#officeworker!jungkook

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landslides - 001 | goldrush - jjk

part title credit: goldrush - taylor swift

everybody wonders what it would be like to love you... i can't dare to dream about you anymore... it never will be...

pairing: officeworker!jungkook x female reader (coworkers)

premise: jungkook asks you to dog sit over chuseok. he doesn't ask you to steal the empty spaces in his head, the dreams he's yet to have, nor the idea of you always just being 'you' to him - and yet, like a thief in the night (with his own damn dog as your accomplice), you do.

warnings: fluff more than angst, but it's not clean cut - there's also a touch of smut. office worker jk, fuck boy (but kind!) jk, mentions of his workplace escapades, oc is dating mingyu (yay), oc sorta fancies jk (boo), solo masturbation (m), vivid thoughts of shagging (jk is a perv! wow! unlike me to write him as randy bastard!), lots of facetime calls, oc and jk are fundamentally flawed as a pairing, genuine friendship, daddy kink? ig? but like kinda sweet?, jungkook has a complex brain house and you've been banished to his annexe!! he also has a thing for claw clipped hair lol

wordcount: 6.8K

note from holly: so... i dogsat (? idk if thats a word) for my friend last chuseok and this was the result hahahaha. my friends dog (boba <3) is so tiny and small!! but i've always been a big dog girlie so bam was fun to write. i really love this one and have recently found all of my old notes from around that time detailing the rest of the couples lives, so pt. 2 is in progress.

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

Bam notices the storm roll in before you do. His ears twitch, head lifting from its rested perch on his paws.

“What’s up, baby? Hey?” You coo, his sudden shift obviously prompted by something. His snout begins to twitch, too, and his bottom lip shakes as a small growl vibrates from his throat. His eyes are on the window, stalking the clouds as they roll past. “Hey.”

You sit up a little straighter to lean forward and scratch behind his ear. He leans into it, but doesn’t take his eyes away from the sky.

“You see the rain, huh?” You hum, looking between the pup and the window ahead. You can’t place it yet - it’s too far in the distance - but you find yourself coming to sit beside him. He doesn’t lean up against you like he usually does. Just continues to lightly growl.

There’s no threat behind his noises, no malice - he’s just shouting back at the thunder you can’t hear. When you see a bolt of lightning flash in the distance just beyond the city skyline, you know that it won’t be long until Jungkook’s apartment block is drenched in the weather.

It’s just gone midnight when he calls. His face is a little puffy, smile a little lopsided.

“Hey Bammie,” he coos into the camera. You’ve got it angled down to where the pup is resting his head on your knee, peacefully unwinding after his long walk. Bam doesn’t stir at Jungkook’s voice, so he tries again. “Bammie?”

The way he elongates his puppy’s name is sweet - a tone of voice reserved only for his most trusted companion. He sure as hell has never spoken to you like that.

“Sorry, bud,” you say as you lift the camera up to your face. He’s pouting. “I don’t think the vibrations sound the same through the phone.”

“I miss him,” he says not even caring to acknowledge your thought process. “Is he okay? Was he good on his walk?”

“He’s all good,” you smile. “Best boy in the world. None of the other dogs you mentioned were down at the park, so it was just us two.”

He nods into the camera and purses his lips. “They might all be away. Visiting family.” He rolls over in his bed and lets out a yawn. “How’s the apartment? Got everything you need?”

You nod back. “All good. Might have eaten my way through your cheese stash already. I’m gonna shower then head to bed in a minute.”

“Make sure you leave the bathroom door open a little,” he says. “He’ll whine if not.”

“Will do.”

“Thank you,” he says. “I really appreciate you doing this. He hasn’t been too much work, has he?”

“He’s good as gold,” you say as you switch to the back camera. The view is serene, and Jungkook’s lips instantly settle into a smile. Bam is up on the sofa with you, snuggled against your lap. The skyline twinkles through his window, the reflection of his mood lamp obscuring some of it - but he’s quietly pleased that you’re using it. It’s how he normally winds down, too. Main lights off, galaxy on his ceiling. Must make Bam feel a little more at ease. You go to scratch behind his ear, and he huffs a little, all content and cosy. “Thanks for asking. He’s never too much work. You trained him well.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums. “Could have trained you a little better, though.”

He laughs when you switch the camera back to your face, mouth open, brows knitted together. “Me?!”

“Yes, you,” he grins now but tries to hide it; to restore the stoicism to his face. It doesn’t work. “What did I tell you about the sofas?”

You purse your lips together as if you’re not smiling. He’s got you there, admittedly.

“Look, he’s just so cute!” Despite the fact you’ve turned the camera back onto Bam, Jungkook can tell you’re pouting. “How could I say no?!”

“Easily!” Jungkook laughs. “That’s how he became so well trained! I leave for one night and-”

“Shuuuush,” you laugh, and when the camera switches back to you, Jungkook can’t help but let his smile persist. You look tired, and so does he, but there’s something about the call that has made you forget all about the fact you were planning on going to bed soon. “My swamp now. My rules.”

“My swamp,” he protests, but the look on his face is so saccharine that you can’t take him seriously. He thinks the same could be said for you. “Anyways, it’s late. Go get your shower. If you need more towels, there are some in the cupboard by the boiler. Don’t forget to turn the vent on - it’s the switch next to the light.”

“Alright, will do,” you nod and then yawn. Bam pricks his head up. “Hey baby,” you speak to him. “Did I wake you?”

“Show me him.”

You switch the camera around to where you’re scratching at Bam’s ear. He leans his head into the scratch, thoroughly enjoying it, your long nails far scratchier than Jungkook’s. It’s not the same - Jungkook is far stronger, so is a little rougher which suits Bam just fine. Still, he likes your scratches better than no scratches at all.

Jungkook whines. “I miss him.”

“He misses you, too. Want me to call in the morning?”

Jungkook shakes his head. “We’re up early tomorrow, heading over to Haedong Yonggungsa in the morning. Probably be up before you. Send me pictures though.”

“Will do. Night, buddy.”

“Night gremlin,” he smiles, and then begins to coo. “Night Bammie. Daddy misses you.”

He wishes you wouldn’t look at him in the way that you do when he says that; lips turned upwards at the very corners, dimples pressing into your cheeks, eyes bright.

“Shut up,” he says, but you’re already laughing.

“Daddy.”

“I am his dad!”

“Daddy.”

“Oh my god, fuck off,” he laughs. “Have nightmares, gremlin.”

“Sweet dreams, Daddy.”

“Fuck off!”

You hang up before he can protest your taunts any more, though he does text you one final ‘fuck off,’ and a reminder that you can bolt his front door if it will make you feel safer.

His apartment is in a high-rise, and his neighbourhood is far nicer than yours. You do the bolt up regardless, and think that it’s sweet that he considered your comfort enough to remind you about it.

Bam sits by the sliding door of the bathroom, the tips of his paws just teetering over the line of the door frame. He rests his head on his legs, snout angled towards the hallway. It still makes you feel a little weird. You don’t really want a dog watching you shower, even if he is a dog and has no real understanding of what’s happening - so you turn your back to him and just reassure yourself that Jungkook showers with the door open wide.

It’s a funny thing, to think about your co-worker’s showering habits. Not one that you’ve ever thought to indulge in before - but Jungkook would go ballistic if he heard you refer to him as your ‘co-worker.’ You’re friends. Pretty good ones, at that.

You’re level players at your company; earn the same wage, hold the same rank. There’s not really any competition between the pair of you - you work in different departments - but are often paired together when the two sections merge for joint projects. You make for a good team.

Over the years, you and Jungkook have also learned that you’re a highly capable team when it comes to playing beer pong against your colleagues on Friday nights, and at the mixed-doubles tennis tournament that your company insists on you participating in every year. It’s either that or be on the Christmas Party Planning committee, and you know which you’d rather do.

Thinking about tinsel in August? No, thank you.

There is however one crucial flaw to your partnerships: how you live your lives. How you manage your money.

See, Jungkook is frugal. He makes big investments - his apartment, his cars, games consoles, Bam. Doesn’t spunk his cash away on the small shit. His apartment is in the heart of the city, only a few floors from the very top. He gets a birds-eye view of the world around him. You don’t even want to imagine how much his deposit cost.

Probably more than you have in your savings. You do spunk your cash away - on the small shit, no less. Clothes, cafes, that sort of stuff. Nothing that holds permanence. It frustrates Jungkook to no end. He thinks you could have a better life if you just used your money wisely - but you’re happy in your slightly cramped apartment, happy when the serotonin of a shopping spree boosts your mood, happy when you’re laughing with your friends over coffee and cake.

You wouldn’t be happy if you felt restricted. You think that Jungkook is.

He disagrees. He has enough in the bank to buy whatever he wants. He has financial freedom.

But there’s a difference. You’re both free in your own ways.

It’s for that reason you’d never work as a couple. Would infuriate one another far too much. Everyone who is close to you both knows this; how badly suited you would be. They’ll joke about all of the women in the office trying to get their mitts on Jungkook - even the married ones - but not you.

It’s funny because they’re right. Everybody wants him.

He collects stars from their eyes and accumulates them in his own. The girls blush and giggle about how he looks at them with galaxies, but they don’t realise what a thief he is. Don’t realise he’s stolen their shine, and incorporated it into his own. A spotlight follows him, and you enjoy watching the show unfold with an amused grin whenever a new secretary catches his gaze for the first time.

It’s not intentional. You don’t think Jungkook realises he does it. In fact, he hadn’t realised that it was such a pattern of behaviour until the midnight squalor of a dive bar had you talking about office conquests, and how the photocopier room had seen his bare ass more than it had seen toner changes.

“Shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon,” you’d grinned.

“Firstly, that’s a horrible phrase - and secondly, it takes two to tango. They’re just as much to blame as I am.”

But they’re not. He’s the only repeat offender.

“And anyways,” he had deflected, sinking down the final dregs of his beer. “Don’t act like you’re some kind of saint. Everyone’s fucked a colleague at least once.”

You’d just raised an eyebrow.

“You’re telling me you haven’t?”

“Like I said - shouldn’t shit where you eat, Jeon.”

Now, if he’d have said housemate, you would have folded. Downed your drink. Ordered a repeat round.

Something about a shared space - domestication - really gets you. It’s joint laundry loads, shared dinners, movie nights; grocery shopping, D.I.Y. furniture, arguments about who gets the bigger room. More often than not, it never matters, ‘cause you just end up staying in theirs.

You live alone now. After the third time, you knew better than to let yourself fall into the trap once more.

He learns about your affliction a few months later, and goes on tease you relentlessly.

In fact, he mentions it when he propositions you a few weeks before Chuseok. You had both spent the last couple of holiday periods overworked, slogging through the festivities. For the first time since either of you can remember, your workload has eased up.

You’ve already told him you’re planning on doing sweet, sweet fuck all. You’ve told your family you will be working, because you just want to finally breathe for a while; stay in with a tub of ice cream and your favourite films. Speak to no one. Do nothing.

“I’ve got a favour to ask you,” he had said as he approached your desk before the end of the day. It was a Friday, but you weren’t heading for after-work drinks with the usual suspects like you typically did. You had a date, instead. A third one with the same guy - Mingyu - which felt like a miracle. Even Jungkook was a little shocked that the poor guy wasn’t sick of you.

“Go on,” you had mused as you checked over your to-do list for the following week.

“You gotta promise me something first.”

“Promise you what?”

“That you won’t fall in love with me.”

You’d swatted him away the ruler on your desk, and told him to get his head out of his ass. “Been able to resist your charms this long, Jeon. Give me some credit.”

“It’s only ‘cause you know I’d reject you, you little gremlin.”

“I thought you wanted a favour? Funny way of going about it.”

“Sorry, sorry. You’re right,” he had conceded with an apologetic smile. “Forgive me.”

“What do you want?”

“How would you feel about potentially staying at mine over Chuseok to look after Bam? My parents want us to head down to Busan for the weekend and see relatives seeing as I’m finally free and know it’s a big ask but I-”

“Oh my God, yes?!” You had smiled so wide Jungkook thought you might fracture your jaw.

You love Bam.

In fact, he might just be your favourite thing about Jungkook.

Occasionally you walk him with Jungkook on the weekends, when you’re both hungover and need to get out of a slump. You’ve grown up with pets, but moving to the city in your early twenties to pursue your career meant apartment living.

You’re a rural girl deep down, and would never want to keep a pet in a high rise.

Jungkook manages it, but he goes home at lunchtime to walk Bam during the winter. In the summer, when it’s too hot, he goes home at lunch regardless, to lounge around with Bam under the air con.

Sometimes, you go with him. Bam is always pleased to see you.

Jungkook lied and said he asked around because he didn’t want to inconvenience you.

Truth is, he wouldn’t have trusted anyone else with his baby. He’d never spent a night away from Bam. Hated the idea. Despised it, in fact. He would have just taken Bam with him to Busan, but didn’t think it would be fair to force him on the journey from Seoul.

Over in Busan, when Jungkook hangs up, the conversation isn’t over. It continues in his head.

“Hey, wait…”

“Mhhm?”

“You just… look nice tonight, that’s all.”

He thinks you’d blush. Would tell him to lay off the soju. Accuse him of getting too drunk for a family get-together. He’d let you. Would take the beating of your false accusations, because it would be far easier than admitting he’s not had a single drop.

He thinks of the hug he’ll give Bam when he gets home; how wild his tail will waggle, how he’ll jump all over the place, and how you’ll be giggling. In his mind, you’ll be smiling just as wide as he is.

You’d stay for dinner. Jungkook would order from your favourite place to say thank you. Bam would snuggle up to Jungkook - on the sofa - and you’d be on the other side, stroking his back. He’d be happy. Bam, not Jungkook. But also Jungkook. Hopefully you, too.

When the time would approach for you to go home, you’d offer to help. Rinse out the containers. Hair up in a claw clip, t-shirt off your shoulder like it so often is.

Jungkook doesn’t notice, but his hands begin to trail down his body as he thinks of you. His phone is still on his chest, rising and falling with every beat of his heart. The tips of his fingers stroke against his skin.

He thinks of you laughing with him about something inconsequential. You’d flick water in his direction when he’d make some joke at your expense. It’d all be in good humour.

But then he’d flick some back at you, and water war would break out. Bam would run excitedly between the pair of you, Jungkook chasing you around the kitchen island with wet hands - and you’d do the exact same back. You’d flick water over the counter, tap still running and he’d call you a gremlin.

There’s a smile on his lips as he thinks of his. His hands roam further south. He’s ticking at his abdomen. It’s nice. Feels calm. He likes to engage his senses when he thinks of scenarios like these. Makes it feel more real.

But then he’s thinking of your shirt and the fact it’s white.

And then he’s imagining catching up with you, holding you captive as he angles the tap towards your face. You’ll be shrieking and scrambling to get away, Bam by your feet, Jungkook laughing.

He’d relent, but only enough for you to twist to face him.

Jungkook’s fingers are by his thighs. Stroking. Caressing. He’s avoiding his cock. Knows it’s firm. His index finger spreads to his balls. Teases.

And then he thinks of your body pressed against his torso, your ass to the counter.

You’d both be soaked.

He’d look at your lips. Look in your eyes. Feel your chest against his. He’d swallow hard.

It’s at this point he forgets about Bam in the scenario. It’s just you and him.

His palm rests over the length of his cock. Presses down. His hips roll.

He’d tell you that you’ve made a mess. You’d tell him to clean it up. His heart would be racing. So would yours.

And it’s funny, because his heart actually is. It’s beating so fucking hard in his childhood bedroom, that he thinks his parents must be able to hear it through the walls.

He’s in a far-too-firm single bed, but in his head, he’s with you in his kitchen.

He begins to grip his cock, long fingers wrapping around his shaft. He pulls up. Pushes back down. Says your name. Whines.

He doesn’t even really realise he’s doing it.

Just thinks about you.

