with fresh tears. Oh, no!

"Sidney, come on." I scold as she blinks her tears away.

"Shut up, let me talk." She snaps, aborting the waterworks. She sighs deeply, her eyes still very wet. I hate seeing her like this.

"I think seeing you with a man brings back a lot of memories." She explains, her voice still shaking. "Your therapist said your first relationship after B-"

"Woah woah woah, who talked about a relationship?" I stop her dead in her tracks. I understand her worry, but I’m not trying to date anyone. Yes, Mr.Jeon and I are flirting, but we both know what to expect.

"Even a quick shag, she said it's bound to bring back memories." She argues.

"I told you, he still hasn't made me feel like that." I retort.

"I know, and that's great." She says. "But we also had our own trauma that me and your parents and everyone else went through." She argues.

"And obviously it's not as dramatic as it sounds but,” She says, shaking her head. "Knowing that you're potentially seeing someone, it kinda feels like PTSD." She says to me.

"I understand." I reply. I guess, neither me nor my family is prepared for me seeing someone again. After all, it’s something that I hadn’t thought of in a while, not even once.

“And if I feel unprepared for you being out there again, imagine how your parents will react.” Sydney adds.

“I’d rather not.” I reply. Honestly I’d rather stay single.

“It’s going to feel so sudden for them, because they’re not even witnessing the talking stages-“

“I’m not dating this man.” I remind her. I won’t have to introduce anyone to my parents for still a very long time!

“Still.” She retorts. “It’s going to be difficult for them. And they’re probably going to make you feel worse than I did.” She says as a warning. She’s right. My parents will probably reject anyone I bring home out of pure protectiveness, without even trying to get to know them.

“But always out of love for you.” She adds. My mind is reeling. Me getting a boyfriend will be such a headache.

“Let’s postpone the moment as much as possible then.” I sigh, grabbing my beer. “Shagging only.” I toast, and it’s like a promise at this pont. Sydney laughs at me, but still mimics me.

“Shagging only.” She repeats after me.

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After a rather calm day at work, I drive down to Mr.Jeon's office in the City. It's a place I've never been to in the 2 years I've been living here in London, because why would I? I earn half of what the worst paid people here make.

My red mini doesn't fit between this tall grey skyscrapers, Mercedes and Audi's around me.

Mr.Jeon told me to park in the underground parking lot after announcing myself to the guard, before going to the first floor to announce myself again. The building is almost empty as it is past working hours.

After getting clearance, I'm escorted by a pretty brunette up to the 17th and last floor. I pass countless empty offices, until my guide stops in front of the sole lit up room. The wall is glass, so I can see about a dozen people inside.

"Mr.Jeon is in a meeting right now." The woman informs me. "You can wait for him right here."

She points at two chairs in the hallway placed by a closed office, right across from the meeting room.

"Thank you." I smile politely at her before taking a seat. The chair happens to be placed near the back of the meeting room, where I finally spot Mr.Jeon, sat down at the end of the table.

The motion of me sitting down catches his attention. He looks outside and spots me. I give him a smile and a slight nod to say hello. He smiles back to me, before reaching in his pocket and pulling his phone out. He starts typing, and I receive a text seconds later.

Mr.Jeon : You're early.

No, he’s late.

Me : I didn't want you to fire me again. 

I type back, press send and look up to dee his reaction. He smirks, looked amused as he types his answer.

Mr.Jeon : I would never. He writes back, followed by:

Mr.Jeon : You look very pretty today.

I purse my lips to stifle the unwanted smile creeping on my face. He's probably looking at me to watch me swoon and melt at his comment, but I won't give him this satisfaction.

When I look up, his eyes aren't on me. He's back into his meeting, looking straight ahead at the different numbers on  screen across the table.

Me : Texting during a meeting? I reply, deciding not to acknowledge the compliment. When he gets the notifications, he makes a quick matter of his response.

Mr.Jeon : Take the compliment. 

Oh this feels like an order. This man would love to boss me around.

Me : I don't like your tone. I retort.

When he sees my text, his head immediately turns to me, his eyebrows raised and his eyes challenging.

I shrug a shoulder, indicating I don't care if he doesn't like what he just read.

The corner of his mouth jerks a little, and he rolls his tongue against his cheek to refrain a smile, before looking back at his phone. I receive a text shortly after.

Mr.Jeon : Take the compliment, please. 

Me: No.

When he gets the text, his eyes shoot up at me, and he slowly shakes his head, seemingly amused.

But he doesn't reply. He instead focuses on the words being said inside the room. I watch as he suddenly frowns, and then start flipping through a pile of paper he has in front of him.

I don't hear what he's saying but he looks confused and slightly annoyed. He tells something to the man presenting, clearly reproachful.

Me: What's the meeting about? I ask out of curiousness. He doesn't look at my text until the issue is settled and his employee gives him a satisfying answer.

I'm already scrolling through my Instagram timeline when I get his response. Three texts in a row.

Mr.Jeon : Boring stuff 

Mr.Jeon : And finances

Mr.Jeon : What are you doing tonight?

Of course he'd ask. I smile at my phone.

Me: I don't think it's any of your business.

Mr.Jeon : Why do you assume I'm asking for unprofessional purposes?

Me: Because you probably are

Mr.Jeon : I wish Maya

Me: It’s Miss Fair for you

Mr.Jeon : Are you staying for dinner, Miss Fair?

Me: I'll have to decline...

I'm only declining to play hard to get. I would love to have dinner with him. Heck, I know I would want to take it even further. But I should be careful. I just promised Sid.

Mr.Jeon sits up first, buttoning his dark blue suit and signaling the end of the meeting. It is now 7:15. Everyone in the meeting follows, gets up and packs up, while Mr.Jeon exits the room first. I rise from my seat.

"Miss Fair." He greets me once he’s at my level.

"Hello, Mr. Jeon." I smile it him, extending my hand.

"Sorry for making you wait." He says to me, taking my hand shanking it.

"No worries." I reply, very well aware of the female employee taking her sweet time exiting the meeting room so she can stare at me. Does everyone in his company want to fuck him? Probably honestly.

“Long day?” I ask him. I can’t imagine having meetings until seven.

“Indeed. And you’ve already made it better.” He replies, successfully earning a chuckle from me.

"I have that effect on people sometimes." I shoot back.

"It's not the only one you have." He concurs. Oh, please. 

“Let me show you to my office.” He invites, before guiding me down the hall to the door at the very end of the corridor.

After tying a code, Mr.Jeon opens the door that leads into his office. 

It's a big, almost empty room. The back wall is entirely glass, making for a sweet landscape painting of downtown London. He has a rather small desk, with a leather ergonomic chair and two other ones placed across from him. As I walk further in, I notice a black leather sofa against the wall near the door, a chest of drawers and storage spaces and a sad single tall plant.

"This place is so sad." The words are out before I can understand how rude they are. I spin around to face Mr.Jeon, who is closing the door behind us. He's frowning at me.

"I'm sorry." I stutter, feeling my cheeks heat up. 

"I mean empty." I correct myself. He pauses for a second, and I believe the quick exhale of air he does after that is a quiet chuckle.

"I don't spend that much time here." He says in a way of explaining. "But I'll be happy to have you work on my office as well." He adds. This man always has his goal in mind.

"I'll think about it." I reply evasively.

“Have a seat.” He invites. I sit my butt on on the chair and watch him walk over to the left side of the room. 

“Would you like something to drink?” He proposes. Thats when I realize the storage spaces I saw where built-in furniture.

“You have a fridge in your office?” I don't know why I'm so amazed.

“I also have a bathroom with a shower and the sofa’s convertible.” He replies. A bathroom?

“You spend nights here?” I ask him.

“Sometimes." He answers simply. Woah. "Wine?” He offers. 

This man is always trying to get me drunk! Or maybe he's just trying to make me stay.

“I just need a quick signature.” I decline politely.

“Where’s the rush? Aren’t you off work?” He retorts.

“I am, but I'm not drinking tonight Mr.Jeon."

"Okay." He doesn't push, and instead closes the fridge and walks back to me. He takes place in his seat while I fish into my bag looking for my folder.

“This is the contract I prepared for you.” I announce once I've found it. I pull it out and place it on the table.

“This is just a standard contract from Union, I just put my name on it.” I explain, flipping through the first four page until I find the one where my payment is mentioned. I flip the document around and slide it across the table to he can read, but he doesn't even look at it, just watches me with intent. I tap down on the page.

“Fifteen percent.” I point out, since it’s the percentage we’ve agreed on. He doesn’t even look down at where I’m pointing at, just keeps staring at me with this cheeky smile of his.

“Where do I sign?” He asks me. This man, I swear. 

I sigh in order to try and hide my amusement.

“I thought you needed to read it through.” I remind him.

“I changed my mind.” He retorts. Oh, I’m sure he hadn’t planned on reading anything in the first place… It’s so annoying that his cheesy tactics still make my stomach feel funny.

I break the eye contact first, looking at the contract while I flip all the pages. “You can sign here, and here.” I indicate him. I watch him as he clicks his pen and scribbles onto the paper. 

“Thank you very much.” I say, grabbing the papers and putting them back in the folder.

“Anything else I can do for you?” He asks as I put back in my purse.

“I think I have everything I need.” I smile at him.

“Can I make a request, then?” He enquires, joining his hands on the table.

“Are you going to ask me to have dinner with you?”

“Will you say yes?”

“No.”

“Then no, that’s not my request.” He brushes off, shrugging. Oh?

“What can I do for you?” I ask him, resting my chin onto my fist.

“Can you answer my question as honestly as possible?” He asks, leaning a little bit closer to me.

“Sure.” I reply, hoping he's not going to be too indiscreet.

"That time when you called me after the inauguration of the Manor." He trails off. Oh, lord.

"What would have happened had I said yes?" He asks me. I take a second to remember the mindset I was in that night.

I was definitely very tipsy, but I also was very horny.

"I think we would've set a date." I reply."And after sobering up I would've chickened out probably." I say, because let's be realistic.

"Mmh..." He nods, still trying to read something in my eyes. Why is he asking me that anyways?

"Do you regret not accepting the offer?" I ask him. He's probably getting impatient. After all the farthest he's ever gone with me is touching my neck.

"I'm wondering what was different that night." He replies. "You were a lot more...open."

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

"Part of it was because of the alcohol." I argue.

"I figured." He says to me. "I was hoping it wasn't only that." He murmurs a little more quietly.

I stare at him for a second. Why does this small, unused part of my brain think he's actually trying with me?

"Can you answer my question?" I counter, mimicking him and joining my hands.

"Sure." 

"Promise to be honest?"

He smiles a little when I say that, and his gaze grows warm.

"I promise." He murmurs softly.

"How many women are you sleeping with?"

"Zero." He replies immediately. OH SURE!

He doesn't even try to come up with a credible number. Why did I think he would actually tell me the truth in the first place.

I roll my eyes to the heavens, leaning back against my seat in disappointment.

"Maya." He chuckles, pushing himself off of his desk.

"I have been working since seven in the morning. I've had five meetings, no lunch break, and I have a flight tomorrow morning for Dubai where I'll have to meet 13 potential clients in less than four days," He says to me, slowly circling his desk so he's closer to me.

"All while attending boring society functions and pretending I care about how many cars my investors have." He says, leaning against his desk when he's right next to me.

"I don't have time for more than one woman, but most importantly I don't have time for lies." He reassures me. I don't know if I believe that, but that does sound like a busy schedule. I don't see how he could fit multiple women in there. 

"Why waste your precious time on me then?" I sass, because why not? I cross my arms over my chest and lift a challenging eyebrow at him.

"I wouldn't do it if I considered it a waste of my time." He mimics me.

"Then why?" I ask, and he pauses for a second.

"I'm not sure." He says, shrugging. Oh.

There is a knock on the door that interrupts our discussion. Mr.Jeon slips off his desk and goes over to open it. I turn around out of curiosity, to see who’s behind the door. It’s his assistant Jimin.

"Yes, Jimin?" Mr.Jeon says to him. His assistant's eyes quickly scan the background and land on me. He then looks back at Mr.Jeon.

"Am I bothering?" He asks him.

"Be quick." Mr.Jeon replies. I might as well get ready to leave. I was just supposed to get a signature tonight. Chatting and flirting is fun, but it's getting late.

"Paul confirmed eight thirty tonight. Here are your keys." I hear Jimin explain to him while I look away.

"Thank you, Jimin." 

"You're welcome. Goodnight." He says, and just like that he's gone. I get up from my seat and swing my bag over my shoulder.

When I turn around Mr.Jeon is is standing by the open door.

"You're leaving?" He asks me.

"Don't you have a date at eight thirty?" I remind him, joining him at the door. "With Paul?" I tease, making him chuckle.

"A date with Paul?" He laughs, opening the door for me. "He's not really my type." He says as I step out.

"And he's my personal trainer if you're wondering." I hear him add as he closes the door behind us.

"And you were ready to go have dinner with me?" I challenge as we walk down the corridor towards the elevators. 

 "I'll trade a workout with Paul for dinner with you anytime." He says smoothly, looking down at me. I huff out a laugh, shaking my head.

Once we get to the elevators, I press the call button.

"Why are you asking? Have you changed your mind about dinner?" He asks me. 

"Not yet." I reply, turning to face him. He's standing closer to me than I expected.

He lets out a long sigh, shoving his hands in his pockets. I'm feeling playful.

"You could convince me." I tease, shrugging a shoulder. Just as I say these words, the doors to the elevator open.

"Convince you?" He repeats, his interest peaked. We step inside the elevator.

"How long do I have?" He asks me as I lean against the wall, grabbing the railing behind me. He goes to the opposite side to press the basement floor button.

"Just an elevator ride." I challenge just as the doors close on the both of us and the elevator starts moving down. An incredibly sexy smirk creeps across his face when I say that.

"What game are you playing right now, Maya?" He asks, eyes playful, taking a slow step towards me.

"I'm giving you a chance." I shrug, as he slowly approches me. I feel like he's going to jump me any second.

I should get him off his high horses.

"But you have to convince me..." I trail off, catching him trying to pull his hands out of his pockets.