Thinks about the way it would feel to sink his lips into yours; the first bite of a forbidden fruit. Thinks about that quick tongue of yours, and if it would be just as quick to find its way into his mouth. Thinks about your manicured nails that Bam loves so much, and how they’d scratch against his scalp instead. Thinks about the way his hips would rock against you, kind of like they are now; pulsing beneath his duvet.

His mind jumps. Skips the foreplay. Doesn’t mean to - but the thoughts are intrusive. Insidious. Insatiable. He can’t help it.

He pushes up into his hand. Pauses. Waits out the feeling. Retracts. Repeats.

In his head, it’s you that he’s pushing into.

The sensation is entirely different, granted, but - fuck - he hasn’t gotten himself off all week and hasn’t had sex in far longer, so it all feels the same to him.

He hasn’t worked out the mental logistics.

His imagination is jumping from the kitchen to his bedroom and then back to the kitchen again. Can’t decide where all of this is happening - and then suddenly, he finds himself railing you in the utility room.

You’re perched above the washer, held in place by him. He can smell the laundry detergent. He’s got spotlights in the room, but they’re turned off. Only lights from the hallway and the city skyline illuminate you.

It’s obscure. The shadows in his head conceal you a little. He’s gripping your waist beneath your shirt. The baby gate which keeps Bam out of the laundry room is closed.

You’re not talking, just fucking, fucking, fucking and -

“Fuck,” he whines, hand is jerking at his cock, heart rate stuttering.

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.

Shouldn’t let his mind jump again to a point where you’re fucking naked, and your sodden shirt is on a pile of yet-to-be-done laundry.

But then it jumps again, and one of his towels is on the floor. He’s laying down, back against it. The same position that he’s in now in his childhood bedroom - but he’s thinking about you. The silhouette of your body. The warm curves of your body. The way you bounce on his cock and then-

Oh god, it’s torture the way his cock throbs. Pre-cum leaks from his tip as his speed builds. It’s just a fantasy. Nothing more nothing less. But it’s you. And then he’s thinking about pulling you down for a kiss, and the scent of your perfume and the way you’d moan into his mouth and then his legs are shaking, torso tensing.

He’s taking it too far. Too fucking far. You. Fuck. He can’t. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps going. Fucks his hand like it’s your pussy.

He’s pulling himself closer, closer, closer, and then he thinks about your voice, and the way you called him Daddy, and he can’t help himself. The pressure that releases in his stomach is catastrophic. Jungkook mewls your name. Calls you baby. Unloads all over himself. White hot cum paints his belly. Seeps into his belly button. Makes a mess of his hand as he coaxes the last few ropes out. It’s been a while since his last nut, but the amount he produces is not fucking normal.

It rolls down the side of his toned torso, Jungkook swallowing harshly as he tries to regulate his breathing. He doesn’t think he can. Doesn’t know what to do with himself. Just kind of lays there. Curses. Knots his brows together. Is frustrated with himself.

You’ve been friends for years. He’s never done anything like this before. He chalks it up to nothing more than him just being a little too horny for his own good. Cleans himself off. Puts his phone on charge. Berates himself for being a piece of shit. Spends a good ten or so minutes staring at the ceiling with an empty head before he falls asleep.

And it’s funny, because when you wake up in the morning, panties damp, the dream you had about Jungkook railing you in his own damn bed, you find yourself looking across the space where he usually sleeps. You reach ouch. Stroke the emptiness. Curse. Spend the rest of the day unbearably horny. It frustrates you. Makes you snappy with Jungkook when he calls.

He asks if you’ve seen Mingyu. You tell him no. He says maybe you should - but makes sure to add, “He’s still not allowed in my apartment.”

“I’m not gonna bring anyone into your space, Jungkook.”

It’s something he knows, and something he trusts you not to do, but he’s still reinforcing boundaries. Making sure that there are still some left. He thinks that if he pushes you closer to someone else, it will sort his brain out. Alleviate him of the guilt that he’s feeling.

But you don’t see Mingyu.

When Jungkook calls again that evening to find you walking Bam alone, he’s pleased. Doesn’t want some guy you’re fucking anywhere near his most prized possession. Bam, that is. Not you. But now that he thinks of it, he finds he doesn’t want Mingyu anywhere near you, either.

“Good day?” You ask, voice a lot lighter than it had been earlier.

Jungkook nods, but he doesn’t really smile. “I miss Bammie.”

You pout. “He misses you too. He’s gonna be so excited when you get home.”

The camera switches to the back camera so he can watch Bam bound along the path. He’s on his lead, snout sniffing in all the flowerbeds. It’s dark out, but there are enough lights on the trail for him to be able to see clearly.

“How is he? Eating okay? Going to the bathroom okay?”

“Eating like a champ, and producing shits to confirm that,” you say flatly. It’s definitely your least favourite part of animal ownership - but the reward is so much greater than having to pick up shit off a sidewalk.

“That’s my boy,” Jungkook grins, before turning his focus to you. “You all good? Seemed a little stressed earlier.”

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t change when the front camera flips back to you, but he finds his heart racing again. When you turn your head to check the car that’s driving past, he notices your hair is up with a claw clip. Just like it was in his… thoughts about you the night before. He likes how attentive you are - how you checked the source of the noise. You’re protective. Follow your instincts. Thinks you’re the best person he could have asked to look after Bam.

“I’m all good,” you say, and you really are.

“I know it’s not exactly the relaxing Chuseok you were planning-”

“Jungkook, it’s fine,” you smile. “It’s been nice. I like Bammie far more than I like you.”

“Understandable.”

You both smile, and Jungkook begins to babble about his day, telling you stories about his parents, and his weird cousin who never knows when to not say inappropriate things, and the aunt who keeps trying to set him up with all of her friends’ daughters.

“Don’t shit where you eat,” you remind him. “Sounds too close to home. Your auntie would never be out of your business.”

“I know, I know,” he rolls his eyes. “And hey - it’s been, like, a year since I last did that! Cut me some slack, gremlin. Anyways, Mingyu works in our building. You’re basically shitting where you eat.”

“I’m actually… I think I’m gonna cool things off with him.”

“Oh?”

“It’s like not a big deal. I’m just not really feeling it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, you’re right. I’m not,” Jungkook admits, but is sombre as he does so. He remembers how happy you’d seemed after the first few dates. “But I am sorry that you haven’t found the right guy yet, gremlin.”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll find the love of my life at the dog park tonight.”

“You are not allowed to use my baby as a flirting tactic.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Too late - I’m already here and there is an absolute DILF. Byeeeee.”

“Wait, no-”

You hang up before he can finish, with a grin on your face to rival a Cheshire cat.

The park is empty. Not a single DILF in sight. You ignore his call when he rings back. Will let him sweat it for a bit.

Jungkook lies awake that night.

Doesn’t do much.

His family are still chatting in the sitting room, but he can’t draw himself away from the sanctuary of his own private space, where your voice is still echoing around the room. He’s starting to understand why you’d been craving your space so much for the holiday period.

He doesn’t wanna have to return to the room with a false smile, and a feeling in the pit of his stomach that could rival the ache of getting the ferry across Busan harbour during monsoon season.

Doesn’t want to form cognitive thoughts that distract him from his mindless reflections of you.

Jungkook’s mind works like a house, and right now he’s in the annexe.

He rarely ever goes in there.

Finds he gets too comfortable and neglects the rest of the house. He’s got a garden to tend to, a kitchen to clean, and beds to make - but why would he leave the annexe when it has everything he needs? He’s comfortable there.

It’s normally reserved for the hyper-fixations he’s trying not to fixate on. He locks them away. Hasn’t really visited since he got hooked on GTA5 when he should have been studying for the University Entrance Exam. It’s still there, and he knows better than to pop it in his games console - but there’s someone else on the couch, now. It’s not just him in his mind-annexe. Someone’s in his space. He daren’t let himself go further into the room.

In fact, he’s desperately trying to jump across to the main house. Get himself out of the thoughts that are gonna consume him. He needs to close that God damn door.

But he watches the figure like a car crash. He’s scared. Unable to look away.

Not for fear of it being a monster hidden in the depths of his mind.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Monsters don’t wear their hair up with butterfly-shaped claw clips, or let the clasp of their necklace trail down their spine like that. Monsters don’t twist their back out of habit just to make it click. Monsters don’t spend their days doodling in a journal like the figure on his couch is doing.

But you do.

An iteration of Bam rests up against Jungkook’s leg in his mind, nose wet, tail lightly wagging, so he puts his hand on his pup’s shoulder for comfort. To support him. To guide him away from the annexe and back into the damn main house.

“C’mon,” he says to Bam, expecting him to leave. Expecting him to follow his commands.

It’s his head, after all - but Bam doesn’t heed his commands. Instead, his claws click against the hardwood floor and towards the figure on Jungkook’s couch. A palm outstretches, and Bam leans into it. Hums in content as a set of dark nails scratch at his ear.

“Hey, baby Bammie,” the figure sings and Jungkook knows that voice. Knows it so well that it’s hardly a surprise it’s embedded into his brain so perfectly.

And he knows.

He knows if he lets the person turn around exactly who it’s gonna be. He knows that he can’t let it happen. He won’t.

Because he and you are friends; nothing more, nothing less. Incompatible at best. A match made in hell; so wrong it could never be right.

Jungkook sits up. Shakes his head. The world in his mind tears away into darkness. He stands and tells himself to get a grip before joining his family. He needs the distraction. Needs to have cognitive thoughts. Can’t let himself get trapped. Can’t let him kid himself into thinking that you’re anything more than his friend.

It’s just cause he’s missing Bam, he reasons. Emotions are getting all mixed up. It’s the affection he feels for his beloved best friend that is getting misplaced onto you - although, if he thinks about it (which he won’t (knows better by this point (knows his mind can’t be trusted to behave))), he’d realise that you are his best friend.

It’s unfair to compare you to Bam because you’re an entirely different species, but there’s no other human he likes better than you.

One more day, and he’ll be home. One more day, and he won’t have to call you when he’s all sleepy and confused over his feelings. One more day, and things will be back to normal. One more measly day.

And then he’ll be reunited with Bam, and he won’t have the stress of family or thinking about the week of work ahead to contend with.

One more day. He can do this.

He will do it. Will barrel home at the speed of lightning; will stop only for red lights and maybe the occasional gas station snack, potato spirals on a pointed wooden skewer and deep-fried chicken slathered in a sauce he can never quite figure out the recipe for.

He’ll think about picking you up some bungeoppang - the ones filled with choux, not red bean paste - because he knows that you adore it so. There have been occasions when you’ve begged him to drive you out of the city to the large gas station out West just so you could have bungeoppang from one specific stall.

The signage is faded, and the prices haven’t changed since 2009, but that’s how you know it’s the good shit. A family recipe batter passed down for generations. The woman who makes it is always the same, and though she never remembers you, you always remember her. Beam so brightly Jungkook thinks he’s going blind whenever you spot her.

It’s only because of that one time you’d showed up with the sole mission to retrieve some of the delicious delicacies, only to be confronted with a handwritten ‘closed today, back tomorrow’ note taped to the menu. You never know when the next family emergency or trip out of town might be for your beloved bungeoppang-making Ajumma.

It’s a little after midday when Jungkook’s car rolls into the gas station. He’ll be home soon.

He tells himself that he’s just doing as he always does. Will get his tornado potato. Wolf it down. Go back for some chicken, maybe some tteok.

He’s stayed out of the annexe today. Doesn’t even think about the doorway because he knows the magnetic pull is far too strong for his cobalt heart.

Had ignored your call this morning - sorry, just saying goodbye to everyone. will see you later. - and had pushed all thoughts of you to the side. He’s even tried to stop thinking about Bam because thoughts of him will inevitably lead to thoughts of you and Jungkook is getting dizzy, quite frankly. It’s like he’s chasing his tail, never knowing when to admit defeat.

At least Bam gets enjoyment out of it when he does it. All Jungkook gets is lingering feelings of remorse.

But as he hits the home straight, a small paper bag full of choux bungeoppang cooling down on his passenger seat, his head starts to clear. He’s fixed the lock on the gate that leads to the annexe. Won’t go down that path.

Jungkook arrives ahead of schedule. Parks his car, and doesn’t tell you he’s arrived. Leaves his bag in the boot of the car, but picks up the pastries from his passenger seat.

Opens the door of his apartment quietly. You don’t hear it. Are too busy dancing around the living room with Bam to some mid-noughties classic.

“Hey,” you laugh a little breathlessly as finally notice him. He’s leaning against the wall. Is wearing his glasses, to make up for the long drive. You think it’s a crying shame he doesn’t wear them at work, too.

“Was I interrupting something?”

“No, not all,” you say. There are deep creases below your eyes, testament to the size of your smile. “Me and baby Bammie-” you reach over and stroke at his sides, a little rough and tumble, but perfectly joyous “- were just burning off a little energy before you got home.”

Jungkook crouches, arms outstretched for Bam. The puppy knocks into Jungkook’s chest, legs all moving slightly out of coordination, excitable whines sounding in his throat. His tail wags so fast you think he’d be able to produce electricity if he really tried.

They match each other’s energy; delirious happiness, content only when in one another’s presence.

“Hey buddy,” he coos. “Daddy’s home. I missed you. Missed me too, hey? C’mere.”

His strong hands stroke Bam’s sides, and you watch how playful they both are with unadulterated awe. It seems absurd how similar the two of them are; man and his best friend.

“He was lost without you,” you confirm.

“It’s that right?” Jungkook pouts as he scratches behind Bam’s ears, cradling his face in his hands. “Did Bammie miss Daddy?”

Bam barks. Yes.

“Hey, I’m sorry, boy. I’m home now, though. Daddy’s home.”

Yes, you think. Yes, he is.

The night dissolves much like Jungkook thought it would. You stay for dinner. Watch crappy entertainment shows, and laugh at how absurd people can be. There’s warmth in his apartment, even though he hasn’t turned the heating on.

“You’ll never know how much I appreciate this,” Jungkook says softly as midnight approaches. Bam sighs. There’s rain on the windows, but the storm doesn’t bother him tonight. Not in the slightest. “Thank you.”

Your head shakes. Smile perseveres. “Happy to do it. You know how much I love Bam.”

Silence wraps around your words like a velvet bow, pulled taut. There’s no double knot, but there needn’t be. It isn’t unravelling any time soon.

“So,” you change topic. “How long do you reckon it will take the new secretary to fall in love with you? I’m thinking maybe four days.”

Jungkook wants to make a joke; tease you about how your mind jumped from how much you love his dog, to the idea of loving him. Not you loving him, granted, but it only took a few electrical signals between neurons for you to get there. Must associate him with love pretty closely.

“Four days? Far too quick.” Jungkook pauses. “You’ve been staying here for four days. Reckon that’s an appropriate amount of time to fall in love with someone?”

He’s being facetious. It’s all in jest and yet you feel your heart beat a little faster. Only for a moment. There’s a mild concern in your features, fearful that he can somehow sense the thoughts you’ve been having; the fantasies, the daydreams, the moments of weakness.

You look at him with eyes he doesn’t recognise. Your lashes are low. Sultry, even. Suggestive. Teasing.

And then, they roll.

“Jeon, you have those poor girls on their knees within a single ‘hello’. Don’t act like you don’t know it, you big old flirt.”

“If Bam wasn’t so peaceful, I’d kick you,” he mumbles, stroking at the dark fur behind his pup’s ear. Bam sighs, content to have him back. There’s a smile on Jungkook’s lips. Both are perfectly content. Both are happy to be with the people they like the most in the world.

“He’d just defend me,” you taunt. There’s a serenity to your jokes, and light-hearted banter that means nothing more, nothing less than just enjoyment of one another’s company. “I’m his favourite now.”

Jungkook laughs. Scratches a little firmer behind Bam’s ear. “You hear that, boy? Gremlin really thinks you’d choose her over me.”

You pull your torso back. Turn your body to face his. Let disbelief wash over your features, as if Jungkook saying shit like that’s a surprise. The movement alerts Bam, his head lifting, the chain links of his collar rattling. He looks over to you, then back to Jungkook.

“He LOVES me.”

“I thought dogs are supposed to take after their owners, though?” Jungkook teases. “And I can’t fuckin’ stand you.”

Your playful shock dissolves into narrowed eyes and a suppressed grin. Bam’s looking at you again, so you cup his dainty face and scratch the underside of his jaw. “You hear that, baby Bammie? How are you so lovely when your Daddy is such an asshole?”

Jungkook’s steady gaze lifts to you from Bam. You’re still cooing at the puppy, scratching beneath his snout, but Jungkook’s back in that damn annexe again. He isn’t smiling - but his eyes are unbelievably soft.

So, so velvety. Like satin, maybe; ribbons tied around ponytails. Brushed cotton, perhaps; his still-warm bedsheets fresh out of the tumble dryer.

Soft, like he imagines your hair would be; released from its claw clip, falling around his face. Soft, like he imagines your lips would be; pressed against his, in the privacy of his bedroom. Soft, like he imagines your laugh would be; soundtracking the living alarm clock that is Jeon Bam, as he bundles onto Jungkook’s bed at just gone six-thirty the following morning.

But then you look up at him, and his stare is hard. Still sparkling, yes - but diamonds, not stars. Concrete speckled. Pennies tossed in an empty well; the steel bolt of his door which keeps the outside world at bay.

Hard, like he imagines your teeth would be; tugging on his bottom lip in the shadows of his bedroom. Hard, like he imagines your nails would be; leaving a trail of ruby red sin down his back. Hard, like he imagines your laboured breaths would be; lips resting ajar against his, your very essence pouring into him as he pushes into you.

Hard. Soft. Confusing and conflicting, and just so unbelievably him.

“What?” you question, bemused by the way his demeanour changed. “‘Daddy’ really gets you, huh?”

“Does fuck all for me,” he says with a little temperance, but there’s a smirk on his lips. His tongue runs along the inside of his cheek.

A few have tried the moniker on him, but it never fit well. Would fall from their lips and crash to his bedroom floor. He’d just kiss them to shut them up.

But you… You have him reconsidering. Have him a little hot beneath his sweats.

It’s not really the idea of being your Daddy, but the concept of being one full-stop that has him adjusting his legs slightly. He’s a man of big investments, after all. No greater investment than starting a life with another person. He likes the idea of it.

Makes him think of you talking with a toddler - I’m not sure, baby, go ask Daddy -and the pitter-patter of feet across the hardwood floors of his apartment. Makes him think how gentle you are with Bam, and how wonderful he knows you’d be with a kid. Makes him think all kinds of shit he’s never let himself indulge in before.

When he goes to bed that evening, and his sheets are seeped in the scent of your perfume, he thinks of it all over again.

Thinks of you.

And realises he can’t think about you without his heart racing, any more.

The door of the annexe in his mind is broken, now. Off its hinges.

And apparently, so is he.

Shit.

#byholly #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook ff #jk ff #jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #bangtan fic #officeworker!jungkook #fuckboy!jungkook #f2l #hi bam!!!! #ian #jungkook fluff

[byuljoonie]

M.list for byuljoonie

⤷ Hi lovelies, I’ve finally made a long overdue masterlist for your convenience! It’ll be updated after every story post so that I won’t get behind on updating it. I put a few coming soon stories on here so you guys can know my drafts are never empty! Thank you for enjoying my writing, especially my earlier pieces that are not that good:3 Requests are open and AO3 link at the end. Ily♥︎ -dubu☆

⁀➴ Kim Namjoon

one-shots:

☾ Moonlight {5.1k} { fluff, smut // growing tension, boyfriend material, desperation }

⤷ namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym

☾ Please Give Me A Remedy ft. Myg {3.2k} { fluff, angst // on hiatus }

⤷ 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

☾ Let You Break My Heart Again ft. Jhs (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ A First Meeting {0.1k, fluff}

☾ Sesame Syrup {0.2k, fluff}

☾ Virgo’s Groove {coming soon, smut}

☾ Church Girl {coming soon, smut}

☾ Valentine {0.7k, fluff}

⁀➴ Kim Seokjin

one-shots:

☾ Cozy {6.7k} { fluff, smut // coworkers to lovers, slice of life, slow burn, OfficeWorker!AU, dom!seokjin }

⤷ you hate me, because you want me…

⁀➴Min Yoongi

one-shots:

☾ Never Goodbye {3.3k} { fluff, angst, smut // slice of life }

⤷ It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

☾ Please Give Me A Remedy ft.knj {3.2k} { fluff, angst // on hiatus }

⤷ 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

Drabbles:

☾ Freek-a-leek { hard smut // coming soon }

⤷Tell me what you want…

⁀➴Jung Hoseok

one-shots:

☾ 6 Inch {4.2k} { fluff, slight smut, yearning // friends to lovers? }

⤷ your best friend convinces you to attend a launch party, without mentioning the presence of a certain someone.

☾ Let You Break My Heart Again ft. Knj (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ Heart 2 Heart {1.3k, fluff}

⤷TA!Hoseok

☾ Habanera (coming soon, smut)

⤷ Si je t’aime, prend garde á toi

☾ A Helping Hand (0.3k, smut)

⤷ need a hand?

⁀➴Park Jimin

one-shots:

☾ Pussy Fairy {2.3k} { smut // unedited dom!jimin }

⤷ read the title…

☾ Cherry Airhead {2.3k} { smut, ftl // unedited dom!jimin }

⤷you want a piece?

⁀➴Kim Taehyung

one-shots:

☾ Ramo Buchón ft.jjk {9.5k} (under construction) { fluff, smut, angst // growing tension, husband material, insanity }

⤷ You make beautiful bouquets…Jungkook notices

☾ Blue night |02|

⤷ (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ Plastic off the sofa {1.7k, smut}

⤷ prologue (coming soon)

⁀➴Jeon Jungkook

one-shots:

☾ Ramo Buchón ft.kth {9.5k} (under construction) { fluff, smut, angst // growing tension, husband material, insanity }

⤷ You make beautiful bouquets…Jungkook notices

Drabbles:

☾ ☆ {2k, smut}

☾ ♡ {1k, smut}

☾ ♢ {1k, teasing}

☾ ♧ {0.6k, smut}

☾ ♤ {1.1k, smut}

☾ Art Deco {coming soon, smut}

Other than BTS

Ateez

one-shots:

Jyh

☾ Can’t get enough of you (coming soon)

Anime

one-shots:

Gojo Satoru

⤷ (coming eventually)

Actors

Drabbles:

Pedro Pascal

☾ Brooklyn Baby {0.4k, fluff}

AO3

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[kookiecrumb]

jjk|| The Cheetah Lounge (m)

gif credit: @b-t-s-edits

wc: 2.3K ♡ (she tiny)

genre: SMUT, pwp 18+ (M), fluff towards the end

tags: officeworker!jk x fem!reader

summary: Ever listen to the song "Time of Our Lives" by Ne-Yo and Pitbull? Yeah this is that. Jungkook gets fired from day job, throws all caution to the wind, and gets to know you, the girl he sees on the subway on his way to work every day, a little better ;).

warnings: Explicit language, kinks: rope bunny/belt restriction, vocal kink, nicknames uwu, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, tattooed jk, making out, bigdick!jk, slight dubcon, degration kink, choking kink, (knowing me probably) an impact kink, drinking

beta read by: @destructiveasparagus and @petiteyoon

a/n:

I'm actually so happy with how this turned out, it conveys the exact feeling I wanted to. I started writing this on an airplane while listening to my throwbacks and I just thought it would be hot to write kookie like this.

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It's 2012.

Gangnam Style is dominating the dance pop charts for the first time, and you're 22 years old. Rent is due, you have thirty bucks in your pocket and you want to get hammered. 

Jungkook's a second-generation Korean-American dude you sometimes notice on the way to work in the subway. He's a handsome broad, hair cut short and eyes cunning as ever. He gets off two stations before you, all dressed up in a suit and tie, dragging an Hermes briefcase. 

Why would a higher up be wasting his night away in a place like the Cheetah Lounge? Beats you, but now he's got a glass in his hand sitting at the club you regular. You're curious, though, so you stride his way and buy him a drink. 

He's got his tie loose, with three buttons undone on his office shirt. He's flexing his watch and tapping away at the bar menu. He tilts his head up towards you. 

"What are you doing here, stranger?" you flirt. Man, he looks like he's having a rough day. You could change that.

"Take your best guess." He scavenges a folded office paper out of his pocket and slams it on the sticky bar counter. "Fireddd..." He shakes his head, how could he be so stupid? 

You weren't one to push. The economy had crashed just 4 years back, and Obama had just been re-elected. An established man like him, you assumed, could easily pick up another office job in San Diego.

"So what? You can get another job. Why don't you dance?" You yell over the ground-shaking bass. He gives you a confused look, not quite catching what you said. "Another job soon?!" you raise your voice again . He shakes his head and takes a shot of whiskey.

This guy... You tug at his shirt sleeve and pull him onto the dance floor. He's rolling his eyes, a smile tugging the corner of his lips. He's stiff at first, swaying beside you, mostly to avoid brushing against the mob. However, He loosens up quickly after you hand him a beer, and you let his hands guide you against him. 

His ears are pierced. Wasn't that the hottest thing? They're shiny little studs that could very well be diamonds. They flash in the tacky disco ball that swings above the both of you.

 "Do you know the DJ?!" He mouths, not seeing any point in ruining his voice. You nod your head, and that's when he says, "I'm going to put in a request. Wait here!" 

Somehow, Jungkook makes his way through the thick crowd of drunk, sweaty, dizzy kids. You take a swig of his beer, watching him play charades with MC Sizzle. He looked almost laughable, getting out an actual pen and paper out of his work pants and writing down his request. The Dizzle gave him the good to go and he squished his way through the party people back to you. "What kind of name is fucking Sizzle?" He steals his beer back from your hand and chugs it. 

"Sloooow down there, partner. One of us has to be sober by the end of this." You place your hands on his chest. "The MC? It's ‘cause his tracks are always poppin', or that's what he goes around telling people." His palms dip down to your hips, and you roll into them. His eyes widen, pleasantly surprised.

"Aren't you the girl that lives on Palmetto? Callie's bestie?" You nod, nestling your back into his chest as he rides his hands up your sides. "She's actually my tattoo artist." You whip your head back.

"You have tattoos?!" You moan out in surprise. He's smirking on your neck, his hips moving a little bit rougher against your ass. 

"Yeah, you'll have to play a little game of i-spy as I fuck your brains out..." he growls sharply next to your ear.

"Yeah, I want that…" you sigh out in pleasure and take your hands down to his vline. "Fuck me, Kookie."

He grabs your sneaky hands and chuckles dangerously. "Let me take you home, baby girl… Don't waste my time." 

He swings you into his arms and tosses you into the back of a taxi cab, hopping in after you and getting on top of you over the leather seats. His lips connect with yours and his tongue is down your throat as he's gripping your thigh. Your short cocktail dress is riding up your legs, and your lipstick stains his lips as you tangle yourself in him. "Fucking get over here," you pull him by the tie and he complies, strategically placing his thigh beneath your clothed cunt. His heart's beating out of his chest as he pulls you out of the cab and carries you up the stairs to his place. There are lights flashing from the place downstairs, music blasting from the windows. "What's that?" you pant as you bounce in his arms. 

"Uhh...party," he smiles. Every second his mouth isn't on you is torture. 

He tosses you on the bed, breaks his button-down and whips his belt out, snapping it before pouncing on the bed, his eyes pinning you down as he demands your full attention. He fastens his belt around your wrists and you pant wildly at the sight of a replica of the Great Wave off Kanagawa painted across his abdominals up to his chest. "H-holy shit, that's real?" you stutter. 

He quickly nods and pulls you by your restrictions towards his stomach and you drag your tongue all the way up to his pectorals. He tosses his head back and runs his ring-studded fingers through his jet black hair. "Mmn...use that tongue on me, baby girl...just like that" A grin is creeping up his lips before he throws you back on the bed and peels your dress to your ankles. He snaps the elastic on your panties before pulling them down too. 

Before you could pull your legs shut, he dives in between them and presses them wide open on his bed. You let out a soft moan as you watch his hands knead into your thigh. His eyes slur up to give you a look of absolute sin and you feel the smirk hiding beneath the curve of your body. His eyebrows furrow as his tongue penetrates your outer labia and swirls on your clit painfully slowly. Your eyes widened with excitement, lips parted slightly. 

"Fuck, Kookie~!" You're bucking up to meet the way the man's flicking his tongue up to tease you. His hot tongue tugs at your folds, picking up every drop of your arousal as he dips below to rim your entrance. His long black hair is gripped between your fingers as your body anticipates his touch. He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly until his tongue is sliding into your cunt to find the source of the delicacy that's dripping from his chin. Your legs shake in pleasure as you lean your head back and thrust your hips up to meet his lips. 

"You always stared a little too long when you looked at me on the subway. This whole time, your little cunt was craving my tongue? You're so pliant..." His voice vibrates against your core, causing you to whimper. Taking one digit, he sinks it deep into you and presses his tongue back down to his knuckle. 

You perk up and stifle a moan, your back arching. He chuckles. "You really think anyone is gonna hear you over the music downstairs? I want to hear your slutty mouth cry for my dick." He leans back, flicking his hair out of his face. His jaw is so defined it could cut paper, and the thin layer of sweat draping his chest highlights just how toned his pecs are, yet your eyes wander down.

The poor button on his work khakis just barely contain the monster length which strains against the cloth. It's not nearly as defined as you fucking needed it to be, the obscurity of the clothing pissing you off. "Getyourpantsoff," you plead. "God, please, show me your cock..." 

He's so fucking hot when he smiles. You watch as he fumbles his fingers over his bulge, his hands stroking it as he watches you drool a little. "Hhh..." You sit up on your elbows and he kneels above your face. Your fingers race to the tiny black button on his pants, unlatching it and pulling the miniscule zipper down to reveal a black pair of Calvin's. 

You're salivating, as you draw back his boxers to reveal a sliver of his v-line. Your breath gets heavy as you trail your hands down the smooth honey-toned skin. There's a small tattoo on his pelvis, a cluster of stars. one final pull, his length pops from the strap and, with a dull slap, lands on his abdomen. You make no haste putting your lips on the length and groaning like a whore when you taste the slight saltiness of precum and sweat, *his* precum and sweat. His digits are furled in your hair, leading your mouth to his tip. 

You kiss his underside passionately, running your tongue along his slit and collecting his arousal in your mouth. You go down on his thick, satisfying girth. His shaft fills your throat out, his veins pronouncing themselves against the pad of your tongue. You hollow your cheeks and grip the base of his cock as you swallow him, bobbing your head as tears brim your waterline. 

He hisses, cursing under his breath as he watches your pretty lips swallow his cock. His thumb skims under your eye, causing a tear to fall. "You're just a little fuck doll, aren't you?" He pulls you off his cock and pushes you on to the bed again. 

"Did you bri--" You gesture towards your discarded bedazzled jeans on the floor. He fishes a condom from your back pocket and a grin spreads across his face. "You knew this would happen! You vixen!" He's amused. "It's my size, too!" You can't help but blush, caught in your scheme. "If you're that set on taking my cock, ride it." 

He undoes the belt around your wrists with ease, commanding your attention as he flips you over him. You're sitting on his god-like thighs, your juices spreading over his chiseled muscles. A teasing smirk pulls at the sides of his lips as he rips the foil package with his teeth, a glob of lube spilling onto his chest. You take the package from between his teeth and roll the thin layer of silicone on his length. The lube is warm from your body heat. Squirting a generous amount of lubricant on your hands, you smother your entrance with its warmth, your other hand smearing it all over him. 