"Without touching me." I murmur, when he's inches away from me. I swallow, all my confidence slowly leaving me. My eyes travel between his eyes and his lips.

Even though I just told him not to touch me, if he kisses me right now, I don't know what I'd do with myself.

"Without touching you." He repeats, looking both confused and amused. I nod, because I don't trust my voice to be steady enough. 

I feel the elevator slow down prematurely, indicating an impromptu stop. Mr.Jeon steps back, and that's when I realize I kind of had stopped breathing.

I straighten my back and turn away from him as the elevator comes to a full stop. The door open onto a man pushing a cleaning cart. A janitor.

After stiff greetings, the employee pushes his cart in, taking place right between me and Mr.Jeon.

Well, there goes whatever was going to happen there.

The ride down is silent, and it seems like the storage room is on the basement floor as well because that's where we all get off.

Mr.Jeon and I let him walk off while we linger in front of the elevators. My mini also happens to be parked right in front of us.

When our eyes finally meet after he's gone, we're both tempted to laugh.

"You failed." I observe, facing him.

"Well, there wasn't much I could do, was there?" He chuckles. True, true. I wish I could know he was going to say... or do to me.

"Maybe next time?" I say, well aware of the inviting tone of my voice.

"Maybe." He nods.

"Have a safe trip." I add over my shoulder, walking over to my car.

"Thank you, Maya. Get home safe." He replies, watching me get in and drive off.

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paddle with me | jjk [teaser one]

summary; when your camp leader forces you and jeongguk as partners in a team building activity. with frustrations and anger flaring during your journey down the river, how will all this pent-up emotion get released?  pairing; jeongguk x reader genre; campcounselor!au | e2l | rivals | smut rating; M(18+) word count; estimated 6k warnings; outdoor smut (detail warning list when complete)

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made a moodboard for the next upcoming fic to bring me some inspiration so i can finish it. looking to have it done by end of august! 

TEASER TWO

MASTERLIST

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preview; Jeongguk grabs his can beside him and throws back the remaining beer in one long gulp, crushing it in his fist and throwing it into the pit. The flames immediately take hold and engulf it with a series of crackles. He considers you for a moment before he stands. “I’m crashing early, I’m getting a headache.” His lame excuse doesn’t fool anyone as they say their collective goodnight. He just needed to get away from you and the memories he packed away that are now coming to the surface with your surprise arrival.

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𝐏 𝐫 𝐨 𝐬 𝐞 𝐜 𝐮 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐖 - The Complete Masterlist

Compilation Masterlist

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Description:

When a young, ambitious woman by the name of Joy was simply minding her business one day she stumbled into a very handsome stranger: a police officer. On the surface he was warm, inviting and worst of all he had an unmistakable charm about him that fueled the fear in her heart. To put things simply, the independent Joy - being an impressionable black woman who resided in the states - felt greatly intimidated by the police. Yet when met with the large eyes of the overtly friendly policeman, she feels greatly conflicted.

What would they make of each other? It was a question the both of them found stalking them since that fateful encounter. Though, despite her fears he tends to show a growing attraction for the chocolate lady that bumped into him.

Soon, their connection begs what they'll make of their relationship... as well as the trials and tribulations brought with it.

Warning: This story features sexual themes and content, though the story does not revolve around it. Please read with caution if you are not comfortable with it.

(Also, this is my story taken directly from Wattpad, if you want you can find it of the same name there. Don't hesitate to give feedback. Please enjoy!)

Thank you

In regards to Prosecution:

1 - Salutations

2 - Coincidence

3 - Advisory

4 - Amends

5 - Appeal

6 - Verdict

7 - Night in Question

8 - Limbo

9 - Trial

10 - ~Jurisdiction~

11 - ~Conviction~

12 - ~Recess

13 - Incident

14 - Plea

15 - Compromise

16 - Confession

17 - Negotiation

18 - Interrogation

19 - ~Surveillance

20 - ~Furtive~

21 - ~Irrefutable

22 - Tamper

23 - Confrontation

24 - Compensation

25 - Coping

26 - ~Bargain

27 - Objection

28 - Obstruction

29 - Restitution

30 - ~Probation

31 - Dispute

32 - Restoration

33 - ~Disclosure~

34 - Friction

35 - Reconfiguration

36 - ~Interference

37 - Refutation

38 - Accusation

39 - Overruled 

40 - Honor

41 - ~~Policy~~

42 - Hearing

43 - ~~Endangerment~~

44 - Intrusion

45 - ~Predicament~

46 - Execution

Final - Precondition

*Regarding the Epilogue*

Epilogue - Recondition: (Published in parts)

-Part 1

-Part 2

-Part 3

-Part 4

-Part 5

-Part 6

Completed

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[euphorianyx]

Daddy Issues [Sunset] -30-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting like a dick towards her she quit her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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Jimin grabbed his phone to call someone so he could give the big news. With the cheekiest smile on his face, he sent an e-mail to big magazines so it would be all over the place by afternoon. Though he was serious afterward.

“You will not regret this, will you?”

He asked JiHyo. Face stunned like a statue JiHyo showed no expression as she coldly spoke.

“No. If I cannot have it no one can.”

Jimin shrugged as he checked his clock.

“I should work on my connections then… It seems like we will be next empire with our new company.”

JiHyo simply nodded as she made her way to the dressing room. Within her pale pink nightgown, she disappeared from Jimin’s sight. They both were getting ready to visit the company and do the damage control.

While walking down the hallway JungKook noticed the glares and whispers and calmly asked YugYeom.

“What is going on here?”

YugYeom stops for a few seconds before he handed his phone to JungKook.

“I came here to show you.”

Seeing the bits of contract and hundreds of articles declaring him the Women’s Enemy. The pressure of Kwon’s was still heavy on his shoulders and this fell even stronger, putting him under the spotlight again. Trying to keep calm JungKook handed the phone to YugYeom.

“I want my car.”

YugYeom desperately asked.

“Where are you going?”

JungKook kept his ice-cold poker face.

“Home… I need to think.”

Still worried YugYeom tried to convince him to stay and talk to the magazines that made the news stop and deny them. Though all JungKook wanted was a quiet place to calm down and you were the best place.

When he walked in you noticed what a mess JungKook was. You literally ran towards him and pulled him into a hug. JungKook buried his head to your neck and stayed like that for a few minutes. 

When he finally raised his head he handed his phone to you.  When you saw the articles and videos you realized the situation that put him through. His phone rang in your hand so you gave it back but he ignored the call. All serious he took your hands into his big ones.

“Y/N will you leave with me?”

Without thinking for a mere second you nod.

“But I have to find something to tell my family…”

A devilish sparkle lighted up his eyes.

“Let me talk to them…”

You were taken back because of his sudden remark. Arched an eyebrow playfully you murmured.

“If we are lucky enough my dad will not kill you because he will realize we were living together and everything.”

JungKook smiled but when he spoke with his deep voice you realized he was serious.

“Yeah, I hope we can skip that part. Y/N if I am taking you with me I would like to do it properly with your parents' consent.”

Eyes wide with utter shock you could not say anything. Before you could make sense of things you were in your casuals walking outside. Biting your lips you whispered.

“You don’t have to do this I can find something to…”

JungKook cut you off with a tired smile.

“Y/N you are the one and only right thing in my life now so let me do this properly.”

His Bugatti easily drank the asphalt so you were in front of your ragged apartment sooner than you could feel ready to face them. Taking a deep breath you knocked the door hesitantly. Your sister was the one who opened the door. Her jaw dropped open when she saw you and JungKook together. Your mom kindly shouted asking who it was but none of you made a single noise.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath before making your way into the living room hand in hand with JungKook. Both your mother and father were smiling when they saw you but when they saw JungKook and their eyes landed on your hands the smile disappeared.

The news was on the TV and a very handsome picture of JungKook was on the screen next to the speaker that was on judgemental comments. There was a moment of silence that seemed like an eternity. Your father finally broke it but his face showed no sign of understanding. He directed his eyes towards you.

“So you were the girl who signed that contract?”

Tearing your eyes from him and looking down in embarrassment you nodded.

“Yes I did so I could go to university without being a burden.”

His jaw clenched as his voice raised.

“Is that how we raised you? You sold your body for some money?”

Seeing the tears falling down your cheeks JungKook lifted your head up to wipe them.

“Mr. Y/L/N… I know what I have done was terrible and you have every right to hate me… What we did was meant to end soon but I cannot let her go. She gave me everything I thought I would never find. She accepted me the way I am. She is my support and the reason that I am happy.”

Still keeping a poker face you mom asked with a flat voice.

“Are you really in love with her?”

His face all serious but eyes bright JungKook answered.

“Yes… I want her to be there whenever I wake up in the morning. If you allow us I would love to marry her.”

You knew that was coming but that did not make it less shocking. Eyes wide you looked into his eyes. They were pitch black, deep yet you could read so well. Biting your lip you tried not to smile but miserably failed. Your parents were surprised by JungKook’s brutal honesty. Your mother stuttered.

“Wh..What?”

JungKook confidently repeated, his voice sweeter this time.

“I would love to marry her.”

Eyebrows furrowed your father opposed right away.

“You think you will have my consent when your first aim was to use my daughter?”

Taking a deep breath you stopped JungKook before he spoke.

“I love him, dad. I know you are mad at me because of what I did but please. I want to do this with my family happy for me.”

Speaking for the first time my sister seemed concerned.

“With all the things going how will this work? I mean the wedding and everything…”

You shook your head.

“We don’t need anything big. Just simple wedlock within families will be more than enough.”

Still undecided, both your parents sighed. Not being able to resist your expectant gaze your father finally spoke.

“Fine… but if you ever get her upset I will make you pay.”

JungKook finally was at ease.

“I will accept anything that comes from you then.”

Your mother had a smile on her face.

“I have one condition.”

She showed the TV.

“I want you to put an end to this mess when you get married.”

JungKook and you exchanged looks in silence since you both knew you had no other option but accept. Staying for a short while you left happily hand in hand. JungKook drove to his mansion to drop you off. He got out of the car to give you a daring kiss but did not walk in with you. You arched an eyebrow.

“You are not coming?”

JungKook hugged you.

“No babydoll I have a few things to take care of.”

JungKook called NamJoon on the way to meet him at the company. They were in his room along with YugYeom. JungKook was all sharp with no sign of pity.

“NamJoon I want you to make a public announcement that we will fill a lawsuit for defamation for the newsletters that made the contract public.”

NamJoon fixed his glass.

“It will only work if your relationship with Y/N is proven.”

JungKook throws him a small grin.

“We are married.”

Both NamJoon and YugYeom were taken back with surprise but they did not say anything.

“YugYeom I need you to have Jimin’s phone hacked and come with proofs he spread the contract.”

NamJoon caressed his jaw.

“Hacking is technically out of legal resources so I don’t think we can sue him even if he is the one.”

JungKook shrugged.

“No need it's just for the elites and shareholders.”

JungKook told both they can leave and made his way to Father Jeon’s room. When he opened the door father Jeon was standing by the window with a glass of iced whiskey in his hand. He knew JungKook was there yet he did not even look at him.

“Son… I held my hopes high for you but you are nothing more than a disappointment.”

JungKook did not mind those bashful words as he got used to them.

“Always so kind…” 

JungKook did not miss the irony before he gave the news.

“I’m getting married tomorrow. I came here to invite you but I guess the answer is no.”

Father Jeon turned towards JungKook angrily.

“What? With Y/N. You know I will not let that happen.”

JungKook arched an eyebrow as he spoke coldly.

“I was not asking for your permission. And I am afraid you have no other option unless you want me to leave the whole mess behind.”

Father Jeon kept a poker face but he was scared of his own son at this point. He did not say anything which JungKook replied with his big dashing grin.

“I thought so…”

He slammed the door behind, grabbing the phone from his pocket. The man answered rather politely.

“I need you to do me a favor. Wedlock but the date should be a couple of months ago. Can you do that?”

The man did nothing but accepted since he knew there will be a good deal of money in the end. Within a relief, JungKook made another call for a prestigious designer to meet you at the mansion. 

You were still thinking about what you should do about the wedlock and your sister literally kept you on the phone all day.

“So it's real?”

She asked still doubting. You answered with a simple yes.

“How many times do I need to tell you? And I have things to do for tomorrow so you keeping me on the phone is not helping.”

Your sister finally agreed to hang up the phone before she said she will be there with you by the morning. When the doorbell rang you were surprised because you knew JungKook would not be back so soon. Walking down the stairs you were surprised to see a young man along with a bunch of white dresses, fabrics, and accessories. You realized it was one of JungKook’s antics and he sent over a designer for tomorrow. The man stopped in front of you, taking your hand for a gentle kiss.

“It's a pleasure to meet such a beautiful lady.”

You introduced yourself.

“Y/N”

You wore dresses over and over again and tried to pick one. Though you did not hear JungKook was finally back home. He casually walked in and sat by the large leather couch. Your eyes meet through the mirror before you walked towards him for a hug. He whispered to your ear.

“You look so beautiful.”

You smiled than rolled your eyes.

“Wish I could convince him.”

Jungkook softly chuckled at your words.

“Maybe I can help you to choose one of them.”

You wore three dresses that you liked but JungKook's favorite was obviously the last one. Two strands with thin lines like a spiderweb on your chest. The top was fitted till your hips. Diamonds filled the upper part deliciously. The bottom was a loose skirt with a deep slit. The back deep v line ended up by the very bottom. JungKook walked towards you as he picked up something before. It was a thin line of diamonds. He gently attached it to the dress with his long fingers trailing down your back leaving fire traces behind. Then he walked towards the girl who was standing by the underwear. JungKook arched an eyebrow with a playful smirk.

“I will let you pick babydoll… Surprise me”

You always picked something sexy but simple so you may change that for a bit. There was a whole see-through bralette supported with ribbons. The bottom was pretty much the same with garter belt and fishnet stockings. Decided on that you finally finished with everything so the preparation squad left to come back tomorrow. You sighed as you walked upstairs. Jungkook was taking off his shirt so you could not help but stop by the door. He was going to be all yours forever. Still could not believe the fact you smiled shyly. Noticed you gawking JungKook had a pleasant smirk on his lips as he directed his deep dark eyes at you.