Your hips are suddenly pulled forward and then his girthy hands are on your throat, restricting your oxygen. His thumb rests on your bottom lip as he rocks your pussy on his shaft. He hisses wildly as his fingernails dig into your ass. He's meeting your hips grinding and stuttering his pelvis in a rhythm, teasing his tip against your little cunt. "You're making a mess on me, babygirl," He plunges into you, your tight heat clenching around him in a manner that makes his brain momentarily fog up  

You moan simultaneously as he penetrates your throbbing walls, your heat welcoming his pulsating girth deep inside you. "Koo~" you breathe, running your hands down his back trailing red streaks from your fingernails. "Ohhh... ggukkie~" you squeak as your back arches up, causing you to tense. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth as he pumps his length to pound your cervix. Sweat drips off his body onto his silk sheets. Your knees weaken and you feel your body shake as his headboard thuds against the paper-thin walls. With jaded eyes, you pant. Your ungodly moans fuel his most primal lust to release his hot cum inside of you. 

"Babe," he growls as he rolls his hips, wildy searching your eyes for signs of pleasure. He's not satisfied until you're begging to cum all over his dick. Always such a perfectionist, he wants to elicit the most corrupt sounds from you. His body traps you in a cage of muscle as he buries his face into your neck. You feel fat tears roll down your face as your breath hitches. 

"Ngh... please! Please, fuck, fuck~!" you whine, swallowing hard. His snake-like eyes, filled with a heavy appetite for your trembling orgasm, hungrily meet yours.

"Beg. Beg for it. Scream out my name." 

"Jungkook~ let me cum please let me--" Your body jerks and you're seeing white as your heart flips, your pussy coating his cock with your thick arousal. "Mmnh!" Quickly, your cheeks blush red. 

Jungkook lets out a satisfied sigh as he leans back and loosens his pace, stuttering his hips as a smile paints his face. "Ahh~ ah, y/n..." He draws back and his thighs display themselves to you as he pulls off and ties his condom. 

The entire room stinks of passionate sex. 

After a while of just giving each other googly eyes, and panting like you've just finished a marathon, he says: "Hey do you want to shower first? I mean, that..." He's pulling his damp hair back. That scar on his cheek is so cute. "That was wow." he sighs.

"Mmm, yeah. I gotta check if Callie got home safe. Hold on..." You reach over for your Blackberry and squint at the screen to read a tiny notification that reads: 'HOME!' Satisfied with her response, you toss your phone to the side  and sigh. Meanwhile, he's walking off to start the shower. 

"Fuuuuck--" You groan as you hoist your aching body up. "Do you want my number?!" you yell out, despite how raw your throat feels, in the general direction of the bathroom. 

"Yeah! Write it down in my old workbook, on that nightstand," he responds, his voice slightly hoarse. 

You grab a blue pen and scribble down a cute message before closing his notebook. 

"Hm." Your legs are jelly as you make yourself to the bathroom and peak in. "Hey handsome," you tease. Jungkook's hands are busy making suds in his hair. He nods towards you. 

"Mn? Hey." He's a good listener. You can tell by the way his lips part and his eyes get big when you have his attention. "Coming in?" 

You perk up, "EH?!" How could he suggest something like that? Isn't he a little perverted? You pout as you consider his proposition. However, You end up with your hands wandering his body as he kisses you passionately against the tile of the shower box. 

You have a feeling it's time you retire from the Lounge. You have found your king of the jungle…

🦁

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[persephoneyss]

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆.

𝐼 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘.

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍/𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑇𝒉𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠♥︎.

❨ 💭 ❩  ─  𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒.

❨ 𝐌! ❩  ─  𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡.

❨ 𝐘! ❩  ─  𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡.

❨ 𝐆! ❩  ─  𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡.

❨ 𝐒! ❩  ─  𝑆𝑢𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡.

❨ 𝐈! ❩  ─  𝐼𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔.

.꒷🏹𓂅 love is pretty...

Coming soon...

Coming soon...

Doomeds. ── ❨ 𝐌! / 𝐘! / 𝐈! ❩ boyfriend!min yoongi x f!reader. Ft. rich!bts.

Summary: ❝We are doomeds, wandering in eternal suffering.❞

Bad Movie. ── ❨ 𝐌! / 𝐘! / ❩ millionaire!jung hoseok x f!reader. Ft. jungkook.

Summary: ❝Looking for the person you love, beautiful woman.❞

Monster. ── ❨ 𝐘! / 𝐈! ❩ stepfather!park jimin x f!reader.

Summary: ❝You can be reborn like spring, but your nightmares will follow your footsteps at night.❞

Coming soon...

Fool. ── ❨ 𝐌! / 𝐘! / 𝐈! ❩ officeworker!jeon jungkook x f!reader. Ft. Taehyung.

Summary: ❝The fool is one who rests dreaming of doing things beyond his reach, instead of making it come true, pathetic.❞

So Far. ── ❨ 𝐌! / 𝐘! / 𝐆! ❩ hybrid!jeon jungkook x f!reader.

Summary: ❝He should make sure you never had the sole thought of having a chance to escape him. Obviously you couldn't do it with your swollen belly with his son, right?❞

Coming soon...

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[sugaabooga]

Drunk Over Holiday

-Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

-Genre: Fluff, holiday!au, officeworker!au 

-Word Count: 2k

-Warnings: mentions of alcohol, brief fboy!hoseok

-Synopsis: Part of the KwritersWorld Holiday Prompts Event! Prompt: “Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait, not you, I don’t like you” -  A marketing team holiday outing ends quite differently than what you had expected.

-A/N: sorry the GIF doesn’t match any of the actual content lolol. but hope you guys enjoy! writer’s block got me good for three months:( and also! it’s finals week ahh! wish me luck:P

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You were drunk to say at the least.

The marketing team for your office decided to have a holiday outing right before everyone went off on their well-deserved break.

The whole atmosphere of the kbbq place was lively, your co-workers mingling with one another and drinking between laughs. The Christmas lights and decorations on the sides of the bar also lightened the whole mood.

“Whoa,” your closest co-worker, Minji gasps after taking a sip of the beer-soju concoction.

You turn to her, shooting her a wobbly smile amused at how she stared at her cup in awe.

Minji turns to you with a wide smile. “Y/N! This is so good!”

You match her grin and clink your glass to hers. “Of course it is! I maaade it!”

Your drunk self doesn’t notice the weary look Minji shoots you.

“Y/N,” Minji hisses, quickly noticing how drunk you became after only a mere hour since the holiday party started.

“WHAT!?” you shout, slamming down your glass and making the co-workers flinch.

Minji sighs, grabbing your glass and pushing it farther away. “It’s only been an hour. How’re you already drunk?”

“Nooo!” you whine, legs kicking here and there under the long table. “Leave me aloneee!”

Minji winces, quickly giving up and watching you down another drink as she takes a small sip of her own.

“Kyaaa!” you shake your head, enjoying the bitterness in your throat, as the bubbly man next to you laughs.

“Must be happy that it’s finally holiday,” Hoseok states with a wide smile.

You don’t spare him a glance, your mind too cloudy to comprehend what was going on.

“You uh. . . have any plans?”

Minji shoots Hoseok a look, aware of how often the bright, but horny man hits on you. Sure he was kind, attractive, and hard-working. But he was also notorious for hitting on women to get in their pants.

“Nope!” you say, popping the p. “Noo plans at all.”

You sigh, teetering as you pour a shaky glass of beer. “No family. No friends. No hookups. No significant others. Nothing!”

Hoseok gulps, taking a long sip of his glass for more confidence and turns to you.

“I can be one.”

You side-eye him, hand lifting to down another shot. “Pfft. What are you saying?”

“I can be one of your-”

“Wha. . .” your unfocused eyes almost become focused for a second as someone snatches your glass out of your hands, interrupting Hoseok’s bold statement.

You whip around to look up and see your least favorite co-worker on the marketing team that you found yourself butting heads with often.

Min Yoongi.

There was a full year of beef between the two of you. Since you and Yoongi were in the same division under the marketing team, it was a given that you worked together the most. More often than not, you would see Yoongi outshining you in every project you guys had to individually propose or debate about. You would scowl every single time Yoongi smugly smirked at you whenever Seokjin favored his proposal over yours or when Yoongi proudly grinned whenever you were left at a loss of words during an argument at a meeting.

Needless to say, you and Yoongi were known to be rivals in the marketing department. It didn’t help, however, that you were terribly attracted to him.

If only you knew that Yoongi was too. It seemed as though the whole department besides you and Yoongi were aware of the flirty tension that seemed to form in your heated arguments with each other.

Yoongi gulps down the beer as if it were water and makes it a point to slam it down in the little space between you and Hoseok.

You raise a curious brow as Hoseok shoots Yoongi an annoyed glare, Yoongi matching his heated stare.

“You’re pretty late, Min,” your main team leader, Seokjin states from across the table, pausing in the middle of flipping over the pork slices. Seokjin shoots Yoongi a knowing look as he makes it a point for Hoseok to scooch over by sticking his foot in between you and the other man.

“Traffic,” Yoongi grunts, plopping in the seat without sparing Seokjin a single glance.

“Why’re you here?” you point at the pale face that was already pouring himself a cup of beer. “HOW DARE YOU!”

Yoongi remains unbothered by your sudden yell while Minji and Hoseok turn to you with bewildered eyes and Seokjin loses hold of his tongs that clatter against the burning grill.

“Y/N,” Seokjin sighs, refraining from facepalming. “Here. Drink some water. You need to sober up.”

A deep frown gets etched onto your face as Yoongi grabs the glass Seokjin offers you and places it in front of you.

“Why’d ya take my beer?” you ask as you slam your head into Yoongi’s shoulder.

Only if you knew how humorous you looked right now.

“Like everyone’s saying,” Yoongi says with a plain expression, disinterested eyes meeting yours.

The lack of care in his eyes makes you flinch, even in your drunken state. “You’re too drunk. I was only doing you a favor.”

You snort, grabbing the first cup you see and cringing when you don’t taste the bitterness and instead taste water.

“What are you to do me a favor, huh?” you mutter. “I can take care of myself.”

As the words leave your mouth, you suddenly feel a weird sense of sleepiness overtaking your body. You slump over, your vision turning black and the last thing you see is Yoongi’s blank eyes glinting in amusement.

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“Y/N,” a whisper irks you.

The familiar smell of meat and alcohol hits your nostrils, quickly reminding you of where you are.

“Y/N,” the voice repeats. You crack open an eye to see Yoongi staring down at you with a small smile. “Time to go home.”

You lift yourself up, looking around to see that most of the employees under Seokjin’s management were gone. A few groups were still left, the only team leaders being Namjoon and Seona who seemed to be in deep conversation at the end of the table.

You feel Yoongi’s arm looping through yours as he helps you up from the table that was nearly empty around you.

“Where’s everyone?” you slur, still not completely sober.

Yoongi grabs his jacket, slipping it on before stepping over the bench. “Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung left for a second round with some of the others and Seokjin took Minji and Hoseok home since they were both knocked out.”

You nod, shakily swinging your legs over the bench and scanning around the restaurant for the exit.

“Don’t forget your coat,” Yoongi mutters, reaching around you to grab yours that was laid out across the bench like a blanket. “You’re going to get alcohol poisoning someday if you drink like that.”

You snort, a bit too drunk to care that Yoongi was currently wrapping your coat around your shoulders and retying your undone scarf in close proximity that allowed you to catch a whiff of the crisp minty smell he always had.

You lean forward as if his smell intoxicated you more than the alcohol.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi questions, his hands hesitantly tugging your shoulders away from him.

“You smell good,” you frown, hands reaching out to grab the sides of his jacket and pulling him closer to you.

Yoongi’s eyes shoot wide open as he hastily yanks your hands off of his jacket.

“Y/N!” he says firmly. “Geez. Why’re you so bold when you’re drunk?”

You merely giggle at Yoongi’s words as he wraps his arm around your waist to help you out the door of the store.

“Waz the time?” you ask, swinging your arm over Yoongi’s shoulder for more support.

“Around one in the morning,” Yoongi answers promptly, trying to ignore the fact that you were nearly kissing his cheek. “Would you stay still?”

You huff at his words. “I’m trying to walk properly, okay?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at your half-lidded ones that struggle to stay open as your legs twist under you.

“Oh!” you say, pointing to a store that had a large Christmas tree right at the window and firmly place your feet on the ground. “It’s a Christmas tree.”

Yoongi sighs, gently letting go of your waist to glance at the brightly lit tree whose lights danced in front of him. Yoongi’s gaze switches over to you looking at the tree with a small blissful smile on your face.

“So pretty,” you murmur, beginning to walk towards the store and now in earshot of the Christmas music playing on its speakers.

“Do you like music, Yoongi?” you ask without much thought, alcohol blurring your senses and making you unaware of how Yoongi visibly tenses.

“Yeah, I guess,” he murmurs, hand going up to rub the back of his neck and gaze focusing on the loose rocks underneath his feet.

“Merry Christmas to you,” you start singing in the tune of ‘Happy Birthday’ making Yoongi turn to you with a curious eye. “Merry Christmas to youuu!”

Yoongi snorts as your arms start raising up above your head, a clear sign that you were still horribly drunk.

“Merry Christmas to all and to all- wait. Not you. I don’t like you,” your nose scrunches as your statement interrupts the scratchy melody.

Yoongi grins at your expression, as you sigh in distaste.

“You don’t like me?” he asks, a playful glint in his eye as you look away from his cute smile and decide to stare down at your pumps.

“No,” you grunt, your hands shuffling in your pockets and head ducking into your scarf as you begin walking down the street again.

You relish in the warmth your scarf brings your face as it blocks the bottom half of your face from the harsh cold winter air.

“Why not?” Yoongi asks, his lips slightly jutting out unconsciously.

Your eyes flicker over to him at his change of tone, quickly noticing an unfamiliar expression.

You snort at the sight. “Min Yoongi. Are ya pouting right now?”

“What? No,” his pout turns into a frown. “You’re drunk.”

“Yup. And yur totally not pouting,” you laugh.

Yoongi grabs your wrist, preventing you from stumbling forward.

“Be careful,” he mutters, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

You twist your wrist out of his grip and step a full three feet away from him.

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO HOT!?” you scream, pointing an accusatory finger at Yoongi’s face. “YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO POUT AND THEN SUDDENLY DECIDE TO BE HOT!?”

Yoongi’s eyes are blown wide, his mouth slightly sputtering in shock.

“Wha-What. Y/N-”

“NO!” you raise a finger, stepping closer to him. “No no no no. Shut your cute, little, kissable mouth and LISTEN TO ME!”

Yoongi’s lips curve into a smirk and he nods. “I’m listening.”

“I. . . don’t like you,” you mutter, head turning this way and that. “No. I hate you. Your such a- such a freaking hot, hard-working, diligent, cute, pouty little kitten!”

“Ki-Kitten?” Yoongi raises a brow, making you stomp your feet and turn your back towards him.

“Don’t LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!” you cry. “STOP LOOKING ATTRACTIVE.”

You feel a weight on your shoulder and before you know it, your body is spinning around to face him.

“Y/N,” Yoongi sighs. “I... hope you’re too drunk to remember this.”

“What? Why-MMp.”

Your eyes widen in surprise as a soft sensation meets your lips. The cloudiness you felt before is gone, the alcohol no longer feeling as if it were in your system.

Instead, Yoongi’s minty smell drifts over and smothers you as his lips tentatively move against yours.

Your eyes finally close, hands gripping around his shirt collar and pulling him closer if possible.

If you and Yoongi weren’t so drunk in each other, you would’ve noticed Mariah Carey’s voice growing louder, the lights on the decorative trees around you glowing brighter, and the soft snow that starts to fall for the first time this year.

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[jincherie]

vulpine | yoongi [m]

↼pairing: yoongi x reader ↼genre: gumiho!yoongi, supernatural creatures!au, smut ↼words: 12.7k+ ↼rating: nsfw ↼warnings: smut: explicit sexual content, oral (recieving), fingering, lots of cum, she fucks the fox, also he consumes her life force a bit its no biggie, slight dirty talk ↼notes: happy belated yoongi day y’all!! ah, it feels good to write again

Life as a supernatural exterminator is never boring, but when you get called to a case at a large home in the woods you think its nothing more than just the usual haunting. It didn’t take you long after arriving, however, to realise that it wasn’t a ghost or poltergeist plaguing this house, but something different, something dangerous.... something alive.

↼posted; 11.03.2018

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A soft sigh left you as you pulled the handbrake up, twisting the key in the ignition to turn the engine off. Honestly, your small little compact car didn’t do a very good job of making a professional first impression. It was nothing like the strong, bulky black four-wheel drive that you usually drove when on the job, but your business partner was using it right now. Namjoon had terrible timing— he was mostly in charge of the logistics and office aspects of your business, while you went out on the field and took the jobs. He almost never had reason to use the car, but of course he happened to need it when you were going to meet and assess a job for a new, well-paying client.

On the topic of the client… you peered up through your windscreen at the large, looming house before you. It was honestly only a couple of feet short of being a mansion, a curious blend of modern and traditional styles evident in its architecture and surrounded by reasonably dense forestry on all sides. Although, if you were remembering correctly, you’d also passed a large lake on the way in as well. It had been a beautiful scenic drive, and you would have enjoyed it more if your mind wasn’t preoccupied with thoughts of this new job and what exactly you were going to encounter in the house at the end of the winding road.

As a supernatural exterminator, it was your job to help people out when they encountered problems of the more paranormal kind. You’d seen it all— ghosts, spirits, sprites, disgruntled fae. Hell, you were pretty sure that from what you’d heard over the phone, the people in this house were dealing with a poltergeist, or a haunting. Flickering lights and power surges, missing objects, levitating items— whatever was in this house was strong, but it didn’t seem particularly malevolent. You were going in today to do a more formal assessment and see if your suspicions were correct.

Staring up at the house for a moment longer, you caught sight of a curious face peaking out through the blinds, a face that immediately paled and lurched back a second later when they caught your gaze and realised you’d seen them peeping. Unable to contain your grin, you grasped your duffel bag and swung your door open, easing out of the small car and locking it behind you once the door was safely shut. It mightn’t be your first choice to take on a job, but this car had a special place in your heart and you didn’t ever want anything to happen to it.

Adjusting the strap of the bag on your shoulder, you turned and began towards the front door of the house, your footsteps light but boots crunching loudly on the golden leaves beneath nonetheless. It didn’t take you long to reach the porch, and it wasn’t even three seconds after you knocked that the large, white door was swinging inwards and you were greeted by three nervous, youthful faces.

“U-um, can we help you?” spoke a crimson-haired male, whose cheeks were slightly pink, ears burning. You guessed he was the one that you’d caught peeking out the window. You were surprised, however, at their question.

“Excuse me?” you queried, head tilting slightly. Perhaps you’d gotten the wrong address. “Did you not call for a supernatural exterminator?”

You watched as all three of their faces simultaneously lit in realisation.

“Uh, yes— yes we did. Sorry. We just spoke to a guy named Namjoon on the phone, and assumed he’d be the one coming out…” one of the other males spoke, silver hair falling over his forehead as his cheeks flushed slightly. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have—”

You laughed, “No, that’s fair. Although I don’t know how much help Namjoon would be. He’s really good at his job, but also a scaredy cat, and a klutz. I keep him on officework.”

They all nodded in understanding, mouths dropping open slightly. It was silent for a few moments as you peered into the house, trying to get a feeling of the place. Strangely enough, it felt… off. Different, very unlike all the other poltergeist or haunting cases you’d taken. There was something in the air you couldn’t put your finger on, and the hair at the back of your neck strained to raise, as though it wanted to but didn’t quite have sufficient reason yet.

You returned your gaze to the three males that were staring at you blankly. You blinked, a smile beginning to creep onto your face. “Are you going to let me in…? I mean, I can work from out here, but it might be a bit difficult.”

Immediately and once more in synch, they all flinched back into the present moment and jumped back, clearing the way for you and bumping into each other in the process as they fumbled apologies. You tried not to laugh as you stepped into their house, politely keeping your eyes averted as they whispered angrily at each other to ‘get off my toe, Jungkook! You’re too heavy!’.

“This is quite a large house you have, must be a lot of rooms,” you observed, partly for your own benefit and partly to make conversation. “Is it just you three living here?”

All three of them followed behind you as you moved further into the house, inspecting portraits and walls. It was surprisingly modern inside, although you didn’t really know what you’d expected since it hadn’t been particularly ancient on the outside.

“Uh, yeah— I mean, Hobi used to live here too but when all the freaky things started happening he booked it. He’s not very good with scary things,” the final of the three males spoke this time, seeming slightly nervous as he laughed lightly and brushed raven hair from his eyes.

At the mention of a name, you suddenly realised you’d completely forgotten to give yours and instantly cursed yourself for being so rude and unprofessional. You turned, facing the three of them, and they stopped in turn, startled.

“Right, I never introduced myself,” you said, before offering a smile and holding out your hand. “I’m y/n, and I’ll be taking care of your case. It’s nice to meet you.”

The one with silver hair immediately grasped your hand and opened his mouth to respond, but you stopped him quickly when you realised what he was probably about to do.

“Don’t say your full name,” you instructed, offering a soft smile to lessen how weird it sounded. “There is power in a name and it’s not good for certain entities to have that over you.”

The male paled, before gulping and recovering, a shaky smile that still shone brighter than you expected stretching his lips. “I see. I’m Jimin, this is Jungkook and this is Taehyung. It’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

You smiled, shaking the hands of the other two before you returned your gaze to the room you’d found yourselves in. A lounge room, complete with well-worn couches and a large flatscreen that seemed to be used largely for gaming, if the consoles and controllers were anything to go by. A large doorway to your right revealed a kitchen and dining area, and another to your left revealed the hallway and a large staircase that presumably led to the upper floors.

A breeze seemed to pass through the room, cool against your skin, but most notably causing the hairs at the back of your neck to raise. You turned your gaze to the three males.

“So, I know you told Namjoon what’s been going on, but would you mind repeating it for me?” you asked, placing your duffel bag down when it started to hurt your shoulder. “It will help me piece together what we’re dealing with here.”

“Of course!” the crimson-haired male, Taehyung, seemed to have gotten over his initial embarrassment at having been caught peeking out the window and was now eager to talk. “Well, first of all, our things have been going missing. I haven’t been able to find a matching pair of socks for weeks, Jungkook’s keys keep going missing and turning up on the opposite side of the house, where he hasn’t been for them to get there, and Jimin’s lube keeps disa—”

Jimin, face and ears burning bright pink, delivered a solid punch to Taehyungs arm that had him shutting up instantly and emitting a pained grunt. Jungkook snickered, continuing for his friends since Taehyung didn’t want to risk death and Jimin currently looked like he’d literally rather be anywhere else but here.

“We’ve noticed lights flickering, sometimes our alarms will go off at weird times that we haven’t set them to, and sometimes we walk into a room and there’s something floating in the air,” the raven-haired male supplied, hands wringing nervously as he held your gaze. “What do you think it is?”

You hummed, comparing the information you’d just received to what you’d heard from Namjoon. It matched, and you pinned them with a slightly concerned gaze. “Have any of you been hurt? Slapped, scratched or hit by something you can’t see?”

They seemed alarmed, but all shook their heads ‘no’, and you let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good,” you said, offering a reassuring smile. “It doesn’t seem to be as serious as it could be. I think this is either a haunting, or a poltergeist.”

Jungkook sputtered. “Poltergeist? What’s the difference?”

You turned, gazing about as you decided how to word what you wanted to say. You’d said you thought it could be those things, but honestly… something still felt off. It didn’t feel like it should if it were a poltergeist, or even a haunting. Your skin didn’t crawl, and you weren’t filled with the immediate urge to run, to get as far away as possible as quickly as possible. You didn’t feel like you were in danger, you felt…

A shudder rolled down your spine as your skin prickled and a chill brushed over the back of your neck. You felt like you were being watched.

The feeling was faint, almost barely there, and you decided to ignore it for a moment to answer the concerns of the three boys before you.

“Both share similar signs, but a haunting is more like a… recording, you could say, of an event on an environment. Nothing living is the cause. But with poltergeists, its usually caused by the psychic energy from the unconscious mind of a living person, who is usually under some sort of stress.”

Understanding dawned on their faces, and you moved over to trace a finger over the worn material of the couch, observing the faint scratch marks in the leather. “Do you guys have a cat?” you queried absentmindedly, turning to meet their eyes.

When they shook their heads you hummed and filed the information away for later. You then proceeded as you usually would, inspecting the house and even taking out some technology to rule out certain possibilities. By the end of it you weren’t too much closer to finding out what is was that was inhabiting this house with them, and the feeling of being watched never truly faded.

At last, after a good half hour or so, you made your way back to the front door, duffel bag over your shoulder, and began to bid them farewell.

“Thank you for having me,” you said politely, smiling when they muttered responses with grins of their own. You suspected your presence had eased them greatly. “I’ve done a couple of tests, and I’ve ruled out a couple of things, but I still need to go and put all the information together and figure out what to do next. I…”

Your voice halted suddenly as your eyes strayed from the three males to the right where the staircase lay. In the harsh shadows beneath the stairs, something glimmered with an indecipherable source of light, and you squinted to make it out before your heart suddenly stopped. A pair of slitted golden eyes pierced through the black and bore straight into your soul, igniting a sharp and sudden fear within you that you hadn’t had time to prepare yourself for. All at once the feeling of being watched intensified, a chill freezing your back as a shudder rolled down the length of your spine under the sudden, crushing weight of a stare you hadn’t noticed until just now. Your breath stuttered, and you just barely managed to recover as the eyes retreated, fading back into the deep shadows, and the weight lifted just enough for you to talk once more. You whipped your gaze back to your clients.

“I… I’ll be back soon, and we’ll see where to take it from there. Until then, I’m just a call away. You can reach me on this number,” your fingers trembled slightly from the adrenalin now coursing through your veins as you handed Jimin your personal business card. They didn’t seem to notice what had just happened, and if they did then they didn’t show it. Jimin offered you a grateful smile.

“Thank you so much, y/n,” he said, sincerity seeping into his tone and warming some of the blood frozen in your veins. “We look forward to seeing you again.”

You smiled, barely managing to keep it natural, and bid them farewell. The entire walk back to your car, your back burned with the weight of a gaze that was most certainly not meant to be there, and your heart didn’t stop racing until you were well on your way home.

It wasn’t a haunting, or a poltergeist that was inhabiting that house. Another unwitting shudder rolled down your spine. No, it was something alive, something supernatural that you hadn’t ever encountered before.

And the swirling feeling in your gut told you it wasn’t going to be something that was easy to get rid of.

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It wasn’t even a week later that you found yourself back at the house that Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung shared. You’d been planning on coming back a bit later; in the four days you’d had since you were last here you’d been loaded up with work from other cases and had barely had time to research into what was causing such a ruckus at their home. However, this morning you’d received a somewhat panicked call from Taehyung, wherein he almost begged you to come back because something else ‘freaky’ had happened and they were all alarmed. So here you were, stepping out of your car and walking up towards the front door once more. Funnily enough, Namjoon had needed the work car today as well. You were going to have to arrange a roster and tell him to do all his business on those days so he didn’t keep stealing it from you.

You didn’t even have a chance to knock, let alone steel yourself, before the door was swinging open and you were being ushered into the house once more by the wired-looking trio with wild hair and frantic looks. You were somewhat bewildered as they ushered you into the kitchen, stopping by the large window that allowed a generous amount of sunlight to filter through.

“Um, rough night?” you asked, shocked when Taehyung grasped your hands desperately and almost sobbed.

“y/n, we heard noises. All night. I-It was like footsteps, and then banging and- and shuffling, and then whenever one of us walked down the hallway upstairs there was growling— there was growling, y/n!” he blurted in a frantic, hushed whisper, the other two nodding along with each word that left his mouth.

Your eyebrows shot up. That was definitely a development, and one that didn’t sound too great. You cursed mentally, wishing you’d had more time to research what could possibly be going on here before you’d returned. The image from when you’d departed last time suddenly welled fresh in your mind, and a light dose of fear began to seep into your system. You took a deep breath.

“Well that doesn’t sound good,” you said, ignoring the dismayed looks on their faces in favour of turning and rifling through the kitchen drawer to your side. Fortunately, they had the item you were looking for, and you pulled out the piece of silverware you’d thought to grab. Jungkook gave the silver butterknife in your hand a dubious look but otherwise just seemed like he was trying to hold it together.

“Why are you whispering, by the way? Are the noises still happening?” you asked, placing your bag on the bench and digging around for your phone. You wanted to make sure it was easily available in case you needed to call Namjoon. “Also, where did they happen exactly?”

“No, they stopped around five-thirty, when the sun began to rise,” Jungkook answered, watching as you set your phone on the bench. “They happened upstairs, in the hallway between our bedrooms… why?”

“Do all of the things you reported to me happen at night, before the sun rises?” you asked, curious but also trying to piece together more of the puzzle before you. They all took a moment to think before nodding, realisation lighting in their eyes as they made the connection you just did. Whatever was in this house was predominantly active at night.

“Okay,” you said, straightening and pulling a smile on your face that you hoped reassured them. “Take me to the hallway between your bedrooms.”

They all looked understandably horrified by the idea, and you guessed they’d all probably been camping down here in fear ever since they heard the noises. It took them a moment to realise you were serious, at which point they grumbled slightly before begrudgingly turning to lead you up the stairs. A chill of fear slid down your spine like ice as you passed the staircase where you’d seen the eyes, but to your surprise there was nothing lurking in the shadows this time around— the shadows didn’t even seem deep enough to hide anything. There was still the faint feeling of being watched as you climbed the staircase, but nowhere near as intense as last time. It simply felt as though the walls had eyes, rather than an intense stare from one known source.

You followed the boys up the stairs and down a couple of hallways before they rounded a corner and abruptly halted. You peered around them to see what the hold up was, and hummed in understanding when you saw nothing but an empty hallway. Ah, they were just too afraid to go back in. That was understandable— in all honesty you’d rather not. But, bravery was a requirement in your line of work, and part of the reason you’d made it this far, so you gripped your butterknife tighter for a moment before stepping around them and moving into the hallway.

The floorboards, an indecipherable age, creaked slightly with the weight of your careful steps. You peered around, trying to see if there was, first of all, a logical source of the sounds. The walls were plain, and besides the doorways into their bedrooms, there was nothing else that really gave the opportunity for creaking and groaning, let alone growling. Perplexed, you walked down to the end of the hall and back, turning around in a full circle once you reached the middle. You looked to the three males huddled in the corner and fought the inappropriate urge to laugh at their distressed expressions. This was where they’d said they heard the growling, and the other noises, but you were struggling to see how…

In your sweep of the hallway, your eyes caught on something that glimmered peculiarly on the floor against the wall to your right. Blinking, you bent to inspect it further, surprise filling you as you took it between your fingers and realised what it was. Straightening, you held the pearl before your eyes and turned to the other three people in the hall.

“Does this belong to any of you?” you asked, expression neutral despite how quickly your mind was whirling. All three of them shook their heads, Jungkook’s lips pursing.

“Is that a pearl?” he queried, daring to step one foot closer and have a better look. You returned your own gaze to the object in question. You believed it was a pearl, although much bigger and much more perfectly formed than you had ever seen one before. It seemed to almost swirl before your eyes, a glimmering opalescent colour that seemed out of place against your thinly gloved hand.

“I think so,” you said, grasping the pearl loosely and turning around to see if there was anywhere it could have come from that you didn’t see before. Once more, there was nothing out of place, and you almost gave up before you got the sudden urge to look up. Realisation washed over you instantly.

Lo and behold, there was a door to the attic on the ceiling.