“Will you stand there or come and help me sleep?”

You arched an eyebrow questioningly which JungKook responded with a fake sigh.

“Well, your habits are contagious… It seems like I can’t sleep without you.”

You tried to sleep but failed since you were so excited even if the wedlock was just within families. You watched his relaxed face and let your fingers trail in his dark soft hair. When he woke up he was surprised to see you awake. When he realized you were pouting he caressed your chin.

“What is it?”

“I haven’t seen your suit…”

JungKook chuckled at your sudden remark.

“Just a few hours…But I have to talk to you”

You were already on the edge so those words did not help at all.

“About what?”

You asked barely hearing your own voice.

“The date is set to two months ago so it will prove we were a family before this news.”

You were hit by his words. They surrounded you like grey smoke. You pulled away from him.

“Is this the reason you wanted to marry me?”

Obviously surprised JungKook stopped for a good moment.

“Y/N I want to be with you.Here or somewhere else. The only thing that matters is you.“

“Are you doing this because of my mother?”

JungKook took your hand again.

“Yes because she had every right to ask so for her daughter. Also that's our way out.”

Seeing his point you took a deep breath and hugged him. JungKook gave you a deep passionate kiss that left you in need.

“Soon you will be Mrs. Jeon.”

His remark caused your stomach to leap. In fact, only 4 hours were left for you to be each other’s. Those few hours took longer than necessary. Hair and make up getting done your mind was still on JungKook since you have not seen him for almost two hours. Stressed you asked held your sister's hand firmly.

“Why do I feel like my legs will give up on me?”

She did not miss the chance to make fun of you.

“You are becoming the wife of hottest billionaire…Maybe that's why.”

Though your worries washed off when you stepped out of the room. Your family was there on the left side. Father Jeon was standing on the right side even though he did not seem happy.

Jungkook was waiting, his eyes only on you. Hair parted and pushed back to leave his forehead open. His all-white suit was completed with a classy black bowtie. The jacket wrapped his wide shoulders and tiny waist perfectly. This man was going to be yours even though it was still hard for you to believe that.

He offered his arm with his eyes brightest you have ever seen them. Though walking towards the registrar slowly your eyes landed on the unexpected guest.

Next Chapter

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[geekywritings]

Sweet Little Secret Pt.1 - It all starts with cookies

It was just approaching 11 pm and another side of Gangnam was starting to come alive, the busy streets changing from business people to party lovers, ready to conquer the town. It was the perfect time for cafes and restaurants to make some money before the young people would crowd the clubs, but "Golden Cafe" had already closed its doors.

Kim Min-Jee never understood why her parents insisted on closing around 10 pm each day, missing out on some good business, but that particular evening she was quite happy to close up on time. Music was blasting from the speakers of her phone, as she mopped the floor along to Ailee's "I'll show you", her long brown braid swinging along to her movements.

"Boyeojulge wanjeonhi dallajin na...", she sang along softly, until a knock on the glass door interrupted her little solo concert.

Instantly Min-Jee spun around, having jumped slightly at the sudden noise. Being located in a side street, not many people came upon the cafe by accident. Most of their customers were long-term guests, including local business people and residents of the block, and they never knocked that way, knowing full well the "Golden Cafe" was closed at this hour.

The person on the other side of the door was no stranger however and Min-Jee rushed forward to let in her cousin.

"Joonie!", she called, the instant she unlocked the door for him. "It's so good to see you. Mom made a whole bag of food for you again." It was only then that she noticed the other person he had brought along with him. A teenager, who seemed around the same age as herself. She bowed her head politely, allowing her cousin to introduce his companion.

"That's Jeon Jungkook.", Namjoon said after greeting his family member. "He is the maknae I told you about."

"Hello..." Jungkook barely managed to look at her. Namjoon had mentioned that their youngest band member was shy, but somehow Min-Jee hadn't expected it to be this bad. Even though it was incredibly forward, she just leaned into his line of vision and waved. "It's so nice to meet you. Joonie said lots of good things about the famous golden maknae."

Wrong words to pick, as they only seemed to make the other even more bashful, even though she could glimpse the grin that passed over his lips. Not wanting to push the poor soul too much, Min-Jee turned her attention back to her relative.

Their fathers were brothers and when Namjoon had signed with Big Hit and had moved to Seoul, his parents had asked his aunt and uncle to watch out for him a bit. And they took this task more than seriously with Min-Jee's mother cooking for him regularly. Life as a trainee was tough and money was short from what they knew, so everyone did their best to help out. Even Min-Jee tried to do her part, even though she couldn't do much as a student.

But she could treat Namjoon to some food every once in a while, which allowed her to just enjoy his company as well. She had invited him that evening as well and she could already see his eyes scanning the leftovers in the glass display. Jungkook's eyes too seemed to be glued to the various desserts, even though there weren't many left.

"It's not much, but feel free to take it all. Otherwise, we'd have to throw it out.", she said, moving behind the counter to start to pile it all onto plates. Everything had been made by her. When she had started working part-time in her family's business, they had served nothing but drinks and some traditional sweets they got from a nearby bakery. But Min-Jee had wanted to serve something original and had developed a passion for baking. Luckily, customers quickly took a liking to the cookie and mini-cakes she created, even though they were far from traditional. Rose flavored cookies together with colorful rainbow cakes combining exotic flavors were now a must-have at the "Golden Cafe".

She piled the leftover rose chocolate and berry cookies on one plate and the last pieces of the blueberry cream and dark raspberry chocolate cakes on the other, before bringing them to the table. "What would you like to drink? The coffee machine has already been turned off and cleaned, but I can make tea or get some cold drinks.", she asked, but the guys were all about the food already. For a second Min-Jee was sure she even heard their stomachs growl.

And indeed they had. Jungkook hadn't had food since breakfast, having been too swept up in training all day and all evening. So just looking at all the delicious sweets made his stomach grumble and subconsciously he licked his lips.

Namjoon seemed to notice as he chuckled. "Dig in.", he said before turning to Min-Jee. "Anything with sugar will be fine."

She brought them two bottles of coke, before returning to her mop duties around them. while keeping up a conversation with her cousin. She asked about any news regarding a debut, making Jungkook wince internally. If only! Not wanting to feel the stress, he reached out for one of the cookies before him. They weren't perfectly shaped or beautifully even, but they smelled delicious and looked homemade. He took a bite and instantly his taste buds came to life, the baked good bursting with more flavor than he had expected. There was chocolate of course, but also something else. Something light and sweet he couldn't instantly place. He took another eager bite, trying to figure out the ingredients, but it wasn't easy. After the third bite, he noticed the two Kims staring at him with a smile.

"It's really good...", he said, hoping he wasn't blushing too hard.

Min-Jee's smile only grew at that, causing Jungkook to look away. "I'm glad you like them. They are my favorite little creation. It's white chocolate and rose together with just a hint of vanilla.", she explained. "The others are dark chocolate and dried strawberries and cranberries."

He nodded his thanks to the explanation as he took another bite of the rose cookies, savoring the newfound taste. "Did you make them all on your own?", he finally dared to ask.

Leaning against the mop, Min-Jee nodded. "Yes, I wanted something fresh and new for the cafe. So I got creative."

"Soon you'll be a master baker.", Namjoon said proudly. "Auntie even said she is thinking of sending you to cooking or patisserie school. Is that true?"

It was true indeed. At first, Min-Jee's parents had been skeptical about her additions to the cafe, but everything she created seemed to work great and soon enough, they supported her wholeheartedly. A bit too much even, as her mother would constantly urge her to sign up to culinary school or take the right career path that would bring her baking to another level. But while Min-Jee absolutely loved making sweets and even started to enjoy working in the family business, there was still that speck of hope inside of her that she could audition somewhere and turn singing into her profession. Realizing that she still hadn't answered Namjoon's question, she let out a sigh.

"Yeah, but I don't know if it's what I wanna do."

Namjoon's expression turned more serious. "You're still thinking about singing." He was the only one who really understood. Jungkook, meanwhile, realized that this was highly personal and withdrew even further, almost trying to become one with his seat. At the same time, he couldn't stop eating the sweets before him.

For a second Min-Jee glanced in his direction and her seriousness made way for a smile. "I don't have to make a decision today, luckily.", she announced, shaking off any stress she might have felt for a few seconds. "But you know what? I could do with some nice food. We could go to the all-you-can-eat down the road." She could see that Namjoon was about to say something, most likely relating to money. It was tight for the boys, so Min-Jee was quick to add: "I'll treat both of you!"

She had received some good tips recently and her grandmother also gave her some money, knowing that Min-Jee was saving up to get her hair bleached in a salon. But surely the funds would be better spent on giving the two a nice meal.

"Minnie...", Namjoon started, lips tugging down in a visible frown, as he shook his head. He had every intention of turning down the offer, well aware of the fact that she wasn't earning much as a student. She deserved to spend the money on herself rather than feeding them. Especially Jungkook, who was practically a stranger. He was ready to come up with some sort of excuse, but it was his growling stomach that spoke first. Besides, from the corner of his eyes, he had seen how Jungkook had visibly perked up at the mere mention of a proper meal. An all-you-can-eat no less. He was so young and needed the calories and the energy to keep growing. Besides, who knew when they would have a chance to eat like that again?

"Alright... Thank you.", he finally gave in, leaving Min-Jee nodding in satisfaction.

"I just need to finish mopping the floor and preparing everything for tomorrow. Then we can go.", she announced, returning to her task of cleaning the floor with new energy and motivation.

"Is there anything I can help with?", Namjoon asked, figuring he could at least do something in return for the invitation.

"You two can finish up the sweets or pack the rest in boxes to take home, so I can put away the plates.", his cousin offered, making him smile. That was hardly a real task, but he nodded his head in gratitude again and dug into one of the cakes.

"These are so good. I feel almost guilty for not bringing some to the others.", he said, before reaching for another spoonful.

"I can just make some extra. You just have to let me know when you'd be able to pick them up."

Jungkook was following the girl with interest now. She was kind and generous, ready to do something nice for people she didn't even really know. There was just this positive energy around her that made him want to smile. Coming here with his hyung had definitely been the right decision.

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Half an hour later, Min-Jee had locked everything up and was ready to lead the way to the restaurant. "Ahh, I'm starving.", she said with a stretch. On nights like these, when she was the last one in the cafe, she'd usually skip on meals altogether and just head home. But tonight she really did feel hungry. Probably because she had skipped out on lunch to rush to the cafe after spending more time than usual at school with friends. "I can't wait for their little spicy chicken bites.", she announced and then leaned over a bit to look at Jungkook, who was walking on the other side of her cousin. "You gonna like them, trust me."

The comment made Namjoon laugh slightly. "Don't worry, our little vacuum eats just about anything.", he joked.

"Not anything, hyung...", came the rather feeble objection from Jungkook, which just earned another laugh from Namjoon. The aid came in the unexpected form on Min-Jee however.

"It's good that he's not picky. What does grandma always say? Those who embrace all kinds of food will embrace all kinds of good fortune.", she cited, sending Jungkook a bright smile, which almost had him trip over his own feet.

He wasn't good with girls he had to admit to himself over and over again. Strange for someone aiming to be a celebrated idol, but he couldn't help it. They just made him nervous somehow. Especially when they were all shy themselves or just walking giggles. It made it impossible to even start a conversation. So Min-Jee's outgoing and sunny self was refreshing and while it flustered Jungkook, it made him want to open up himself.

The restaurant really wasn't that far away and the owner knew the Kims quite well. "Ah, Kim Min-Jee. It's so nice to see you again. Today not in the company of your parents? Here, let me lead you to your table.", the old man said, guiding them to a free spot in the back.

Once they had placed their order and grabbed their first load of food, Min-Jee stared with wide eyes at the boys' plates. They had practical mountains in front of them. "You do know that you can grab food more than once, right?", she asked with a laugh, before digging in. Damn, that spicy chicken was good, practically melting in her mouth. The others seemed to enjoy it as well and the first minute, they all just enjoyed those delicious first bites of a good meal.

"Joonie, do you think you will be able to take the evening off next Friday?", Min-Jee suddenly asked. "I want to try out some new recipes and could use feedback." It was always good to get others' options on her creations to make sure they were good enough to present to her parents as possible additions to the cafe.

"Namjoon is my go-to food critic because he's really good at wording what he does or does not like.", she explained to Jungkook. Both knew that the elder Kim had a way with words, but apparently it didn't just serve him well for writing amazing raps.

The two trainees barely heard her at first, as all manners were forgotten. Only the food mattered. It smelled so delicious and tasted even better. Though honestly, they could hardly focus on the flavour, instead just trying to get their fill of meats and vegetables to make up for lost calories after hours of grueling dance practice.

It took Namjoon a good second to realize Min-Jee had talked to him. "Next friday?", he asked again. "Yeah, I think I can ask for some time off.", he agreed. "Maybe I can bring along some more willing food critics?" If the others weren't busy, they would surely be grateful for a chance to enjoy free sweets.

"I'd like to come." Jungkook's voice was soft, barely audible. Instantly the young trainee wondered if inviting himself had been too forward, but Min-Jee seemed thrilled about the idea.

"Yes! Of course! The more the better.", she said.

Instantly a smile spread on Jungkook's lips and he happily returned to the full plate before him.

As the evening wore on, the maknae found himself feeding off Min-Jee's positive energy more and more, allowing him to come out of his shell and join the conversations more openly or even support the occasional teasing of his hyung. They were laughing, joking around, and just having a casual night out like normal teenagers would do. It felt strange and exhilarating at the same time.

Only when their bellies were filled to the brim, did the trio call it a night. "Well, I think I will be rolling home.", Min-Jee joked, holding her stomach.

"Should we push you for good measure?", Namjoon joked back, earning himself a playful punch from her. In the end, they needed to say their goodbyes, but they all agreed that this was fun and definitely needed to be repeated.

********

For the following week, Jungkook continued to juggle school and daily practice with the others. Sometimes being the youngest was hard, but when it came to school work, he was glad to have six other people to help him. Especially Namjoon was ready to share his knowledge and the small English lessons they had in private helped Jungkook immensely with his homework. Most of his time was filled with singing and dancing however until his muscles were sore and his throat achy. They were all pushing themselves harder and harder to make it to the debut, but Jungkook also wanted to give his best to earn the free days. Their merciful CEO had granted all of them a weekend of no duties and he wanted to show his gratitude. Some of the group decided to use the time to go home, but Taehyung and Jimin had agreed to come along to the food tasting. Even just thinking about trying some more sweets had Jungkook's mouth water and he was genuinely curious what Min-Jee would come up with.

By the time they set out on Friday, Jungkook was already antsy. He had skipped lunch on purpose this time to have more room for cakes and cookies and all the talk about food on the way to the cafe got him even more hungry. When they arrived this time, it was still open, with a group of elderly ladies enjoying tea and cake and two businessmen drinking coffee while working away on their laptops. Behind the counter was a friendly-looking woman with a flowery blouse and shoulder-length hair, whom Namjoon greeted as "Auntie". They all bowed politely and introduced themselves before the woman led them into the back of the cafe.

It was larger than Jungkook had expected with a decently sized kitchen and storage room. The entire place was already smelling of something sweet, but even stronger was the smell of thick curry. For a second, Jungkook got worried. Did she expect them to eat curry cookies?!

But when they reached the end of the room, they found Min-Jee setting out four bowls of curry and rice. "Ah, just on time.", she greeted them with that bright smile of hers. "I thought you'd want some proper food before the tasting session starts. And the first batch of cakes needs another 15 minutes in the chiller anyways." There were no chairs, but the boys didn't mind standing, as long as they could get their hands on the food.

"Did you make this as well?", Jungkook asked, being the one to stand the closest to her.

"Yes, but I was following a recipe here.", she admitted. "I also made it mild. Wouldn't want to burn your taste buds after all."

While they ate, Min-Jee asked them about how training was coming along, what they liked most, and where they were struggling and just generally showed a lot of interest in each and every one of them. So by the time she disappeared for a moment to help her mother with something, Jungkook was not surprised to hear his other team members repeat what he had told Namjoon on their way back after their last night out. "She is nice."

There was just something sunny about Min-Jee that warmed those around her and Jungkook was glad to see that he wasn't the only one thinking that.

Soon after, they got their dessert in the shape of mango ice cream embedded in two crunchy cookies. It was like a fruity sandwich and the boys were surprised to find a piece of actual mango at the center. The surprise was a fun element to the dish, even though the cookie crumbles made quite the mess. A fact, which Min-Jee noted instantly into the little notebook she had brought for the occasion. She asked them all for feedback, before disappearing again only to return with more treats to taste. This time they got to try tiny little three-layer cakes with vanilla, salted caramel, and dark chocolate topped off with a bit of whipped cream and coffee powder. Again Min-Jee took notes even while they were eating, before asking for more detailed feedback.

And while most of them could just say "delicious" or "perfect" or "yummy", Namjoon talked quite a lot, describing the textures, flavors, and the experiences he had when tasting. No surprise he was her favorite critic. The cakes were followed by a few cookie variations and finally by a fancy-looking milkshake. It was pink and blue, decorated with berries and whipped cream and probably had as many calories as a large piece of cake, but it was delicious. Just the right amount of sweet and fruity and Jungkook found himself slurping half of it in record time.

"Well, I know what I have to change then. Thank you very much for your time, gentlemen.", Min-Jee announced after writing the final remark in her notebook.

"Are we done already?", Taehyung asked, blinking a few times and looking surprisingly disappointed.

"Well, I can offer to make some improved versions of today's dishes soon. But someone will have to come to pick them up."

Before he could control himself, Jungkook's arm flew up. "I can do it."

All eyes turned to him, as everyone would have expected Namjoon to take the job. It was his family after all.

"I am the youngest...", Jungkook quickly explained, but Jimin just gave him a cheeky grin.

"You are just hoping for more sweet freebies", Jimin teased and the others were soon quick to join, with Namjoon proclaiming he would keep all of them away from his poor little cousin.

It was a fun evening overall and Jungkook once again decided that coming along had been the best decision. Not just because of the delicious meals, but because this felt like normal life. It was a change from the constant stress and exhaustion and it recharged his inner batteries better than a good night of sleep, he discovered. It was just a shame that moments like these ended way too quickly.

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[hopelessromanticdeviant]

The Rise, The Fall

Chapter 5: Good Demons, Bad Demons

Chapter Summary:

“Your taste in movies is shit.”

“Hey, that was uncalled for!” Hyejin defended from the other part of the kitchen.

“Hahahahahaha, gotchya,” Haru beamed, satisfied with having annoyed him, “I used to be obsessed with it as a teen, and just recently realized how shit it is.”

“Well, I liked it. It’s decent. I would go and join the fandom, for the sake of having at least watched and enjoyed it,” Hyejin defended her own taste this time.

“You know what this means?” Haru said.

“It means you’re seriously emotionally-deprived and have no interest in the area of romance, if you’ve enjoyed this piece of garbage, that is,” Jeongguk answered without queue.

~this is smut

They were in fact, a ‘Twilight.’

There was no doubting it. Dark colored clothes, tall-ass teenage-looking people, fair skin, and expensive cars. It was the worst B-grade supernatural fiction Jeongguk had ever watched. It catered to the fantasy of young girls and left no space to imagine with the most mundane vampires ever.

And, the worst part of it all was…

They were, in fact, a Twilight.

Jeongguk regretted having seen the movie at all. He wasn’t actually going to watch it before, but it piqued his curiosity anyway. He’d just glimpsed through a few parts because it was lying innocently in his study room. Just a few frames of the movie had made him anxious and annoyed.

The characters barely had any character, were all fucking aloof-ass cunts and only cared about themselves and their romantic interest.

Haru had spent the last two days sharing her favorite works of media with Hyejin. He’d overheard some strings of media like Harry Potter, Blade Runner, iCarly, and more.

“Your taste in movies is shit.”

“Hey, that was uncalled for!” Hyejin defended from the other part of the kitchen.

“Hahahahahaha, gotchya,” Haru beamed, satisfied with having annoyed him, “I used to be obsessed with it as a teen, and just recently realized how shit it is.”

“Well, I liked it. It’s decent. I would go and join the fandom, for the sake of having at least watched and enjoyed it,” Hyejin defended her own taste this time.

“You know what this means?” Haru said.

“It means you’re seriously emotionally-deprived and have no interest in the area of romance, if you’ve enjoyed this piece of garbage, that is,” Jeongguk answered without queue.

“I was going to say something similar. But you sound more like an asshole when you say it,” Haru laughed, with all her stomach this time while Hyejin blushed in agony.

Haru was suddenly taken away, staring off into the distance. There was no way Jeongguk was inexperienced with romance. He must’ve had his fair share of gorgeous women; which went well with their apparent profile of mystery and wealth.

“You guys are so mean, and all while you were the one who lent this ‘garbage’!” Hyejin pointed an accusatory finger at Haru, “Besides you both have no experience in the field of romance either so go laugh somewhere else.”

There was a sudden silence as Haru and Jeongguk exchanged glances.

Did romance exist in the demon world? Haru couldn’t help her curiosity anymore; she had to know. There was no way, no way that Jeongguk had no romantic experiences. He was literally a walking, talking Twilight waiting to happen.

Consequently, the topic was changed.

“Give me short-”

“You can’t change the topic when I’m no longer the butt of the joke-”

“books. You know, the ones around 100 to 150 pages that make you go ‘huh.’

“Huh? After you called my taste in movies ‘garbage’? If you’re seriously up to it, I’ll get you a list from one of my friends who reads a lot. I’m not a reader, to be honest.”

It was comical how they began ignoring Hyejin all of a sudden.

“I know you’re not a reader, that’s why I asked you for books,” Jeongguk chuckled.

There was a sudden silence again.

“Well…how do you know that?” Haru egged further because there was no answer the first few seconds, “didn’t we just meet?”

Jeongguk’s face was frozen in his previous chuckle. Haru’s eyes bore into him, and found a grin that basically said that he’d known her since forever.

It was Hyejin’s turn to look away this time. She immediately began looking out the window as she put her cookies into the baking tray, guilt apparent in her eyes.

Jeongguk’s voice immediately became small as he covered, “I could tell. You’d only recommend movies and tv series to Hyejin. Not a single book mentioned.”

“Ah. Okay. The way you looked at me all smug kinda scared me.”

Hyejin gave a pointed look to Jeongguk that basically screamed at him to show some guilt. Jeongguk decided to ignore Hyejin’s looks for the time being; it was overbearing as it is waiting for Taehyung to come back around – and remembering how much they were hiding from the girl made it even worse. Would his human ever trust him again after he told her the truth? Not that he cared about her trusting him, but somehow, somewhere, her candor towards his persona and her image of him had began affecting him.

Before her, he didn’t use many words to relay his actions. Now though, he’d started being more expressive with his choice of words and was also more responsive with his facial expressions. He found himself grinning to himself more often, and beaming at others during light conversations that would make both parties chuckle.

It was a good enough change of pace, with all the tension about their Friday meet coming up.

Haru decided to continue the conversation from before, giving him a much-needed reprieve from his own words of folly.

“Do you not love? In the demon world?” Haru looked at Hyejin, then Jeongguk.

She pressed further when there was no reaction from either, “Seriously, no romance at all?”

Hyejin decided to answer her, meekly – egging at Jeongguk for some reason Jeongguk didn’t know.

“We have ‘relationships’. No romance, though. They’re mostly mutually benefitting situationships.”

Haru didn’t want to ask what a situationship meant in their context. She damn well knew what it meant having those relationships. She wasn’t going to criticize something like that without knowing how it actually worked in their realm. That was like spouting bullshit about someone when you were hanging onto them for dear life, for chrissakes.

“Yeah, I’m fine with that much. No need to explain more.” Haru stopped her from explaining further. There was no need to delve that deep into the demon realm; she stared at Jeongguk in wonder.

Seriously, no romances whatsoever, huh?

She thought Jeongguk shared her gaze, for a mere moment. But blamed it on her imagination later. The air between them had turned much sharper than before. Someone had to intervene to break the ice all over again.

“Before you maul me, we still have two days left before the meeting,” Taehyung abruptly apparated out of thin air, a black cloud of smoke forming and dissipating at the same time.

Haru gasped.

“Taehyung-ssi,” Hyejin acknowledged, “You’re here before time.”

“What the-” Haru pointed between Jeongguk and Taehyung, to and fro, while gasping, “you people can teleport? Like out of thin air?”

These bastards had a horrible habit of going silent when she asked the most important questions. Every conversation led Haru to snowball into huge balls of annoyance. The longer the conversations went on, the more annoyed she would get, waiting for answers.

“Why the hell are you driving cars then?” She pointed at Jeongguk in particular this time, “you could have teleported me home instead of dropping me home in your car.”

 “We have specific rules, when to use our powers and when not to. It’s ingrained in our instincts so it’s hard to explain, human,” Taehyung was the first one to explain.

“You could say teleporting is for emergencies or something exclusive to demon-business only. It’s still very hard to put into words,” Hyejin added.

“We have to be very careful when using our powers, especially when we’ve chosen to show ourselves as human to your kind. I couldn’t have teleported you home. Public places are a no-go, and we can’t apparate to places we haven’t been to before, so inside your house is out of question too.”

“Is this going to be how it is all the time? She’ll keep asking trivial questions every time I’m here?” Taehyung was visibly annoyed.

Before Haru could say anything, Hyejin interrupted.

“Something seems to be bothering you, Taehyung-ssi. Is everything okay?”

“Nothing is okay,” Jeongguk said in a quiet tone as he put his hand to his ear suddenly.

“Why are they crossing so fast?” Jeongguk asked Taehyung.

Hyejin joined in on queue, holding her palm to her ear.

“So many deaths in a single day? It’s like a reaping,” Hyejin commented softly.

“They’re not answering us,” Taehyung said, “Oldies have fortified themselves in the citadel. Nobody can teleport there either. They’ve likely formed a circle and are summoning something. We literally don’t know what’s happening.”

The oven dinged, and Hyejin immediately opened the glass-case. The aroma of fresh cookies filled the room and Haru breathed in deeply. It was already overstimulating, hearing them in such a panicked frenzy. She decided to focus on the smell of the cookies, but found herself getting lightheaded. Deeper and deeper, she tried to breathe in but found no air getting inside her lungs.

She collapsed.

Asphyxiation written on her face as three heads whipped in her direction on the floor.

“Haru!” Jeongguk reached out in an instant and held her body before her head collided with the floor.

.

“Her presence is faint,” Hyejin said to Jeongguk and Taehyung, “It’s getting fainter by the minute.”

This couldn’t be happening. Jeongguk’s little human was getting weaker and weaker.

“Hyung, quick. We have to get to Keumi’s.”

“Have you lost it, Guk-ah?” Taehyung looked at him in disbelief.

“Well, do you have any other option? Both of you?! The way things stand, we can’t take her anywhere, can we now?” Jeongguk was dreading it more, minute by minute.

“Fine. Fast.” Taehyung shared a look with Jeongguk and Hyejin as the three of them disappeared with the human in a puff of black smoke.

“Ho…didn’t notice you coming,” a man with a small stature and rigid features said.

“Off with the chit-chat. This girl right here -,” Taehyung motioned at the girl and stepped away from Jeongguk, worried he might end up touching the human, “-she died and came to life the past week. She fainted and her soul is feeling fainter, as time ticks by. Fuck off with the whys and hows and tell us what we can do, stat.”

“A little respect for an old man, that’s all I ask. Although we’re all old here. Why am I the only one who looks old?”

Taehyung knew this bastard was going to be tricky and waste their time. He sighed in exasperation.

“Well, then, give the girl a few drops of ambrosia. I can’t believe I’m selling my wares for a filthy human.”

Hyejin was used to such conversations, but the way she’d taken a liking to Haru just made her hold the motionless girl's hand in Jeongguk’s arms harder.

“Come on, asshole. Name your price,” Jeongguk said hurriedly.

“Are you sure you’re up to pay? It might be something you’re not ready to hear,” the shriveled man gave a crooked smile and rubbed his palms together.