You let out a soft ‘huh’, before turning back to the boys and offering a reassuring smile. You were beginning to piece together a suspicion as to what exactly was plaguing them, although it wasn’t a haunting, or a poltergeist, it wasn’t exactly better. You walked over, beginning to travel back the way you’d come. They trailed after you like lost ducklings, muttering amongst themselves, and halted when you did at the bottom of the stairs, near the front door.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything particularly out of the ordinary up there,” you began, watching as their expressions fell in confusion. “But I don’t doubt what you’re telling me. I’m still not sure what’s going on here,  but… I have a much better idea than I did before.”

They nodded along to what you were saying, and you took a breath before continuing, a small smile on your lips. You didn’t know whether you were going to get a helpful answer with this question. “By any chance… have you ever had any fox problems? In the forest, or around the house…?”

To your surprise, all three of their faces lit in recognition.

“Actually, yes,” Jimin started, eyes wide in surprise at the fact you’d asked something like that. “There’s always been a lot of foxes in the area, but there was this one fox…”

Taehyung picked up where his friend left off, “We used to eat outside a lot more, but there was this one fox that always used to hang around and steal our food the second we weren’t looking. It always stole our meat. It always looked like it was laughing at us, too.”

There was a pout evident on his face by the time he stopped speaking, and you had to fight another grin as you spoke, “Sounds like this fox caused you a lot of grief, huh.”

They all nodded solemnly, completely serious, and you hummed, putting the information together. You thought you finally had an idea of what it was that was plaguing them, but you wanted to go home and research it further before you did anything further.

“Okay, well. I think I know what’s causing your problems,” you said as you started towards the door, opening it and preparing to leave. You subconsciously rolled the pearl in your grasp, marvelling at the strange energy that seemed to emit from it. “I’m going to go back and do some research so I’m better equipped, and when I come back I’ll have a plan on how to get your house back to the way it was.”

All three males looked at you like you’d personally saved them one by one from the fiery clutches of the devil himself.

“Thank you so much, y/n!” it was Jimin that was gushing his thanks to you once more, the others nodding along fervently.

“You’re welcome,” you said, offering one last smile before you departed with a wave, allowing the door to swing shut behind you. Your pulse calmed the second you were back in your car, the absence of the fear you’d felt last time helping greatly to soothe you. Right, now you were off home— you had some research to do before you visited this house once again.

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“’Gumiho’? That’s not something I thought I’d ever see you searching. What brought this up?”

You started at the sudden presence behind you, the voice in your ear breaking you from your deep spell of concentration. Your ass nearly left your seat and met the floor with how badly you jumped. “Holy fuck Namjoon, don’t do that to me.”

The tall male snickered, coming around to the side of the desk where you could see him. His head tilted as he regarded the way you placed a hand over your chest to calm your racing heart. “Wow, you’re really wound up. Is this for a case?”

You let out a sigh, pulse sufficiently slowed for now, and nodded as your hand went back to the mouse and you clicked another link open. You had far too many tabs at this point, but there was a certain comfort in the chaos. Information on what you were looking for was so sparse that having so many tabs open made you feel like you were actually getting somewhere.

“Yeah,” you said, fighting a yawn that tried to climb its way up your throat. “I think this might be what’s bothering those three kids in the big mansion.”

Understanding dawned in Namjoon’s eyes. He blinked from behind his squared glasses. “You think a gumiho is bothering them?”

You nodded, abandoning the computer for a moment and leaning back in your squishy office chair to face him properly. Your fingers fiddled mindlessly with the thin, silken material of your pyjama shorts, your eyes drawn to the mug of what smelled like hot chocolate in Namjoon’s grasp. God, you wanted some of that action. You hadn’t had a hot chocolate in so long—

“Yeah,” you said, moving your gaze back to his face instead of fantasising about cocoa flavoured drinks. “I found this when I went over today— I think its one of the pearls gumiho’s are known to possess. They reported things that sounded like a haunting or a poltergeist, but they called me today and said that last night they heard sounds too, which I’d usually just add to the haunting signs but they said they heard growling.”

Namjoon nodded along and you continued, “They said they heard it every time they walked through the hallway between their bedrooms. So I went up and had a look, and I found this on the floor, and above it, on the ceiling, a door to the attic.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows rose as he pieced together what you were saying. “You think there’s a gumiho living in their attic and causing them trouble?”

You nodded with a slight shrug. “It’s all I’ve got so far, nothing else seems to fit quite as well. I mean, I’m actually a bit confused since from what I’m reading, the gumiho is very different from similar creatures in Japan and China. While they’re regarded to have a more ambiguous moral compass and often take the role of trickster, all I’m seeing on the gumiho is that it tends to be more malevolent, and usually takes a human form to lure other humans and eat their hearts.”

Namjoon made a face, looking down at his hot chocolate in slight distaste. “That is… problematic.”

You hummed in agreement. “That’s why I’m slightly confused. I haven’t been getting a malevolent feeling from that place, and so far none of them have been hurt, just scared. It seems like its playing with them, but that doesn’t fit the lore for gumihos. But at the same time, I haven’t heard of the other two fox creatures possessing pearls. So I’m not sure what to think.”

The tall male offered a shrug, placing his mug on the desk and gesturing towards it wordlessly to indicate you could have it— apparently he’d lost his appetite. You beamed, lurching forward to take the cup as he spoke. “Perhaps this gumiho has different preferences. You can’t expect them all to have the same personality, right?” he paused, tilting his head. “Have we ever dealt with a gumiho before?”

The trickle of nerves and apprehension that you’d been denying for most of the evening suddenly welled up, capturing your attention once more. You took a sip of your new hot chocolate to distract yourself from the feeling. “No, I don’t think we have. We’ve dealt with a couple of other creatures that weren’t the usual ghost or pixie infestation, but never one like this… never one that was intelligent and not bound by laws or rules.”

Namjoon hummed, resting his pyjama-clad hip against the desk. “I see. Don’t worry too much, whatever happens, I know you’ll be able to handle it. I wouldn’t start a business with someone that was incapable.”

You smiled, heart warming at his words. “And here I was thinking you started a business with me because I was your best friend. Would you have left me for someone better, Joonie? I’m hurt.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes at your playful jabs, and straightened up from the desk. “If only it were that easy to get rid of you,” he chortled, smiling when it elicited a laugh from you. His expression grew softer after a moment. “You should sleep soon, though. It’s nearly twelve, and you’re not going to be much good to someone if you’re tired and can’t think straight on the job.”

You nodded, since he had a point after all. You’d been rereading the same sentence over and over like a sleepy fool before he’d come and scared the living daylights out of you. You’d do a bit more reading, then you’d go to bed and finally rest your eyes.

“Yes sir,” you smarted, saluting and relishing in the exasperated eyeroll Namjoon gave you.

“Go to bed, brat,” he chuckled, turning to make his way up the stairs to his floor. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you bid him farewell, already turning back to your laptop for your final bit of reading.

You spent a bit longer than you intended, going through quite a few of the tabs you’d pulled up, and by the time you were closing the lid and preparing for bed you thought you might have fried the last remaining brain cells you had. Although despite the painfully restricted amount of information and lore on gumihos, you had learnt a fair amount, so it wasn’t in vain.

They were similar enough to their Chinese and Japanese counterparts, but what set them apart was their perceived moral compass, their usual intentions, and their pearls. Gumiho, from what you had gathered, fed off the energy of others, and when doing this they used their pearls— which were apparently very precious to them and also tied to their life force, as some lore stated. Other sources stated that they also fed on the hearts of humans, but you didn’t know how accurate either was. Longevity was how they came to be, and could shapeshift into a number of forms. All that you’d read informed you that unlike the kitsune, when the gumiho shapeshifted into a human it was not to play or trick the humans, but to lure them closer so they may eat their hearts. It was a disturbing snippet of information, you would admit, and it was particularly unsettling in your current tired state.

Now that you knew more about what you believed was likely in that house, you could sleep a bit easier, and tomorrow you would make a plan on how to best deal with it. No matter whether the gumiho intended to harm them or not, the way it was acting now meant that it couldn’t stay— it had to leave, and you had to figure out a way to make it.

You grumbled softly to yourself as you climbed into bed, something niggling at the back of your mind but your brain too tired to process what it was. You’d probably remember when you woke up. Letting out a soft, contented sigh as you sank into the plush mattress and your soft blankets embraced you, your eyes fell upon the large pearl you’d placed upon your bedside table before they finally closed and you slipped off easily into sleep.

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It was dark. Nothingness caressed your skin, your hairs raising and the flesh of your arms giving way to goosebumps as you strained to pick up something, anything, with your senses. You should have been panicking at the lack of stimulation, but instead the only feeling that greeted you was a small ball of apprehension and anticipation mixed into one in the pit of your stomach, like you were waiting for something despite not even knowing what.

A sensation brushed the skin of your hip, sharp as it scratched over your shivering flesh, before it tilted and suddenly changed. Fingertips and hands pressed against your body now, and your mind struggled to keep up with the new feelings.. You couldn’t see, but an image flashed behind your eyelids, one you couldn’t forget if you tried.

The golden eyes you’d seen in the shadows of the staircase so many days ago burned themselves into the forefront of your mind, slitted pupils drilling into your soul once more and stripping you bare before their gaze. A peculiar mix of fear and exhilaration swirled within you, your heartrate accelerating greatly.

The air shifted, nothingness still present before your eyes, and the hands on your body stilled, nails digging into your sensitive skin and holding you very firmly in place. A voice, low and deep and rumbling against your ear, greeted your senses from the inky depths.

“Where is my pearl, little human?”

You jerked awake with a loud gasp, lurching into a seated position and flitting your gaze about as your vision returned and the remnants of the dream released you from their clutches. Chest heaving with your rapid breaths, your eyes fell upon the pearl on your bedside table and you suddenly realised what your mind had been trying to tell you before you fell asleep.

You pushed yourself from your bed, snatching the pearl and your phone as you went and booking it to the door. You slipped on a pair of shoes and grasped your keys, and then you were sprinting to your car. You barely registered the time, 2:43AM, as you threw your belongings on the passenger seat and turned the car on. You were only a few minutes down the road when you got the call.

“y/n!” it was Jungkook’s panicked voice that rang through your car’s stereo, your phone connected via Bluetooth. Distress was evident in his tone, and there were other sounds echoing in the background that set off alarm bells in your mind. “y/n, please come quick! Everything is happening at once— the noises, th-the levitating objects— y/n I think whatever is in the house is angry!”

Your teeth found your lip as your foot pressed further on the pedal, the car beginning to travel down the highway at speeds that were most definitely illegal.

“I know, I’m on my way,” you said, hurrying to instruct him on what to do from now. “I’ll be there soon, but in the meantime you and the other two need to get out of the house. Get in your car, and get out of there for a while. I’ll deal with everything, okay?”

Jungkook seemed to hesitate before he spoke, “…Okay. We’ll leave now. Thank you, y/n. Please be safe.”

You had to smile at the sincerity in his tone, heart warming despite your distress. “Of course I will. Make sure you get out of there, okay?”

Jungkook muttered an affirmative before he left the phone, and you just heard him calling for the other two before the call hung up completely. You chewed your lip, guilt eating at your insides. You were at least seventy-five percent sure that the reason things at the house had gotten so bad— that the gumiho had become angry— was because you’d taken the pearl. Granted, you hadn’t known what it would do at the time, but as soon as you read information on gumiho and their pearls you should have taken it straight back. You’d been so tired… but that wasn’t an excuse when other people’s lives were possibly on the line.

By the time you reach the house in question, the car that usually sat to the left of the driveway was long gone, and only some of the windows across the side of the house were illuminated. A fresh spike of fear grasped your heart as you realised you were about to go in there, half-cocked and alone, and there was a very high possibility that you would not come out again. Why had nothing about this case gone to plan? You were constantly coming back here, caught off guard and unsure of yourself or what step to take next. This wasn’t good for your health.

Gulping, you grasped the pearl and exited your car, remembering suddenly that besides your boots you were clad only in your silken singlet and sleep shorts. Cursing your lack of forethought about, well, everything¸ you slammed the door shut and started towards the house. You decided that the less you thought about it, the easier it would be.

Contrary to what you thought, the house was eerily silent as you stepped over the threshold and into the foyer, floorboards creaking slightly under your weight. You held your breath, waiting for something to come flying off the wall or levitate in the air. When nothing happened, you let the air go and stepped further inside, allowing the door to click gently shut behind you. There were some things scattered off the floor that had clearly fallen victim to the gumiho’s earlier tantrum, but aside from that the house was just as it had been the other times you had visited.

You shook your head, realising that you were just stalling the inevitable, and took another deep breath to steel yourself before you moved towards the stairs and began your ascent. The usual feeling you got in this house washed over your skin, but this time it was joined by something else— you could feel the presence of another being in this house, and you wondered how you could have possibly missed it each other time you came.

Your hand found the railing as you ascended, approaching the hallway where you knew the creature to be faster than you’d like. The pearl was gripped loosely in your other hand, and with each step you took it seemed to throb and pulse with more and more energy, alive against the skin of your palm. It wasn’t long before you reached the second floor, and you paused for a second, gulping, before you swallowed your fear and pushed on.

The hall was dark, the boys having abandoned their bedrooms before they thought to turn the lights on, and there was much more cluttered over the floor here. Evidence of the gumiho’s wrath. Your nerves were set alight— the creature did not seem pleased at all that its precious pearl had gone missing.

Your eyes strained to see in the dark, catching sight of the door to the attic hanging open and a staircase extended down. Either it had been left open in the creature’s haste and it was still up there, or it was somewhere else in the house— the skin on the back of your neck immediately prickled at the thought that it could even be standing behind you, were that the case. You resisted the urge to turn around like an amateur and instead started towards the staircase. You had a pearl to return, and in the event that you didn’t get eaten, you also had a gumiho to convince and evict.

The closer you grew to the doorway in the ceiling, the more you were able to see. There seemed to be a small light lit up there, and it was casting the slightest glow over the doorway. Heart racing in your chest, you steeled yourself and gripped the flimsy metal of the staircase railing, beginning to climb up. You had no idea what you were going to encounter once you reached the top, and you were too terrified to entertain the thought sooner than you really had to. One step, another. A bead of sweat began to form on your temple.

You reached the top, climbing somewhat gracefully to your feet, and halted the very second your gaze swept over the room. It was in even greater disarray than the floors below, dusty belongings scattered across the worn floorboards and deep scratch marks embedded in the old wooden beams supporting the roof. It was a small oil lamp that lit the large room dimly, but there was still an abundance of deep, dark shadows, and it was as your gaze swept over to a dim corner that your heart stopped in your chest for the second time in a week.

Those golden eyes, no longer wide in neutral curiosity but narrowed in displeasure, bore into you from the shadows in the corner to your right. You went rigid, heart beat increasing dramatically as you struggled to continue breathing normally despite the fear lighting your veins on fire. There were blankets, soft and fluffy, pushed into one big pile on the floor, working as a nest, a bed of sorts.

A low growl split the air, and the eyes rose from their low position, higher and higher until they were just above eye-level and fear clutched your heart tighter than before.

“Curious,” a low voice rumbled, the eyes blinking languidly as the deep tone reached your ears. You could sense the anger hiding deep in the curves of the word, could taste the contrasting interest coating the edges. “The human from before. I did wonder when you would be back. What brings you here, girl?”

You gulped, trying your best not to let your fear show despite the fact you were certain he could hear your thundering heartbeat.

“I’ve come to return something,” you managed to say clearly, adjusting your grasp on the pearl before you brought your hand up and held your palm out, displaying it for him to see. “I believe this belongs to you?”

The reaction was instantaneous, the eyes narrowing and pupils tuning to thin, furious slits as a sharp hiss pierced the air and melted into a dangerous growl that had the hairs on the back of your neck shooting to attention. You watched as the eyes moved, like he was shifting in the shadows, and the thought made you nervous. “My pearl,” he snarled. “Why do you have it.”

It was a demand, and you found yourself answering before you could control your tongue. “I didn’t mean to take it,” you said evenly. “I found it downstairs when I was investigating. I didn’t know it was yours, that it was important to you. I came here to give it back.”

The creature shifted, mulling your words over for a moment, and it took every ounce of your self control to stay still and resist the urge to run back the way you came. You didn’t even realise you were holding your breath until the eyes moved once more and a figure was stepping from the shadows, and the air whooshed from your lungs in a soft gasp.

He was beautiful, probably the most entrancing being you had ever seen, and he carried himself like he knew it. Platinum strands fell over his forehead, skin a light honey tone and gleaming youthfully despite the slight darkness beneath his glowing, cat-like eyes. His shoulders were broad beneath the beautifully embroidered, silky cloth that hung from his lean frame and tied around his waist, and your eyes were drawn from the smooth expanse of his chest to the nine white, fluffy tails swirling behind him, and the two large, fox-like ears atop his head. Gold and silver pierced the appendages, an ornate choker winding around his neck and rings fixed around his long fingers. Looking at him, you almost forgot how to breathe.

His tongue darted to wet soft, pink lips as he strode slowly towards you, slinking over the floor so fluidly it was almost like he was gliding. The closer he got, the harder it was to keep your heartrate from accelerating more than it already had, to stop your knees from wobbling.

He halted before you, eyeing you shrewdly, as though inspecting whether or not you were up to anything funny, before his hand whipped up and he snatched the pearl from your palm. His claws just barely brushed your skin and a shudder was rolling down your spine, the gumiho too busy inspecting his beloved pearl and cupping it in his hands to notice your reaction.

Once he deemed it the real deal, a huff of air escaping him in satisfaction, that intense gaze was on you once more and you immediately felt like you were being stripped bare before his eyes. His lips curled, eyes sweeping over the length of your frame as he stepped back once, before beginning to move and circle around you. A wave of embarrassment flooded you as you suddenly remembered once more that you were in nothing but your short, silken pyjamas and your boots.

“Why have you been coming here, girl?” he asked suddenly, catching you off guard. You tried to calm your heartbeat as you answered.

“They thought they were being haunted, so they called me to come take care of it,” you supplied honestly, meeting his gaze despite the instincts screaming within you that you shouldn’t. “Why are you here, playing with three boys and living in their attic?”

He smiled, a grin that was, in all honesty, nothing but fox-like. His gums peeked forth. “You’re very brave, for a human. Don’t you know foxes like me eat little girls like you?”

You couldn’t help the shudder that travelled down your spine, your heartrate spiking. “I have heard such things, yes.”

He smiled, teeth sharp.

“Do you know what these pearls are used for, little human?” the gumiho queried, tone rumbling lowly against your ear. You fought another shiver, your eyes following him as he circled you.

“I have an idea,” you managed to say, the words almost getting caught in your throat as fear and trepidation curled in your stomach. The fox chuckled.

“I use them when I feed. You know how creatures like me feed, don’t you?” he hummed, eyes never once leaving your form.

Your mouth shut, words unable to climb your throat despite how much your mind was willing them to. Images flooded your mind, fuelled by the information you’d read only hours ago. The creature grinned, leaning slightly closer.

“I think you do,” he breathed, and your hands balled into loose fists at your sides in an attempt to stop the rest of your body from trembling. “I am here to feed, and they’re fun to play with. I do not wish to devour their flesh, and the distress they emit… has a certain flavour of its own.”

You swallowed thickly, organising your thoughts and steeling yourself for what you were about to say. You had to remember your main goal here. “You can’t stay here,” you said softly, meeting his swirling golden eyes once more. “You know you have to leave. I can’t let you stay.”

The gumiho slowed to a stop before you, rolling the pearl in his grasp between his long, nimble fingers and mulling over your words. The glint in his eyes was sharp, nicking at the tendrils of fear around your heart and causing them to constrict tighter.

“You’re asking me to leave my home, my food source. You’re asking me to starve?” he queried, eyes widening with a sly gleam that told you he was very aware of how he was turning your words around.

“No,” you immediately responded, feet shifting on instinct. “I’m—”

“Then what are you proposing, hm?” he almost seemed to purr, a hand coming to toy with the end of the tie that cinched the material at his waist. He tilted his head, ears twitching and tails swirling behind him in a calculated manner. “It will have to be a very sweet deal if you want me to leave.”

You hesitated, unsure how to proceed since you had no idea what he could possibly want, what you could possibly give him that he would take. “What will you accept in exchange for your departure?”

You didn’t miss the way the gumiho’s eyes rolled leisurely over your form once more, drinking in each bare piece of your skin that was revealed to him. His tongue darted to lick his lips, trailing along the edge of his teeth. “I’m very hungry,” he said. “Feeding on only the little bits of fear from these boys… it’s not very fulfilling. I haven’t had a decent meal in so long…”

A part of you, deep in the recess of your mind, sensed where this was going, but still you spoke. “What do you want?” it came as a whisper, the loudness of your voice no longer something that was under your control.

The gumiho looked like he couldn’t have hoped for a better response.

“You,” the answer was immediate, his burning gaze sweeping over your form once more and eliciting a shiver that bordered the line between fear and something else you weren’t quite ready to admit yet.. “Human women are so plain nowadays, always striving for the same ideal, the same image… but you— you’re different. You smell different, look different… delectable. I could just eat you up.”

Your heart skipped maybe one too many beats at his words, kicking quickly into overdrive as your breath hitched in your throat. You felt heat wash over your face, and the fox seemed delighted at the development. He hummed, pleased, and reached his free hand to traced a finger along the heated skin of your cheek and down the side of your face.

“So pretty,” he purred, eyes swirling a deep golden that captivated you easily, ensnaring you and dragging you into their depths. His lips curved. “Truly a meal fit for a king.”

You snapped out of the trance, narrowing your eyes at him but unable to will your body to move away just yet. You were enjoying his touch too much, more than you wanted to admit, even as you realised with a sharp jolt of fear that the creature before you was renowned for consuming human flesh.

“I’m not going to let you eat me,” you said, pulse racing and fear tickling your senses. The panic must have been evident in your tone, because the gumiho barked an amused laugh.

“Silly girl, I do not wish to eat your heart,” he snickered, lips curving into a wicked grin. “I have long since abandoned such a primitive way of life. I am hungry for your life force, yes, but that is not all I wish to feast upon.”

It took a moment for his words to register in your head, and the second they did you balked. “Y-you—”

“Won’t you give me a final meal?” he queried, low baritone causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. His eyes bore into yours without pause. “I assure you, I am much easier to convince once I am fed, little girl.”

You weighed your options, a strong sensation like time was running out fuelling you to think faster. If you didn’t do this, what else could you do? You didn’t know anything else that would tempt him from the little home he had made for himself here, and you certainly didn’t think he would be very receptive should you withdraw and come back again. You were incredibly attracted to him, drawn to him, and with each moment that passed you became less and less adverse to the idea. He just wanted to feed, right? You tried to pretend like you weren’t completely ignoring the second meaning to his earlier words. But still, attractive or not, were you really about to trust a fox?

He must have sensed the decision in your eyes, as he began to grin before you even voiced your answer. You couldn’t will your voice above a murmur, “Okay. What do I have to do?”

“Excellent,” he purred, hands coming to your waist and making you jump slightly. His tone lowered as he spoke once more, “To feed, I only need a kiss. But before that… I think I will have dessert first.”

You didn’t have time to ask what he meant before his head tilted and you were pulled forward, soft lips brushing against the sensitive skin beneath your jaw before they latched and a sharp gasp was pulled from your throat. Wetness was already beginning to seep between your thighs. The fox grinned against your neck, kissing along your skin and pulling you into an intoxicating haze as you were enveloped in the enthralling scent of him. Delicate blossoms mixed with musk invaded your senses and you fought a moan as the gumiho’s teeth scraped against the sensitive column of your throat, fingers digging into your waist and claws poking your skin through the thin material of your shirt.

You were pulled close, so close your chest was pressing against his, hardening nipples pressing through the silken material of your sleep shirt, and without a second thought you allowed yourself to fall victim to the pleasurable sensations he was eliciting within you. Your fingers clutched at his arms, bunching in the soft material of the traditional robes hanging from his form. You felt his fox ears flick against your jaw, could feel how the tails moved and swirled through the air behind him. A soft growl slipped through his lips, rumbling against your throat as your hips shifted on instinct and rolled, pressing closer against him.

You didn’t bother trying to deny your desire for him, for the beautiful gumiho you were being paid to evict from this home, but still you couldn’t manage to keep your mouth shut.

“I don’t even know your name,” you gasped as his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing the heated skin of your waist. The pearl was cool and almost seemed to thrum as he rolled it over your sensitive flesh.

You hardly noticed as the fox began to move the two of you back to the shadowed corner he had first appeared in. “You can call me Yoongi, little human,” he nipped your throat, relishing in the soft noise you made in response, and eagerly grasped you tighter before dipping you backwards.

You yelped as you fell, back meeting the soft, plush pile of blankets and furs. His body fit easily above yours, hips slotting perfectly between your thighs as he rolled his pelvis against you. He grinned devilishly at the moan it pulled from your throat.

“Yoongi,” you breathed, and you were surprised when the fox above you shuddered lightly in response. He dove back down to resume his previous activities, lips pressing, pulling, suckling down the column of your throat and over the soft skin of your collarbones.

A generous amount of your chest was already exposed and the gumiho made good use of that, lips laving a wet trail of pink and rose blossoms across the top of your chest before he grew sick of the barrier between you and leaned back. He clicked his fingers, and blue fire immediately enveloped the soft turquoise material of your shirt, flames licking along the hem.

You yelped, understandably alarmed, and almost went to move before you realised the fire wasn’t burning you, and dissipated into the air before you even had time to formulate a proper response, your shirt disappearing with it.

“Foxfire,” you whispered, amazed, and the gumiho grinned.

“Correct,” he rumbled, before he dove down once more to continue tasting the sweetness of your skin and the softness of your curves.

A sharp gasp fell from your lips as his own brushed over your nipple, his breath hot against your skin, a noise that melted into a moan as he enveloped the bud in the wet heat of his mouth, suckling harshly and keeping his swirling eyes on your expression the entire time. His other hand came to cup the opposite breast, thumb and fingers kneading the supple flesh and eliciting another soft noise from your throat. His fingertips trailed along the underside of your breast, and you noticed that the claws that had been there before were no longer present.

There was a hand left unaccounted for, something that completely slipped your mind until you felt something smooth press below your sternum, rolling down your abdomen and over the soft swell of your tummy, cool against the curve of your hips. You moaned when Yoongi pressed the pearl lower, rolling it over your core through your thin, silken shorts and against your clit. Your core was throbbing at this point, his ministrations more than enough to turn you on, so the slightest stimulation was making your head swim pleasantly as desire swirled in your abdomen.

“You’re so soft,” Yoongi purred, voice thick, as he released your nipple with a pop and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. “Are all humans as sensitive as you?”

You didn’t have a chance of forming a coherent answer, as he dipped his head once more to continue his trail down your body with his lips. It wasn’t long before he reached the hem of your silken pants, and even less time before they disappeared in a very similar fashion to your shirt. The fox’s breath seemed to catch in his throat at the sight of you laying bare before him, covered in marks and glistening in a trail left by his mouth. He could smell your arousal, you knew he could because you were soaked already and the second your pants disappeared his pupils dilated, blown wide in lust and desire for you.

He hummed, admiring the view before him for a moment longer before he slid back and lowered once more, hand leaving your nipple after a final tug that had you gasping, so that his arms could wind beneath your legs and come over your hips. Your fingers clutched the blankets beneath you, back curving slightly as you felt his breath over your dripping core. The anticipation nearly killed you, but you still weren’t ready when his tongue finally darted out and delivered a tentative, kittenish lick along your folds.

You gasped, hips straining to move but unable to beneath his iron grip. You felt his lips curve against you, heard the pleased hum sound from deep in his throat, and were almost distracted by the soft flick of his ear against your inner thigh when he went back for more. He lowered his face completely, delivering one more lick against your clit before beginning to eat you out in earnest.

Your thighs tensed, muscles quivering as your back arched and you moaned at the sudden, powerful onslaught of sensations. Pleasure shot along your limbs, hot and scorching, to pool in your abdomen. His tongue worked like magic against your core, laving over your clit as he suckled the sensitive nub into his mouth and allowed his soft lips to wrap around it. His hands kneaded the flesh of your hips and tummy as you whined and moaned, panting softly as he buried his face between your thighs and hummed, pleased, at each noise you made.

You could hardly believe how quickly he was working you up, how rapidly the knot had formed in your abdomen and how much it tightened with each movement of his tongue against you and each gentle suck of your clit. He held nothing back, each movement wild and unchecked and wrought with an intense passion you weren’t used to in every detail. It was like he knew exactly what to do to bring you to the edge, and even as he did so he was enjoying himself greatly.

He rewarded the noises that tumbled forth from your lips with hums and moans of his own, the vibrations against your core only adding to the pleasure. You hardly noticed as one of his hands moved from your hips, arm shifting back. You did notice, however, as the fingers of that hand traced along your slit, gathering your slick juices as they went. Yoongi’s teeth scraped your sensitive clit and you jolted, gasping loudly, as his fingers slipped between your folds and two pressed against your entrance.

You would normally be alarmed, but you suspected that with how absolutely aroused you were, and how close you were already to coming undone, fitting them in wasn’t going to be a problem. Yoongi continued to work his tongue masterfully against you, playing you like a musician does his favourite instrument, and he began to work his slick digits into you in time with each flick of the muscle.

They slid in easily to the knuckle, the slightest traces of a burn present for a mere split-second before he was moving his hand and you were whining lowly, hands leaving the blankets in favour of winding through his hair and grasping his ears to tug gently. He groaned instantly, sucking harshly against your core as his fingers curled within you and you cried out loudly, lurching closer and closer to the edge with each movement he made.

You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, but you still weren’t ready when you looked down on a whim and met the swirling golden eyes already staring up at you. The gumiho grinned, and you had a split-second of confusion before he returned his lips to your clit, taking it between his teeth gently at the same time as he curled his two fingers within you, pressing deliciously against your g-spot. It was so much, too much, at once, and you were easily pushed off the edge and into the throes of what had to be the most intense orgasm you’d had in months.

You whined loudly, voice cutting off into a trembling gasp as your body tensed, core clenching around his fingers and thighs quivering against his arms. Your back arched sharply, curving off the blankets, and it took you a solid while before you finally began to come back down. Through the pleasure-filled haze in your mind, you registered the gumiho between your legs still diligently lapping up every drop of your release, making your body jerk with each brush of his tongue against your sensitive nub. You wriggled, whining softly, and tugging his hair gently. He didn’t pull back until he was sure he’d gotten every last drop, licking his lips as he gazed over your already fucked-out form with a sense of pride and satisfaction.

He almost purred as he crawled back over you, hips rolling against your own as he dipped to suck and kiss your neck once more. You’d never gone this far without at least kissing someone first, and there was an alarmingly large part of you that wanted to taste his kittenish, pink lips.

Yoongi nipped the skin of your throat before he pulled back, taking in your slightly heaving chest and flushed face. He decided it was a sight he very much enjoyed.

His tongue darted out to swipe along his lips once more. “You tasted even better than I could have hoped, little human,” the devilish smile returned to his face. “But I want to hear you scream now. Dessert isn’t over quite yet.”

Your body was trembling in anticipation as he tugged the tie at his waist and in one go it came undone, the soft material covering his form slipping from his shoulders to pool as his hips. You couldn’t help but openly admire the smooth expanse of light, honey skin now exposed to your greedy eyes, and the gumiho before you relished in the attention. His lips were curved into a pleased smirk as he shifted the rest of his robes from his form and your attention was then directed to another region entirely.