“Fucking say it already,” Taehyung grabbed the old man by the cloth on his chest as he spat in his face.

“A day of your time on Earth. Exchange it with me. My time’s running out and I have too many wares.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung was in disbelief. Keumi was never up to any good, and his deals sounded as ridiculous and stupid as his ugly face.

Hyejin placed two fingers near Haru’s nose and felt her faint breath. She stepped up, without wasting time, “I’ll give a day of mine, if you guys are just going to waste time.”

“Wait wait wait, Haru,” Jeongguk interrupted, “You have to listen to all his conditions first. He’ll get you in trouble within seconds otherwise.”

“You come to my workshop and dare insult my craft. You will pay-”

“Yeah, yeah. We will pay dearly; we already told you to name your price. We’ll let you mooch off a day from us, alright?”

The shrewd old man went quiet for a second, then said with a straight face, “A day from all three of you.” He held out three fingers in front of them just in case.

Taehyung was already reaching out to grab the man, when Jeongguk stopped him by holding his arm. Taehyung noticed he’d already laid the girl down.

“Wait, hyung,” Jeongguk said to Taehyung then shifted his attention to Keumi, “Three days from only my time on earth. It’s the same amount, is it not?”

Keumi smiled. The frail old man liked seeing people in anguish. The chaos Jeongguk’s words had caused was the best example of his favorite kind of chaos. Both deals were good as they were – the first one made them argue, while the second one put a significant toll on one of them.

A day off their time on earth meant leaving earth sooner than they were meant to, having less time to complete their earthen duties when the time came. It could mean a lot of different things, but it could work if they handled their time well – when it came.

“I’ll barter a day of mine too,” Hyejin joined in.

“Hyejin-”

“Haru was my friend first, Jeongguk-ssi,” Hyejin stated, curtly. It was her only few instances of showing impoliteness with Jeongguk. And needless to say, Jeongguk was startled.

The way Haru was sharing all her belongings, including toys from her childhood had awakened the teenager in Hyejin. She’d shared the most memorable moments of her life with Hyejin within a few days’ time, and Hyejin had always wanted a friend like Haru. Human she may be, but Hyejin’s negative experiences with society and the differences in Haru’s human nature just made her like Haru more.

“Well then. Don’t leave me out, brother,” Taehyung clapped Jeongguk’s shoulder, “A day from me too, old man.”

Jeongguk was relieved that they were all on the same page. He didn’t need to question Taehyung’s motives. His older brother always had his back in things like these.

“Heh,” Keumi scoffed. He wanted them to argue or waste more time but they were pretty quick to decide.

He held out a vial in front of them which Jeongguk immediately grabbed.

“Sign these.” Keumi held out a scroll which he brought out from between his sleeves.

All three demons placed their personal markings on the paper after giving it a once-over.

“If this comes to bite us back in the ass,” Taehyung said to Keumi, in a deeper voice, “you’re dead meat.”

Keumi gulped.

“Yeah, well I already told you the conditions,” he explained nervously, “mix it with something so that the ambrosia’s taste is indiscernible. Humans aren’t supposed to know what it tastes like.”

“I have tea ready at home; let’s go,” Hyejin was quick to say.

They returned back to the mansion’s kitchen the same way they’d gone to Keumi.

Hyejin quickly poured some black tea in a cup and emptied the vial into it. It was a mere 3-4 drops but it managed to change the color of the tea into a dark creamy color.

Jeongguk settled the girl between her arms and held her head still while Hyejin fed her the tea, slowly, gulp by gulp. Jeongguk would straighten her head after every sip to ensure it reached her stomach.

He laid the girl on the couch in the main hall, where demons who came for business usually waited for him.

“Is she okay? Can you check?” Taehyung said to Hyejin with a look that said, I’m not touching her, you do it.

Hyejin placed two fingers in front of her nose to check her breathing. It was even, and was turning normal.

“Her breathing’s getting normal,” Hyejin said, relieving Jeongguk.

Jeongguk sighed and took a seat at the adjacent armchair.

Taehyung and Hyejin too, took respective seats in the couches.

“This is scary shit, man. First the council goes crazy, then the girl decides to die again…”

It didn’t hit until a few seconds of Taehyung saying the last line had passed.

“Wait…”Hyejin gave a look that said Are you thinking what I’m thinking?, “Was it consequent with that event? Like the reaping? The elders weren’t answering.”

“No doubt about it.” Jeongguk stated firmly.

“Jeongguk, you’ve been saving a dead girl. I hope you’re aware,” Taehyung said.

Hyejin sighed, rubbing her temples. What did they get themselves into?

Just then, Haru began coming to.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and gauged her surroundings. She looked at the familiar faces and began to sit up.

“Relax. Keep lying down if you want to,” Hyejin immediately got up and sat beside Haru.

“Why was I unconscious?” Disheveled was an understatement. Haru held her head, keeping herself steady.

“Again with the questions,” Taehyung said, holding a poker face.

.

“Jeongguk, can you please, please help me find out-“

“I’m already looking into it,” Jeongguk interrupted, knowing what was coming, “I’m looking into your case, Haru.”

“Two days later, we’re having a proper meeting about this,” Hyejin notified Haru and reminded the other two, “Let’s hope we have something worth moving forward.”

Haru nodded at Hyejin.

Jeongguk took solace in the fact that his name was the first one to come out of her mouth when she needed help. That would do, for now.

“Hyejin, do you think I’ll live?” Haru turned to Hyejin.

Jeongguk was unsure about having to share such attention with Hyejin. Although, it wasn’t an actual problem for him.

“Let’s hope for the best, Haru. I sure as hell am not losing my only female friend ever. I’ll do all I can to help you.”

That was reassurance on a lot of levels. Haru was thankful, truly; it showed on her face.

“I’ll check in with the council now,” Taehyung said, “Seems like they’re taking calls again.”

“Till then, you take care, Haru,” Taehyung gave an upward nod to Haru when he said her name; acknowledging her by name for the first time. He promptly smoked out.

“They better have an actual answer for this. Whatever this was, a reaping or sudden outburst – they will have to answer this time. They’ve been getting away with way too much just because of their authority. It correlates with our current situation, so I’m not letting this go.”

Jeongguk was truly outraged.

Haru wanted to tear up due to all the concern she was getting. What would she have done had she fell into the wrong hands? Thank goodness for these three good demons.

“Will you let me know once you find out what’s happening?” Haru looked at Jeongguk, then Hyejin.

“You can count on it,” Hyejin replied for the both of them.

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Bloody Love...

Chapter: VI-Sadness-

♠︎Pairing: yandere!king!jungkookxoc(coronis)

♠︎Genre: angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

♠︎Summary: "you happen to be in a world where wrong is right and right is wrong."

♠︎Word count: 5.6k+

♠︎Warning: murder, masturbation(jk) (there are two people inside his room when he masturbates. But he does not get off of that fact so I won't add exhibitionism here. They are just props.)

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Smile. A pretty thing that people love to see. It is something that lightens the weight of hearts. A sweet, genuine smile is all that is needed to make someone's day better.

However…

Smile in itself is a stronger weapon. How? You may ask. A smile can suck the life out of one if given at such a time when they are fighting for life. A wide smile after sucking that life out, seeing a limp body on the ground… without any remorse. Perhaps a smile after ruining one's life.

All of them are, in one way or another, strong weapons.

The smile that his majesty gave was the biggest of all. His giggles, when he rips out someone's heart and beheads someone with his bare hands, were joyful. His smiles, when he would see a lifeless, pathetic man who could not stand in front of him, were priceless. His satisfied sighs were more often than before.

Nobody could decipher his twisted mind. The way he played his game was dangerous for others but he found it amusing. For him, taking someone's life was not an indecency but a ritual he had to commit to living. The feeling of the blood of his beloved imposters was his favourite paint on his body. Their screams were like melodious tunes. The way his ego would boost when they begged for clemency was a blessing for him.

It was early in the morning. The sky was still blackish grey but soon it would turn lighter. He couldn't keep his happiness upon seeing his Coronis in the woods looking flawless. Her pretty eyes were shaking as she took his form in. He was just too eager to see her, he didn't even bother cleaning up after his monstrous acts.

With that image in his head, he now stood in front of his own man. They went back to the castle after seeing Coronis with her father. Later on, they moved early to reach where they were now. Under the heavy jewelled mask, he was smiling widely. The butterflies in his chest were bubbling up making him all giddy and excited about what was coming next.

He was surrounded by his men– Jimin, Mingyu, Taehyung, Lando, and Jay.

They all looked around not knowing why they were brought here, near the village. All they knew was that they had to be here with the king at this time. In his words, “We have an important obligation to fulfil.” They knew better than to just disagree.

“Isn't everything so beautiful at this time?” He began. “Oh, this chilly, crisp air,” he sighed as he petted his horse’s neck. He was sitting on his horse as others were on the ground, in front of him looking for his command. “Jae… I think you have seen some… Interesting things, no?” he said.

Jae's eyes widened. He needed no more confirmation… It was he who had to take the last breath. He started to shiver like a weakling. “Wh-w-what?”

His Majesty chuckled, eyes becoming darker. The lust for the blood poured into his veins. “Just what you heard, Jay.” He said in his sweet voice. “I think we won't be short of people if one is to go… We are already enough.”

“What did I do?!” he whimpered.

“A lot,” he gestured to his men to hold him. “Your time is over.”

With his other hand gesture, Taehyung and Lando knew exactly what needed to be done. “You both are shrewd enough. I'll leave it up to you both. I must be surprised, proud and content.”

His command was a death note. And everyone was prepared for the worst. He only cared about death, not the path that was chosen to make it happen. However, it was different. He wanted him to suffer and they needed to make him suffer no matter what. In the end, the first thing they were taught was to not catch feelings. It was only to make it easier for them to get the task done.

“I'll make sure my Princess is not seen by anyone else the way only I can.”

…

Proud was not the correct word to describe his Highness’s feelings. He felt beyond that. The hanging dead corpse was like his award of honour. He made sure to remember to praise the artists of this art. All he wanted was for Jae to suffer and he did… really badly.

Jimin could see the giddiness his master felt. He could see his iris dilate and cheeks rising through his mask. He was afraid to even look in her shack's direction. It was better to leave him and his obsessions alone.

He waited for Coronis to come out of her shack and see a beautiful gift that his men worked on. Would she be excited or terrified? Doesn't matter to him. He just wanted to see her and just have a glimpse of her beauty.

Day and night, for him, were exhausting. He felt like a man in urgent need of cocaine but he needed Coronis, she was his drug. His body ached for her. He would wonder how she would feel in his arms, around him, over him, beneath him all while moaning and loving him.

He wanted to caress her body and feel her softness against his fingers. He wanted to look deep into her black eyes and get drunk on them and just… live in them.

Unlike other times, he wanted her to be beside him. Where he threw women around like a mere toy, he wanted to cherish her and show her what other things he had to offer solely to her. He didn't care if she loved him or liked him, he only wanted to live his fantasy one way or another.

His heart skipped a beat when caught sight of his addiction running out to see the oh-so-prized gift that he had. He saw how she looked at it and a gasp that left her chest. Her hair was messy, her eyes were slightly swollen, and her face was perfect.

Terrified. That's how she looked. He didn't care as long as she was there, looking so angelic, he didn't care about anything.

His chest felt lighter when her eyes met his. She looked like she saw a ghost. He was worse than that but he was humble. For him, he still wasn't evil. He didn't feel it.

He felt disappointed when she turned around and went back inside without letting him see her. But who was he to stop her? He was satisfied with what he got and turned around to leave.

One of his maids was standing in his chamber, ready to treat him after this long night and morning. She helped him out of his clothes and stood by the door of the bathroom, waiting for him to step in so she could help him wash.

Instead of going in, he laid down on his bed, feeling the silk sheets against his bare skin and being consumed by the soft mattress. He sighed, feeling content. He wished it was her arms that he was falling into.

Her…

A silly smile crept onto his face and his pretty devilish eyes became dazed, thinking about Coronis. Something inside his chest steered, making his body aware of his needs. A sinful hum escaped his lips and his hips thrust into thin air. His girthy length started to harden with the mere thought of her.

He caressed his chest with his hands, thinking it was hers. His pebble nipples hardened as he rubbed them between his finger and thumb. At this moment, all he wanted was for her to be wrapped around him like a snake and devour him. He wanted her to make him moan and pleasure in all ways possible, bite him to mark him as hers.

It was unfair. That he needed to wait for a long time. But where was the fun in getting her right away? He wanted to feel as if he won something. And he was doing just that. The fruit would be sweeter after he gets it.

In his eyes, she was the only being alive and breathing. Everyone else was not worth living. Only him and her.

His free hand slowly inched closer towards his aching cock. But he didn't hold it, instead, he teased himself, and made him ache for the precious touch. He caressed the base and cupped his heavy balls, ready to release his heat. He pulled them and squeezed them. “Hmmmfuck,” he moaned. “Just one touch, baby and I'll forget everything but you,” he whispered.

He touched his body like a lover himself. His soft breath and light moans of her name were pouring out of his body. He felt dirty and needy. Needy of touch and love. A touch of her warm cunt around his cock.

He let his finger run along his wet slit and draw circles around his swollen head. His hips shuddered. “Yeah,” he chuckled. He finally wrapped his fist around his length and pumped. He let go of his nipple and grabbed the sheets above his head. “Oh baby, look at me… so wet for you. Please let me feel you around me. Wrap around me all warm and tight. Wet my cock with your pretty cunt.”

He tugged his cock harder as he thought about how she would look sucking him off. How her lips would wrap around his girth and try to take his whole length in at once. He felt like he would cum right when she touched him.

The fire in his pit was burning. He ached for a release but wanted her to command him. He wanted Coronis to tell him when to finish.

With a dumb smile, he allowed himself to cross the line, in the end, that's what she would want anyway. Isn't it? His hands agreed with him as they pushed him to the edge but he wasn't done. He wanted to cry for his high. He wanted to feel how longing for someone felt.

It's not every day he wants to give in and be handled by his emotions.

His nails dug into the skin of his chest as he palmed himself. He wasn't sure where to pay attention, his heavy ball, his aching cock, or his sensitive nipples. His toes curled as he pinched the tip of his cock. He chuckled, loving how it felt.

The nerves of his hands and arms were bulging out and looked angry. His ears and cheeks turned red from the pleasure and thought of seeing Coronis naked under him and begging as he thrust inside her wet cunt. He would do anything to hear her over and over again forever, he just wanted to grab the right chance to make her his.

“Princess,” his Highness moaned, “Wait for me. don't fucking fly away with someone else. Won't be good for you… or them.”

He looked down at his hand holding his cock. It never looked this hard and angry before. The need made him want to cry for a sole touch. How could someone blind him with the mist of lust in such a minimal time? Her one look made him forget himself and just get lost in the haze in the middle of the day and now for all the waking and sleeping time.

Beauty is a dangerous weapon. He knew it well. He himself was an art of nature. A beautiful man with a wicked mind… someone who mentally got off after hurting people and killing them slowly and painfully. But she… she was the definition of art itself. Her beauty was nothing in front of Aphrodite herself. No wonder why people wanted her to breathe in their way. She held power more than she realized.

He thought about all those times when he peeked into her slot, and watched her sleeping through the night. He closed his eyes and replayed the moment when her chest slowly rose and relaxed as she breathed. He thought of all the times he watched her bathing all naked. Her perky breasts and sweet curves are all wet and soapy. His cock leaked globs of precum thinking about how her hands squeezed and rubbed her body to clean herself. How her hand would disappear between her legs to wash her intimates.

His legs shook and his balls tensed. He started to jerk faster and squeezed his leaking head harder every time. He moaned louder and louder as his high was coming closer. He played with his balls.

With a last cry, his hips rose into the air, his eyes rolled back into his skull, and his head fell back as he came all over himself. His body shook from the intensity of his orgasm. His chest and stomach were sprayed with his cum.

He took deep breaths to calm his body down. He rubbed his clean hand on his face to move his hair back and realized how his tears had slipped out of his eyes. He felt dumb.

He looked at his torso and sighed at the mess he had made of himself. He scooped his cum with his fingers and rubbed them with his thumb. He thought about how it would look when he would rub them onto Coronis's face and ruin her kohl and make her beg him to cover her with his cum.

Call it a fantasy but he was dedicated to turning it into a sweet-sweet reality.

“No one can have you like I want to.”

…

Fear was consuming Coronis. The moment she was supposed to step out, her heart would shiver and make her sweat through her clothes.

It had been a few weeks since she figured out about the man. The King.

She wanted to laugh and roll on the ground and slap herself in the face until she died. Just one eye contact. It took that one eye contact to ruin her life and get stuck in a burning lava that consumed her slowly, making her feel every single burn on her smooth and silky skin.

The questions for tomorrow gurgled out of her mind with every breath she took. The fear of eyes behind her back, watching each step she took engulfed her.

She felt like they were tiny worms with spiky legs crawling onto her and biting her away. No matter how much she tried to shrug them off, they stayed. They stayed and bit harder to make their power known. The worst thing was that she could not stand against them. She knew if she did that, she was going to be dead meat and so was her whole family.

This was not her only nuisance going on. She turned nineteen now. It is such a young age that one carves for love and affection more than paternal or maternal attention.

She had needs as she has falsely declared. Her father thought about it and started looking for a man who could love her and have some money to keep her happy and comfortable. He would bring new men he found around every couple of days.

Coronis was growing sick of this. She didn't ask for this mess. It was getting ridiculous. With every single man, she realized how fake they could be. It was almost scary to see them act all angels in front of her family but a total scum in front of her in private.

The doors only needed to close and they would try to touch her and objectify her. They wanted their dirty hands on her but she was stronger than that.

Today was no different. The hushed voices were loud to Coronis through the door of her slot. She sat there, feeling alone. Her eyes were blank, no emotions flickered into them. There was just tiredness. As if she had accepted her fate.

Destruction. Chaos. Bloodshed… the list goes on.

“You are going to go away?” Circe's soft voice mumbled and pulled Coronis out of her trance.

Coronis's eyes looked at Circe who was sitting in the corner, facing away from her and her knees tucked under her chin. “What?”

“Are you going to leave us and go away? Get married and not be here anymore?” she asked again.

Coronis looked at her back. “I don't know,” she sighed.

“Mhm,” there was a brief silence before she spoke up again. “If you do get married, will you come here and spend some time with me?”

“Why do you ask that?”

Circe sighed and shrugged. “I just wanted to know…” her voice broke.

“Circe,” Coronis said, “look at me, now.” Circe shook her head and kept her face hidden. “I'm not asking, Circe. I'm telling you to look at me.”

Circe reluctantly looked at her older sister. Her face was swollen and shiny from the tears. Her eyes were red and her chin was wobbling. She looked more fragile than ever. It was as if she had experienced the worst heartbreak of all time.

Coronis's heart pinched inside her chest. Seeing Circe like this was her nightmare. She never wanted her little sister to have any sad tears in her eyes. For others, they might be tears but for her, they were needles that were poking her heart again and again.

“Why those tears? What is it? Is there someone bothering you?” Coronis asked, panicking internally.

Circe sobbed quietly to Coronis. It would be one of those rare occasions when Circe showed some emotions other than ignoring all of them or collectively not feeling any. “It is nothing,” she said. “I don't think you getting married is the fairest act.”

The older was taken aback. “What do you mean by that? Why would it not be the fairest?” Inside her head, she agreeded with her younger sister. It was sudden and uncalled for. Marriage was not something she wanted just yet. Maybe in future, she saw herself with a lover and saw her happy but at the moment she had a lot on her plate, to the point where everything was flowing out and was difficult to influence.

“Just, look at you! Do you think you are ready to get married?!” no. “You have just started to see the world, it’s bad but it can be used as an excuse?” It was not nearly possible. “Why would you want to marry someone who will go around and hurt you, treat you like any other women in this village. He ain't like our father who takes care of mother like a queen but just another heartless being who just… just…” True, no one is like father. “I don’t know?! You will leave me alone?! Who will look after me? Do you still think this is the best thing to commit to? Do you not love me anymore?” If Coronis could say how she felt after hearing those words, the words were still limited and feelings were vast.

She said nothing. Not a single word of comfort or telling her how she will be there for her when needed. Her life was uncertain. Anything could happen and she won't have time to go back to her little sister and comfort her. Telling her lies to make her feel good would cause the little one much more pain.

It is easier to promise fake comforts but at what cost?

This time, Coronis faced away and sat in silence, listening to Circe sniffing silently. A few moments passed away and she felt little arms wrapping around her from behind. “Do not face away from me… I'm lost and I need you the most right now.”

Coronis helped her sit in her lap and hugged her tight. “Even if I go away… mother is here. Always listen to her and never be in trouble. Be a good girl… no one in this world is forever. You have to be your own forever. Build yourself stronger and stronger till you die.”

“Can't you take me with you?” she mumbled into her shoulder.

“If I could, I would.”

Before anything else could be said, the door opened and their mother walked in. She sat beside the two girls and sighed. “It's time to step out, Coronis.” No one moved from their spot. Another tired sigh left Martha. “I think this might work out. He genuinely seems pleasant. Look into it, you might find him as someone you would spend life with.”

“What is the need to get me married so soon?” she asked.

“I was married at the age of eighteen. And you are young and beautiful. You have your needs as you said it yourself–”

“You know exactly what I was talking about, Mother,” Coronis shook her head.

“Sooner or later, you have to get married. So what is the problem now?” Martha argued.

“You could have prevented it or at least delayed it for now…” She felt helpless. “I am aware that you mean good but I want to handle it myself.”

“I can't say anything, Coronis. Your father is determined…” Coronis did not say anything. Taking the environment of the situation, Martha stood up and held Circe's arm, “Let's leave, Circe. The good man wishes to see Coronis. Let him be in here. She is not going to listen anyway.”

Circe reluctantly let go of her sister and took small steps away and out of the door while silently sniffing, following Martha. Each step took a piece of Coronis away. She had things to tell the little one. All the finest love that lived in her heart for her, wanted to pour out on her little feet. She had a longer way to go and Coronis wanted to hold her through it. But love for different people has its own limits.

Coronis sat facing away from the door as it creaked open and the soft sound of the feet padded closer to her. A faint, calm breath was evident in the air. A few moments later, a smooth voice echoed in her slot.

“Never in this lifetime have I ever thought that someone's mere presence would be enough to bring my heart at peace for once in this intolerant world,” he said.

Coronis's brows frowned as she took in his words. She slowly turned around and looked up at the face of the new presence. Her breath hitched as she looked at the man. There stood a tall handsome man with beautiful green eyes and tanned skin. His features were soft like her bread and skin smooth like butter. He had golden curly hair falling above his eyes. His pretty face supported the smallest yet the calmest smiles she had ever seen.

Looking at him brought a sense of peace in her. He was a person she never knew she needed to see until now. He was wearing common clothes. Beige and dark brown.

Coronis gestured for him to sit down in front of her on the cushion. “I don't think you are talking about me…”

“Edwin. And of course, I'm talking about you, Ms gorgeous,” he smiled beautifully.

She smiled a little at him without her knowledge. “Is that so, Mr Edwin? The wealthy man?”

At this, he chuckled. “Well, my parents thought I could be wealthy so they named me Edwin.”

“Did it work?”

“Of course, it did! I'm not rich but better than the time I was born,” he said. “You tell me, Ms Coronis. What is with the fog of sadness in your eyes? You don't have to tell me,” he quickly clarified.

His short lines made her nervous. “Then I'll keep my mouth shut,” she said as she tried to keep her expressions neutral, hiding her stories behind the fog. “It's nothing, to be honest. You tell me about yourself. Why are you being so nice?”

Edwin raised his eyebrows. “Why am I being nice? It's because there is so much bad going around so I think I must stay nice like a newborn. I don't wish to hurt anybody. Not you, not anyone else. Though I am perfectly capable of protecting people I love so you do not have to sweat about it.”

“Isn't that too nice of you? Don't you think this world may not deserve your kindness,” Coronis felt a little annoyed at his reply. Why would he be nice when he had no reason to be? Not to say it out loud, but being nice was nowhere near what this world really wanted. It begged for crime and blood. If people could, they would eat their own flesh and get drunk on their own blood out of hatred.

He smiled, taking Coronis's hand in his and rubbing circles on her palm with his thumb. “I'm just a human in this book who wants an escape. Being just like any other person out there in the wild will make me no different. I want to be nice and someone who can,” he sighed, “who can just help one life. I want to be a person who does not relate to blood on hands but to flowers on hearts. That's what I want to be.”

Edwin was a man Coronis had just met. But she wanted to give him a chance. However, she knew what she was dealing with. And if this handsome man was what he said to be, she could never live with the guilt of ruining his life. He would never forgive him. He will ruin him or perhaps kill him with a mere swing of his sword.

“Anyway,” he continued after a moment of silence. “I see you have cows outside.”

Coronis shook her head out of her trance. “Yes. They are my mother's. She supplies milk, cheese, and butter.”

“That is fascinating! I see cows around but they are the healthy ones,” he remarked.

“They are for Royal Castle. So, you know, the best for them,” she mumbled.

“Ah, really? These cows are lucky. At least, they are healthy and being fed properly…” he kept on speaking about the cows and other things that mattered the least, at least at the moment.

Coronis stopped listening to him but kept staring at his pretty face. She loved how his eyes would shine and his smile would widen when he would talk about things he specifically loved. The colour of his cheeks would glow and turn blush red. His smile was peaceful… something like morning sunshine, his smile shined through.

Smile. A bittersweet gesture of face. Nori had the most beautiful smile in the whole world. Even Edwin could not match the status of euphoria that her smile offered her. She was all Coronis could ask for. But life was harsher than that. Even if Coronis was not stuck in the king's eyes, the commoners would never accept them.

The disaster falls in love when a forbidden love blooms. It ruins the spark of the eyes and the softness of the smiles. It breaks apart the perfectly matched puzzles of hearts. And forever it ends with the hiddenness of the unaccepted love.

It takes one whisper, a tiny wicked whisper in the ear of a living being to fill the hate and one heavy whiff of air to separate the powerless petals of a dying flower.

Love is pain. Time by time, the world has proven it again and again.

Nori deserved better than this. It was better to leave her behind and let her live a life where she would not be a victim of the King. She still had time for her hands to undo the mistake that should have never happened.

Maybe Edwin was a way to get away from the storm and live a peaceful life by the meadows. A small possibility of escaping this realm buzzed within her chest. Though it was not possible, however, dreaming does not take any penny.

“I can dream about us…” Edwin’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Us and if you want, two children or maybe just one. A daughter would be nice even though it is not safe for daughters but we can keep her safe.”

Coronis looked deeply into her genuine eyes. After seeing men wanting nothing but to touch her, here he was sitting and talking about the future which was not even certain.

He continued, “You know, I have wanted to have the house of my dreams and live there with someone I love. I wouldn't say that I love you just yet but I can say it won't take more than two breaths to be head over heels for you.”

“Don't you think too ahead of time, Edwin? Do you try to charm your way into a woman’s life all the time?” Coronis narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Ha,” he chucked. “So glad you think of me so highly, Ms Coronis. It is quite the opposite, to be frank with you. Women try to charm their way into my life. However, I have caught pretty sight of you plenty of times here and there in the market or near the meadows. I have always been fond of you. But I do not want to come out as a creep.”

“I see you have quite the knowledge of your surroundings. You piqued my interest, Mr Edwin,” she said and nodded.

“Even if you say no after this, I would feel so honoured just because I sat with you in your slot and had a decent talk,” he blushed. “It is like a bee found the perfect flower.”

Coronis's smile faded into a sad smile.

It was the first time that a man other than her father and brother was nice to her and did not touch her which she did not allow. He was surreal. It was, indeed, true that within the ugly stones laid the hidden gems.

“Grief,” Coronis said.

“Huh?” He asked with a confused mind.

“Grief is what is fogging my eyes, Edwin,” she said. “Day and night it decays me alive. The grief of not taking certain actions, the grief of not preventing things, the grief of being selfish, the grief of putting people in a position where they get hurt when they do not deserve it. Right now, things around me and within me are falling apart and I can not do anything about them at all. Every day is a new challenge. A challenge of staying alive…” her voice shivered.

Edwin smiled, “It is good to see someone genuinely feel something other than plain hate in this era…” he shook his head and held both of her hands. “However, grief is like a deadly disease. It definitely eats you alive. It hurts when people you love get hurt and you get hurt twice. Feeling grief is sort of mandatory when you have a heart that is made of flesh and blood and gold. You did not hurt anybody and if you had been selfless or were not a saviour, you ain't a villain. Things would have turned the way they are regardless. And sometimes hurt is all you need to feel. Sometimes it is the only thing that makes you feel alive.” He squeezed her hands and stood up. He brushed his hand over his clothes to brush off the wrinkles and forwarded his hand for her to take. “I think we should go outside and see everyone. I can smell some good food in the air.”

Coronis looked at his hand for a moment with a stone expression however she broke into a delicate one. Her hand slipped into his as he helped her up.

She was cursing herself for being vulnerable yet again in front of a man who barely knew her. He did not hit her or try to have his way in these few moments. He just sat there and was listening to you without any other intentions. He didn't say that he and her needed to be together or that they would figure it out and just enjoy the moment maybe because he was aware of how difficult it is to enjoy the moment with lightning growling in her chest. He just said what needed to be said, nothing more and nothing less.

Indeed, the grief was something she needed to feel. Even now when Edwin opened the door and stepped out with her following behind him and getting hit by the view of Nori's dumbfounded face. It was worse when her shaky eyes fell on Coronis. Many questions reflected on her face. As if she was asking for forgiveness for something she didn't even do and just asking for answers to her unheard questions.

The moment her eyes caught their intervened hands. Pure disgust moulded her pretty face and her eyes captured the most painful pain Coronis could ever imagine. She could see her heart crumble into nothing through her eyes. Coronis removed her hand from his warm ones and stood way behind him to the point it looked like she did not just have a sweet conversation with him.

When Nori looked at Edwin, a burning fire set on fire in her chest. Coronis's mouth fell open when she saw how her eyes turned glassy and bloodshot in rage in a matter of a few milliseconds. Coronis knew she had broken a girl right then and there.

The love in the girl's eyes turned into something beyond dark. Maybe not for Coronis but for everything else. More importantly for her unforgiving fate.

Nori painfully smiled, “I-I am going to leave. I- yeah.” she said and turned around.

She opened the door as she left however the nightmare didn't stop. It started at that point when Coronis saw a pair of eyes looking– no, piercing her soul through the cloak. The Lord.

The Lord has seen what was displayed to be seen. His eyes were eerily calm yet fierce. Coronis's insides shook in fear and regret.

Before she could see more, Martha closed the door.

“She was not wearing her necklace.”

…..

Sanaa's note:

This semester is tiring as hell. But anyway. How are you guys? I hope everyone is fine. It took way too long to write and I still had so much to add but I think the next chapter would be perfect for that. Do leave some feedback! It helps me write more. It motivates me and then I feel like the time I put into it is still worth it, maybe a little bit. Also, plz do not comment about when to bring JK more. I know we are used to reading him more but just wait, okay? You will love what I have in my mind. Just wait for me to get there. Thank you so much!💓

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Before the Flowers Wilt: Part 1

Pairing: ??? x Reader

Summary: The petals of the Hanahaki is definitely something cruel. Romantic sentiments are developed at an individual’s own pace, however; the disease sets it on a timer. It is often that an individual returns the affections and sentiments of the infected far too late or not at all. Indeed, the cure can cause as much heartbreak as the disease itself. Only destined soulmates are able to withstand the hell.

Hastened footsteps sounded throughout the lonely apartment as the bathroom door connected to the main bedroom swung open. The owner of the steps lurched towards the porcelain bowl; getting down on her knees and regurgitating for the first time for that day. Taking couple minutes to recover her strength, she wiped away the saliva from her lips, standing up weakly to wash her hands, and splash her face with water to clean off any residue. Grabbing the towel she cleans off the water droplets taking a deep breath, finally, making eye contact with the stranger standing in the mirror before her.

Silence overflows the apartment as she quietly stares at her reflection, not recognizing her own image in the mirror.  A lengthy sigh omits from her parted lips finally releasing the breath she unknowingly held in as she tears her gaze away from the mirror and wanders back to her bedroom to get ready for the wearying day ahead of her. As the young lady steps out of the bathroom, she accidentally steps on an object making her freezes lifting her foot slightly to see a petal on the wooden floor of her bedroom.

“Beware the petals of the hanahaki,” she mutters bitterly to herself remembering her mother’s heeding words as she picks up the fragile petal and throws it in a small trash bin. Opening her closet door the young lady selects a comfortable outfit due to having already started the day feeling nauseous. A loose white button up blouse with a single red rose surrounded by white sakuras blossoms embroidered on the left side of the shirt, pairing it with some dark navy jeans. After grabbing her pre-prepared boxed breakfast and lunch, she rushes to out the door to her university.

Arriving onto the premises of the university’s campus, the young woman rushed across campus to the designated building where the lecture was being held. She entered the corridors with a swift pace as she was looking at her phone, not regarding the young man in front of her crashing into him. He immediately reached out and grasped her elbow pulling her close to him before she could stumble back. Snapping her attention to the young man about to spew apologies from her lips, her breath hitched as she recognized the person she bumped into was and softly whispering his name, “J-Jungkook?”

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I Knew You Were Trouble - Chapter One

Prologue

           Suri was feeling good. She has moved into her new apartment exactly two weeks ago and she absolutely adored her roommate – Hanbyul, who was a year older guy, currently working in a restaurant and wanting to become a chef one day, also gay, which made her life easy enough as she could move around the apartment without bra on and not worry that her roommate will stare at her nipples under the shirt. Hanbyul was trying to come up with new recipes so Suri gladly became his lab rat and was enjoying delicious food every day and for free. She’s completely forgotten that Junghyun has given her the number of his younger brother until said brother called her one evening.

           “Hello?” She asked surprised, seeing Jeon Jungkook as a caller. “Jungkook is that you?”

           “Yes, Hi noona. How are you? Is everything okay?”

           “Sure, is that why you’re calling? Did Junghyun told you to check up on me? That idiot.” Suri spoke. “I’m sorry about that, I didn’t want to trouble you, I know that you’re busy.”

           “It’s no problem noona. I’ve just called to see if you don’t have any problems here in Seoul. It’s a big city.”

           “No, I’m doing great. My roommate helps me a lot, he’s also a chef so I get to eat a lot of free food. You can tell that to Junghyun so he’d stop worrying.”

           “He? You have a guy roommate?”

           “Gosh, you’re just like your brother Jungkookie. And how are you? I guess your life is much more interesting than mine. Are you doing fine?”

           “Of course I’m doing fine. But a guy roommate noona? Are you sure that it’s a good idea?”

           “It is. Hanbyul oppa is the best!”

           “Oppa?!”

           “Yeah. He cooks, he cleans, he has a good taste in music and we watch the same TV shows. Oh and he really likes your band! He said that he likes Jin the most though. Which part of the world are you currently in?”

           “The same as you noona. I’m in Seoul for the next few days. We have some recordings to do.”

           “That sounds busy. Sorry that Junghyun bothered you with me, but you have nothing to worry about. I’m doing great.”

           “You’re not a bother noona. And I’m not that busy.”

           “Well I’m sure you have better things to do than care about me and…”

           “Can I see you?”

           “What?”

           “Can I come to your apartment and visit you?”

           “Uhm… Sure if you want to.”

           “I do. Can I come tonight?”

           “Tonight?”

           “Around 10 PM? It’s hard for me to move around during the day.”

           “Okay, 10 PM is fine with me.”

           “I’ll see you then, noona.”

           “See you, Guk!”

             Jungkook was more nervous than when he was about to debut. That was it. He was going to see Suri for the first time in years. And she was going to see him as a grown man now, not a kid. He was going to make sure of it. That’s the reason why he changed out of his oversized white T-shirt and low hanging jeans into a fitted black shirt, grey tight hoodie and tight, black, ripped jeans that were showing off his muscular body. He’s also decided to take one of Namjoon hyung’s expensive bottles of wine, just to remind Suri that he’s of age now. It took him about half an hour to do his hair the way he knew his fans loved and the way which made him look older – Dope style.

           He was glad that nobody really knew what his car has looked like, so that nobody would follow him. And Suri has send him a map to get to the underground parking so that he wouldn’t have to worry about getting noticed. He used hood and mask to cover his face, just in case.

           Suri was living on thirteenth floor and she opened the door with a huge smile on her face. And Jungkook was just devouring her with his eyes. Pictures couldn’t compare to reality. She was beautiful. He’s always seen her as pretty, but now she grew to just be beautiful. Her long hair loosely falling down on her arms, thin blue sweater was only showing off her great figure and jeans seemed as tight as the second skin.

           “Wow, you’re taller than me now!” Was the first thing she said as she moved at the doorway to let him in. “I remember you being this small!” She pointed at her waist. “You were always smaller!”

           “You are just as short as you’ve always been noona.” He laughed coming inside, taking off mask and hoodie.

           “Yah, I’m not short! Just because you Jeon boys tend to be tall, doesn’t mean that I’m short. I’m 163 cm!”

           “That’s short noona.”

           “That’s average. I’m exactly at average height for Korean woman.”

           “The average height is pretty short noona.” He was laughing taking his shoes off.

           “Wow, you really look different Guk.” She said scanning his face. “You have an actual sharp jawline. Wow, you really look like a man now. I’m impressed.” Jungkook couldn’t stop smiling.

           “I’m glad that you like what you see noona.” He said. “Can we go inside? It’s a little awkward standing in the hall.”

           “Oh right. Come on in. Hanbyul is at work. He usually comes home really late so you have nothing to worry about. Besides he would never talk to anybody, he’s not that kind of a guy.”

           “I’m sure he is.” Jungkook didn’t like talking about other guys.

“It’s a pretty small apartment but I like it. Kitchen and living room are connected, and here is my room.” She pointed at the door the furthest from the entrance. “I can show it to you but I’ve just moved in recently, so it’s pretty empty.”

“It’s okay noona, we can just stay here if you want. I’ve brought wine.”

“Can you even drink? Last time I checked you were sipping on banana milk.”

“Ha ha ha. I’m twenty noona. Not ten.”

“Oh I’m pretty sure you were drinking banana milk until you were like eighteen.”

“That’s not important now, noona. It’s a good wine. Namjoon hyung knows a lot about expensive stuff so I took one of his.”

“And he agreed?”

“He’ll just think that Jin hyung drank it again. Doesn’t matter. Do you have glasses?”

“Yes, I do. I’ve also ordered food. Wasn’t sure what you like, so I just ordered chicken, because everybody loves that.”

“Chicken is good noona.”

“Okay, sit down where you want, I’ll prepare food.”

“Don’t be ridiculous noona. I’ll help you.” Jungkook decided that it would be a good moment to take off his hoodie.

“Oh wow. Junghyun told me that you were exercising a lot, but I didn’t think that it would be to this point. You’re ripped.”

“Thanks, I guess…” Jungkook said pretending that showing off his body wasn’t the reason for him to take off his hoodie. “So, plates?”

“There, second cabinet on the left. Chopsticks are in the drawer. Wait, where is the bottle opener…” She started looking around.

“Do you mean this noona?” He took the utensil out of the same drawer as the chopsticks.

“Yeah, good, you’ve found it. Glasses are top shelf. Just let me get a chair to stand on.”

“I’ve told you noona, that you’re short.” Jungkook laughed as he stood behind her and easily grabbed two wine glasses, coming a little closer than necessary, but close enough for him to smell the raspberry shampoo that she must have used.

“Okay, okay, you’re tall.” She laughed and moved away. “You win I would need a chair to get that. Let’s go eat that, shall we?”

“Wait, but chicken and wine don’t go that well together do they?”

“We can just eat chicken first and then drink. I have a few cans of coke in the fridge if you want to.”

“Gladly.” Jungkook answered taking two cans out and bringing them to the coffee table in the living room. They didn’t even bother sitting on the couch. The floor was comfortable enough and Jungkook was happy sitting as close to Suri as he could as she was chewing on the chicken.

Conversation came easily and it was smooth. It wasn’t awkward or boring, they had lots of things to talk about. Starting with Suri’s work at TV station as one of the rookie PDs, then Jungkook’s career and BTS, Junghyun in the army and ending with their memories of childhood. It was only then that they finished eating and Jungkook could finally open the wine.

“I’m really glad that I came to see you noona.” He said after two glasses of wine. “Really, really, really. You’re as much fun as I remember.”

“Me too!” Suri was giggling. She’s also had around two glasses of wine and was already getting a little drunk. “I’m really, really, really glad you came. You’re just as cute as I remember.” He burst out in laughter.

“You’re as pretty as I remember noona!” She started laughing even harder.

“Yah, Guk, I’m not pretty.” She hit him lightly on the arm. “Your eyesight is bad because you’ve drunk two glasses of wine.”

“Nah, I’ve always thought you were pretty. Cheers!” He said gulping down his third glass.

“Yah, Kookie, don’t even joke like that.” She giggled again as he poured her another full glass. “You’re so funny.”

“I’m not joking.” He said gulping another one. “Oh that wine is really good.”

“It is.”

“Do you think I’m any handsome noona?”

“Yah, you’re stupid Guk!” She said with a laugher. “You don’t know that, with millions of fans telling you everyday how handsome you are?”

“I know about my fans noona, I want to know what you think.”

“Of course you’re handsome! All of Jeon boys are handsome. You, Jonghyun, even your dad is handsome and your mom is very pretty.”

“Am I handsomer than Im Taehwan sunbae?” He asked after another glass.

“Im Taehwan? You mean  my boyfriend from middle school?” She giggled. “He’s had plastic surgery recently and he looks a lot worse after it. Isn’t it funny Guk? He did plastic surgery to be even more handsome and in result he’s just uglier!”

“But am I handsomer than him?”

“Handsomer? Shouldn’t it be more handsome Guk?” She chuckled again. “You’re so funny Ggukie.”

“Am I?”

“What?”

“Am I more handsome than Taehwan sunbae?”

“Sure you are Guk.” She laughed. “You’re a very handsome young man.”

“I’m not that young. It’s just two years difference between us noona.”

“I know. You’re my favorite dongsaeng Guk! You know that!” She was laughing hard now. Clearly drunk after a few more drinks. Jungkook, drank even more, mostly for courage. He’s felt a little drunk too, and that may be a reason as to why he’s said the following words.

“What if I don’t want to be your dongsaeng noona?”

“What do you mean? You are my dongsaeng.”

“I don’t want to be. I will call you Suri from now on.”

“Yah! Don’t you dare Guk! I’m still your noona! Show some respect to your elders!” She was hiccupping every two words.

“My elders shouldn’t be that much shorter than me. And so cute.”

“Yah, do you want me to beat you up?!” She turned to face him and started climbing up his body which somehow made her awkwardly land with her legs on the both sides of his lap. She didn’t seem to notice as she started to hit him on the chest. “Yah, why are you so muscular! It’s hard to beat you up!” She cried unhappily and Jungkook froze in place as she moved on his lap in a way that suddenly made him very, very conscious of her whole body. He gulped heavily because his pants were suddenly feeling too constricting with her every move. It was not good.

“You should stop that noona.” He said. “It will be awkward.”

“What?” She asked confused. “What should I stop?”

“You should stop moving like that noona. It will get uncomfortable real soon if you won’t stop.” But she seemed to not listen. Instead her eyes were glued to his lips.

“Yah, when did your lips get like that?”

“What?”

“I want a bite.”

“What?” But instead of answering she pecked him slightly. He was looking at her in shock for a moment and then he responded so enthusiastically that she was taken aback. He was kissing her with all he had, devouring her lips with his. Finally doing what he wanted to do for years. He was kissing her with all the feelings that were building up in him since he saw her for the first time sixteen years ago. And she was responding with almost as much joy. Her hands moving freely all over his body, to his hair, mussing it up completely, to his neck and under his shirt, all over his abs and thighs. At the same time he was enjoying getting to know her body. Moving all the way down to her butt and stopping there for a few moments, then moving up to her breasts, where he stopped for a moment too, up until he moved his hands under her sweater, so he could massage her stomach with one hand, while the other landed on her thigh. The kisses were getting more aggressive, more hungry and more passionate until Jungkook has remembered that one time when he saw her bruised neck. And suddenly he wanted to mark her, so that she would remember him and not that guy who gave her a hickey. He was going to give her more. Five, or ten, or twenty hickeys if needed.

And so he started devouring her neck. Licking and biting all over the place until grey and purple marks appeared. She was just sitting on his laps, with her head leaning back so that he would have a better access. And he used that with joy, moving downwards to her cleavage, biting on everything he could reach. His hands grabbed her butt hard, as if he wanted to leave marks there too, this time with his fingers.

“You’re so hot.” He murmured into her neck as he slipped his hands up her sweater, this time to take it off.

“You too.” She responded. Her mouth somewhere near his ear, biting at it lightly. She took one of his earrings in between her teeth and there was nothing hotter than that.

“We should go to your room.”

“Yeah.” She moaned this time as he took of her bra and bit her breast. His hands landed back on her butt but this time to lift her up. She put her legs around his waist as he was carrying her to the bedroom blindly as his face was somewhere near her left breast at the moment.

So here comes chapter one. More to come soon.

Here you can read other chapters: Prologue

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[Jungkook] The Windmill House (Chapter 4)

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Synopsis: When for once rich doesn’t rhyme with Christian Grey.

Pairing: Jungkook x OC

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Friday comes in a blink of an eye, and before I can really prepare myself mentally I am back at the mansion, where so far nothing good ever happens to me. It’s the end of the week, I’ve had a long day, so I don’t feel like dealing with any of Mr. Jeon's bullshit. Before leaving my car I give myself a mental pep talk. I am not going to let him get in my head, or in my pants, for that matter. Once under the porch, I knock and my client opens the door.

"Miss Fair.” He greets, all navy suit and yummy face. I give him a tight smile. This is going to be difficult.

“Good evening Mr. Jeon.” I reply. He steps aside to let me in and closes the door behind me.

“How was your day?” He asks once we’re in what could be considered the foyer of the mansion.

“Busy. How have you been?”
 I reply. He gives me a playful look.

“Impatient.” He says. Goddammit.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” He proposes, shoving his hands in the pockets of his fin, fine trousers.

“Our barman just arrived.” He informs me, leading me down a short corridor.


“Barman?” I repeat.
 “This is going to be a hotel?”
 I ask him as we walk into a hall with a bar. There’s a counter and four wooden stools.

“I don’t know yet.” He shrugs a shoulder.

“But you have a barman.” I retort.

“I’m the barman.”
 He explains.

“Wine?” He proposes, slipping behind the counter. I’m not against a little something to make this whole thing a tad easier.

“Just a sip. I have to drive.” I agree, sitting my bum on a stool and putting my purse on the counter. I watch as Mr. Jeon pulls out two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. As he’s open to open in, his phone starts to ring in his pocket. He halts to look at the caller’s ID, and I see his face harden, He stares at his phone for a couple of seconds before looking back at my waiting form.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” He says. I nod, and watch him walk out the room. I sit there, waiting twiddling my thumbs, resisting the urge to open each and every door I see and climb all the stairs I can find.

“Miss Fair?”

I turn my head and see a man walking down the stairs. Tall, dirty blond hair and a light stubble, the man is in a suit with no tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt undone. He radiates with charisma, his eyes green and piercing.

“That’s me. And you are?” I reply, watching him walk to me. He gives me a smile I’m he reserves for ladies. It is as devastating as it is familiar. Where have I seen this fine man?

“Good evening. I’m Eliott, Kook’s brother.” He greets. Eliott… Eliott… Eliott Hargreeves? They don’t have the same last name?

“Oh. I do remember you. Me and my colleague Ava worked on your home in south London, right.” I tell him once he’s in front of me.

“A masterpiece.” He nods, giving me his hand to shake.

“Good evening, Eliott. Mr. Jeon told me you recommended me to him.” I say to him, shaking his hand.

“I did. You did a fantastic job in the penthouse, so I figured you could do wonders in this place as well.” He explains. I wonder if he knows his brother almost gave the project to someone else.

“Well thank you very much, it’s a very exciting project.” I reply, and he hits me with another charming smile.

“You’re most welcome.” He murmurs, almost making me giggle. I watch him as he goes behind the counter, where his brother has left a bottle of wine and two glasses. He takes the bottle and looks at the tag, before making a grimace and putting it away.

“Do you know what mister Jeon has in mind for this building? Surely he doesn’t live here.” I ask him.

“I think he wants to turn it into a luxury hotel.” Eliott explains, pulling out another botte from under the counter.

“I see.” I say, watching him open that second bottle.

“I think he should go for an Italian design, but he wants everything to look like your neighborhood Dubai villa.” He says, shaking his head disapprovingly. Exactly!

“That’s exactly what I told him.” I concur as he pours us some dark red- almost black wine.

“And he accepted?” Eliott challenged, putting the bottle down.

“Well, I’m here.” I shrug, and he chuckles, sliding one glass in my direction.

“Nice one.” He says, raising his glass at me. I raise mine and take sip. This is strong.

“So,” I pipe up while Eliott takes a stool next to mine. “How’s your company doing?”

Mr. Hargreeves tells me more about his fintech company and his new projects. He plans on opening a hotel and is looking into buying cruse ships. He also explains how he tries to make all of his businesses as eco-friendly as possible, which is something I admire. He asks me about my most recent projects, lets me show him some pictures on my phone, and proposes to hire me to work on his hypothetical hotel. The discussion never ends as we bounce off of each other’s subjects to bring up new ones, wine being poured continuously, so much so that we don’t feel the time pass.

“Eliott?”

We both turn our heads to see Mr. Jeon returning after his phone call, eyebrows knotted together.

“Hey, big bro.”
 Eliott greets him.

“I thought you were leaving.” He says, sounding annoyed.


“I was, and then I ran into your lovely guest.”
 Eliott replies with a grin, waving towards me. Oh, flattery.

"Just sharing a drink. Well two, by now.”
 He informs him, bringing his glass to his lips. Two?! I look at my empty glass. I hadn’t realized I was drinking. How did I not pay attention? I won’t be able to drive like that.

“You’ve been drinking Marsala?”


When I look up Mr. Jeon has walked behind the counter, and is holding the now empty bottle of wine. I gape at him, clueless.

“Maya. this is 20 percent alcohol. You’ll be drunk in a few minutes.”
 He admonishes. Oh bloody hell.

“Oh, crap.”
 Is all I manage.

“S’fine. I can get you home after we’re all done.”
 Eliott counters nonchalantly. After we’re done?

“After what-“


“I’ll get my assistant to drive you.” He says sternly, and I feel like it’s more of a declaration than a proposition.

“Elliot, do you mind?”
 Mr. Jeon says to his brother, inviting him- or ordering him I don’t know really, out of the room. Eliott makes a childish sulky face, sliding off his stool. When his eyes land on me, he gives me a dazzling smile, holding his hand out.

“Mrs. Fair.” He says as I take his hand to shake it. He flips my hand and drops a light kiss on the back of it, enough for tickles of his lips to make me smile.

“Pleasure seeing you again.”
 He murmurs as I slip my hand out of his. I giggle softly, finding his over-the-top flirting quite charming and somewhat funny. He has always been like this as far as I remember, both with me and Ava. He is flirty but in a way that says he’s never going go too far, which made our meetings with him super pleasant.

“For me too.” I reply before watching him amble out of the room, all while avoiding the missiles his brother is throwing at him with his eyes.

“Get Jimin to drive you home.” Mr. Jeon says to his back, and he replies with a wave over his shoulder. When Eliott is out of sight, Mr. Jeon sighs deeply, clearing our wine glasses off the counter. Not knowing what to say, I watch him, twiddling my thumbs anxiously.

“While you’re still sober, how about actually getting to work?” He finally proposes, his tone icy. Being tipsy on the job, talk about professionalism. This has never happened to me before.

“I had no idea what was in that bottle.”
 I say defensively. It’s not my fault his brother is an interesting person.

"You’re right. I’m sorry.”
 He sighs again. “It’s his fault.”


He’s in the worst of moods now. I don’t feel comfortable.

“Maybe I should leave. I’ll get a taxi.” I propose, grabbing my purse.


“No.”
 He retorts, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, just…” He trails off, thinking.

“Have dinner with me.”
 He proposes. What?

“You’re not going to be that drunk if we get some food into your system.” He explains.

“I’m not sure that’s appropriate.” I mutter.

“It’s not.” He admits. 
“But you know how little I care about that.”

Mmmh. I’m not going to have dinner with him. Ever. It’s just an excuse to spend time with me in hopes to get me to open my legs. It’s high time we started actual work.


“I was thinking maybe you could give me a quick brief about what you want for the rooms.” I counter, and watch his eyebrows become a knot of confusion.

“We have to get to work someday.” I shrug a shoulder. Mr. Jeon sighs, defeated, and fumbles behind the counter once more. I hear the tap open and close.

“Here.” He drops a tall glass of water in front of me.
 “Drink this.”


“Thank you.” I reply, only too glad to drink it. As I start gulping down on my water, I hear his phone go off again. I watch him sigh out of annoyance while he looks at his phone.

“I’ll be back in a minute. Sorry.” He mutters before leaving me once more. As he disappears behind French doors, Eliott peeks from the door next to the stairs.

“Is he gone?” He asks me, eyes dancing with cheeky amusement.

“You’re still here?” I utter, my eyebrows meeting my hairline. He strolls to me, smiling from ear to ear.

“I made our mom call him.” He explains. That’s so childish. I giggle.

“He’ll be back in a second.” I remind him, but he waves a dismissive hand at me.

“What side of the house are you working on? The red room?”
 He asks once he’s next to me again, elbow on the counter.

“The red room?”

“He hasn’t showed you the red room?” He frowns. I copy him. What in the hell is the red room?


“Is that where the previous owner had his large parties?” I take a wild guess. Eliott chuckles at me.


“More like large orgies.”
 He clarifies. I look at him in a mix of shock and wonder.

“There’s an orgy room?”
 I utter, and I don’t know why I am so excited about it. I’m just really curious now. The owner threw orgies not parties in there. That’s why this place used to be so hard to get in.

“It’s a piece of work. Very sexual. Let me show you.”
 Eliott proposes, and it take me everything I have to refuse.

“I should wait for your brother. He’ll be back in a minute.”
 I tell him, not wanting to deal with angry Jeon again.

“It’s right across the room, we’ll hear him come back.”
 He argues, pointing towards the door behind me. It is right there!

“Okay.” I give in, hopping off my stool.

“It’s really something. Jungkook wants it gone but I like it.”
 He says right before pushing the double doors open. I walk into a gigantic, red leather-padded chamber. The first and unmissable thing that catches my eye is the sumptuous chandelier hanging over the center of the room. The walls are covered with all kinds of tools: floggers, whips, cuffs, gags, collars, leashes, canes, paddles and other sex toys. I have never smelled so much leather in my life, not even in my uncle's leather couch shop.

“Oh wow.” I breathe, my feet carrying me further in. There are round beds here and there, desks and chairs in other spots, 4 sex swings, one in each corner of the rooms, two huge wooden crosses with ties on them, and so many other things I can’t describe. This some hard core bdsm dungeon. At the center, right under the chandelier, lies a tailored circular bed propped up on a platform, almost like a stage, with red satin sheets and pillows. On that bed alone could fit 15 to 20 people. I can’t even imagine how many kinky middle-agers used to come here at once.

“You could fit a hundred people in there.” I observe, not knowing what else to say. It is very red, and very sexual. I’m just shocked this is here, but the design itself is beautiful and it would be a shame to remove it. I feel Eliott before I see him, his breath tickling the hair on my nape and making it stand alert.


“Two's just as fine.” He retorts, his voice low and quiet, just as the doors close behind us.

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