Instantly, fresh heat flooded your cheeks and your mouth nearly dropped open. Fuck, he was a lot larger than you imagined, and with a girth you could almost already feel stretching you open. Embarrassingly, you had to squash a moan that wanted to rise in your throat, your lips pressing together to keep it in. You couldn’t keep your eyes from his swollen length, the tip pink and leaking precum.

Yoongi watched your expression for a moment before he shifted closer, nuzzling the skin of your neck briefly and then resuming his earlier onslaught of kissing and suckling. His hips rolled and shifted against yours, swollen length grinding against your clit and sending a fresh flush of pleasure over your form.

“Are you going to be good and scream for me?” his voice, low and thick with desire, had you shivering against his form. “There’s no one here but you and me. Your sweet noises are all mine to hear.”

You tried nodding, but the action was cut off with a moan as he rolled his hips once more and another wave of pleasure shot to your core. His hips shifted, his mouth becoming well-acquainted with your chest once more, and it wasn’t long before you could feel his bulbous head parting your lower lips to press against your slick entrance. A shock of excitement jolted down your spine, the thrill of the situation permeating the pleasant haze in your mind and eliciting a soft noise of encouragement from your lips.

You attempted to relax your tensed limbs, but couldn’t help the way your body shifted and writhed as he began to push into you. His girth stretched you open, a burn tingling along your spine as his head dragged along your walls and further into the velvet heat of your core. Whimpers and whines tumbled from your lips and your back arched as your fingers fought to find purchase on his shoulders and the toned planes of his back. Yoongi let out a long, low groan as your nails dug into his skin, his cock slamming the rest of the way into you until his pelvis met yours once more.

A sharp yelp broke from your lips, soft pants filling the air as he gave you a moment to adjust. You honestly didn’t think you’d ever taken someone as big as him, he stretched you further than you ever had before and the resulting cocktail of heady pleasure and slight, sparking pain was intoxicating to you. Yoongi shifted, rolling his hips and causing the angle of his cock to change within you and you moaned loudly as his thick tip pressed against your spot. Your thighs trembled against his waist, fingers digging into the giving flesh of his back, and he seemed pleased at your reactions. He rolled his hips back, pulling almost completely out of you, before snapping them back and slamming into you once more.

You cried out loudly, eyes pinching shut at the onslaught of pleasure flooding your senses. One of his hands gripped your hips and the other pinched and tugged your nipple before coming to trail his thumb along the column of your neck. He began a steady pace, each thrust into your heat causing you to clench around him, the coil in your abdomen beginning to tighten and curl. Soft groans and growls tumbled from his pretty, swollen lips to join the symphony of your own wanton cries, fingers digging in to the soft flesh of your hips and urging you to roll your hips back and meet his thrusts.

Every touch of him against your heated skin was intoxicating, the heat in his swirling golden eyes threatening to swallow you whole as he brought his thumb to brush your lips and you enveloped it in the wet heat of your mouth. Something soft brushed your legs, and the sight of those eyes dilating from slits coupled with his extra appendages was enough to remind you suddenly of who exactly you were currently fucking— what you were currently fucking. To your surprise it only served to further your arousal, a keening whine tearing from your throat as he moved and pulled his hands away to grip your thighs. His fingers dug in, a pleasant ache where they pressed into the supple, giving flesh of your thighs, and he moved them, angling your body effortlessly.

Your legs now pushed closer to your abdomen, his thrusts began to hit places even deeper inside you and you almost sobbed at how painfully good it felt, how hot you felt your skin flush with pleasure and desire. You’d never been so affected by anyone before, never felt such all-consuming desire.

“You’re taking me so well,” the gumiho marvelled, golden eyes fixed on the juncture of your thighs where your pussy greedily swallowed all of his length again, and again, and again. You’d lost control of the moans falling from your lips, hands falling from his shoulders to grip the blankets. “Are you going to swallow all of me when I cum in that greedy pussy, hm?”

A shuddering moan left your throat, your eyes barely managing to hold his gaze. You gasped his name as he shifted his hips, changing his pace and slamming into you with renewed fervour and such force you could already feel the delicious ache that would grace you come tomorrow. You were drowning in the intensity, the all-consuming depths of those swirling, flavescent eyes. He grinned down at you, sharp teeth peeking out against petal lips and gleaming in the low light, his skin bathed golden in the glow of the lamp and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. There was something wild in his eyes as he grinned down at you like a predator down at the prey caught in his claws, something feral in the curve of his mouth. Each slam of his hips against yours, each hard drag of his cock against your fluttering walls, brought you closer and closer to the edge of your second climax of the night. You watched, entranced, as bright red markings began to appear over his face, perfect in shape and colour, as though they had been painted on with the hand of only the most skilled artist. Lines over his cheeks, under his eyes, following the curve of his lid and lash line. He had never been as stunningly, hauntingly beautiful as he was in this moment, unchecked and wild and feral. He was a fox, after all.

He must have sensed you were growing closer, moans dragged from his throat as you clenched around his swollen length with each hard pump of his cock into your heat. He leaned down, closer and closer, until his lips were just barely a centimetre from yours. You were so, so close, it was hard to keep your gaze centred on him when you wanted nothing more than to tilt your head back and sob at the intensity, the pleasure.

“I’m going to kiss you now, little human,” he murmured, breath hot as it brushed your lips and tone low against your ears. You watched as his mouth curved into a devilish grin, and instantly knew this was the end for you. “But first, I want you to cum for me. Now.”

And you did, with one final slam of his hips into you your back curved and you were crying out loudly, noises that almost resembled his name falling forth but never greeting the air as his lips crashed onto yours and swallowed them down. The coil in your abdomen snapped, pleasure pressing against your limbs and sweeping through your mind, washing it clean of any and all thought process. It was so much, too much, as you felt your chest heat and warm with each movement of his lips against yours. He managed two more powerful thrusts into you before his hips were stuttering, and you were barely coherent enough to notice as his cum flooded your pussy, splashing hot against your walls and dripping out around his length when you were filled to the brim.

Your limbs tingled, quivering, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the intoxicating scent surrounding you and the heady taste of his lips and tongue. So consumed by the pleasure and sensations were you, that you hardly even noticed it when something cool passed from his mouth to yours, your tongue moulding around it instinctively. It was a peculiar flavour of ecstasy that washed over your limbs even as your high began to fade, keeping your head bathed in the softness of the clouds and mind in a delicious haze.

You didn’t know how much time passed before he was pulling back suddenly, panting heavily and body thrumming with energy. He slipped from your core, and you let out a soft noise as your combined fluids began to flow forth and trickle from your abused entrance.

“Fuck,” the gumiho cursed, eyes moving from your blissed-out expression and tired, glistening form, to the dribbles of his cum leaking from your pussy. He licked his lips, golden eyes meeting your heavy-lidded gaze once more and seeing you in a new light. “You…”

His hand trembled almost imperceptibly as he used it to gently brush the hair from your face. God, you were so tired. You blinked languidly, groaning softly as you tried to stay awake. It was a strange sense of tiredness, almost like a high of its own.

The look in the fox’s eyes bordered on tender before he steeled himself, beginning to pull back.

“Thank you, little human. A more delicious last meal than I ever could have hoped for,” he said, tone low and rough. “I will honour our deal and depart this house now.”

Something welled within you, an urge, and before you could even think to stop yourself the words were tumbling forth from your lips unchecked.

“Don’t go,” you mumbled thoughtlessly, eyelids fluttering as you stretched a little. So tired.

The gumiho was amused. “I must find a new place to stay, little human,” he spoke, tone curling around the words. “I am a fox of honour.”

If you were in your right mind, you would have definitely slapped sense into yourself for the words that escaped you next. “You can stay with me,” you mumbled, eyes closing momentarily. “’S okay, I have a spare… room.”

The fox’s eyes gleamed, a positively devilish grin curving his lips. “Oh?” he purred, returning to your side and draping something over your body. “Who would I be to refuse such a generous offer?”

You mumbled something, barely coherent, and could no longer hold your own against the powerful urge to sleep. You registered a soft touch over your cheeks, and words murmured lowly against your ear, before you finally slipped into the unconsciousness that called you so.

“Sleep now, little human. Restore the energy I took. I think you will need it later.”

And then you were gone, drifting in a sea of blackness and dreams and completely unaware of the mess you’d find yourself in come the waking hours.

Out of the frying pan, and into the fryer.

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a stranger’s presence

christmas fic | jungkook x jimin | words: 5k

officeworker!jimin x policeman!jungkook AU

It's Christmas Day yet both Jimin and Jungkook are still stuck working late, dreadful evening shifts. It's the late evening by the time they're relieved of duty and they both trudge home, still in their uniforms, feeling a bit lonely and depressed that while everyone else was out celebrating, they were both feeling sorry themselves at work. 

Yet, with a stroke of fate, they somehow manage to bump into each other. Though reluctant to become acquainted at first due to their grouchy moods, they slowly warm up to each other, and with only a few hours left of Christmas Day until midnight, they find themselves pleasantly surprised by the unexpected gift of each other's presence.

6:17 P.M. - Kim Company Main Campus

“WOO! It’s time to get ready to partay~”

The loud, obnoxious croon drifted through Manager Park Jimin’s ears, who could only quietly groan, resisting the urge to slam his head onto his keyboard. He loosened his black tie a little, feeling suffocated after spending all day in his white dress shirt and slacks.

Unfortunately for him, the owner of the voice wasted no time in sashaying his way over to Jimin’s cubicle, a bright grin complimenting his hyper expression.

“You guys are leaving already?” Jimin asked courteously, trying to keep the weakness out of his voice as he eyed his friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok who was already sporting his thick winter coat.

“Yeah, it’s at 7 and boss said we could leave a bit early to beat the traffic,” Hoseok grinned. “You should start getting ready too.”

“I’m…not going.”

The smile was immediately evaporated. “What?! Why?! It’s a company party! It wouldn’t be right without you man.”

“I know, I know,” Jimin sighed, burying his fingers into his hair in frustration. “I hadn’t planned on staying. The servers just went down and I have to try to get them working again before tomorrow.”

“What the hell, man?” Hoseok frowned. “On Christmas night?!”

“Well, you know me,” Jimin smiled miserably. “I have the best luck. As always.”

Hoseok patted Jimin reassuringly on the back. “Maybe try to at least finish before the party ends?”

Jimin breathed out another heavy sigh. “I’ll try.”

But deep inside he knew that even if he worked non-stop at this rate, he still wouldn’t be able to escape before midnight. He’d been working hard aell day only to be told that he would also be staying all night.

So much for an eventful Christmas…

7:04 P.M. – Seoul Police HQ

“You guys are putting me on TRAFFIC PATROL DUTY?!” First Division Police Officer Jeon Jungkook screeched. “On CHRISTMAS NIGHT?!” His large eyes were livid, looking as if he was about to pull all his hair out.

“Listen, you’re the only officer available for that job tonight,” Chief Min exhaled, closing a file and shoving it away at last. “Do us a favour, and just quietly do it.”

“Chief. With all due respect, I have a life too,” Jungkook stated.

“No, you don’t,” Division II Officer Kim Taehyung said casually, walking pass the flaming debate without even looking up.

“Exactly,” the chief agreed, to Jungkook’s horror. “Look. You clearly have no plans anyway. Why else would you sign up for overtime duty on the week of Christmas?”

“It was a mistake!” Jungkook groaned. “I didn’t realize it was this week.”

“Which obviously means you lack important plans,” Chief Min retorted mercilessly. “So be a man, suck it up, and go punish forgetful people who don’t know how to read signs properly.”

“Can’t I at least join the investigations crew or something?” Jungkook was still refuting. “I don’t want to take from people on a night we should be giving.”

“You are giving though. You’re giving them parking tickets,” Min Yoongi smiled, as if he were merely speaking about gifting a child with new toys. “You’ll be fine. Maybe if you’re really good, you can meet your quota before the night ends. Now if you don’t mind me, I need to go get mildly wasted with my friends. Merry Christmas sucker!”

And before Jungkook could muster up another retort, the chief was already gone, cheerfully out the door to indulge in subtly alcoholic behaviours.

Jungkook huffed angrily, blowing his hair out his eyes. What an asshole. 

Realizing he had no choice, he grabbed his hat (which he probably wasn’t going to wear anyway), straightened up his uniform, and made his way out to the patrol car.

10:03 P.M. – Kim Company Main Campus

After what seemed like centuries of debugging, Park Jimin finally managed to wrangle out a decent solution, which was on its way to completion. He glanced at the red LED clock perched high on the walls of the office space, showing him an ungodly hour of no hope. At this point, he was the only one left in the entire building. Even if he were to leave in five minutes, the party would have been long unravelled by now, and joining a group of overly drunk people over three hours late didn’t really seem like an enjoyable way to end his Christmas night.

Jimin hit the return on his keyboard, letting the script run before finally allowing himself to truly breathe for the first time that night. He buried his head in his arms and gazing mournfully out to the scenery of their city centre. Their office always had a decent view out into the cityscape, but tonight, it looked so mournful and depressing. The pitch black night, highlighted only by the weak city lights reflecting on the blanched white snow seemed so lonely and empty. 

Nothing like what Christmas should feel like.

A quick glance back to the screen indicated that the operation had completed, and the servers were back up and running like they were supposed to. He quickly gathered his stuff and tucked away his badge, more than eager to get out of here as fast as possible. If he was lucky, maybe he could afford to get back home in time, make himself some hot chocolate, light some candles and cuddle up to a decent Christmas movie in bed before the holiday night truly ended.

He wrapped himself in his comfy long coat and slipped on his gloves and scarf before hurrying down the office stairs in his polished work shoes (which he’d gone through a lot of trouble to maintain in the sludgy weather). The warm thoughts were already comforting him, along with the revelation that he was finally free for the evening.

10:14 P.M. – City Intersection (Gangnam, Seoul) 

Jeon Jungkook slammed his head on the steering wheel of his patrol car, wanting to end this long miserable night already. The weather was prickling cold, yet he’d already made at least seven rounds within the area, mercilessly signing tickets like a storm. It felt horrible, but all that was on his mind was to reach his quota as soon as possible so he could get out his horrible predicament.

God, I feel like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, Jungkook thought to himself. But it couldn’t be helped. He still wanted his own Christmas night, and he would do whatever it took to get it.

The alarm on his watch beeped and he held back a groan, realizing that it was time to get out and make yet another round. The streets were practically empty as everyone was either home with their families or out partying with their friends, and all that was left was deserted piles of snow. At this point, it wasn’t even the cold that was hard to endure—it was the overall mundaneness of the task. He was bored out of his mind.

He got out of his car, not even bothering to zip up his jacket. He exhaled, gave himself a few seconds to watch his breath forming in the air, and continued to skulk his way down the empty snow-covered path.

Well, all I can hope for now is a freaking Christmas miracle…

10:27 P.M. – City Intersection (Gangnam, Seoul)

 Of course he wouldn’t be getting a proper Christmas Night.

Because he was Park Jimin, the man with the absolute worst luck in the world.

He didn’t know if he felt like crying or laughing at his pathetic situation. The streets were absolutely barren, and every rare taxi that was available was taken by partygoers. The snow was starting to fall again, further emphasizing the chilly weather that was slowly starting to feel overwhelming.

And yet there he was, stuck trudging through the dirty brown sludgy snow in his work shoes, having to walk to his car that he’d foolishly parked much too far away this morning. He could feel his cheeks burning red from the cold despite his attempts to bury them in his scarf, and he was doing all he could to ignore the wetness from his socks that were surely soaked through by now.

To make things worse, he was alone. Alone, pathetic and weak on a night that was meant to be for celebrating with friends and family. At the very least, this walk would surely be less painful if he had someone to share it with, to laugh about it together.

He rounded the corner into a darker path to get to where his car was parked.

And that’s what he realized he truly had the worst luck in the world.  

Because standing right in front of his car was a police officer, signing off on something that was most certainly a parking ticket.

Swallowing the last of his pride, Park Jimin fully internalized his crappy mood and ran towards his car, crying in a pleading voice.

“Officer, please!” Jimin called. “I’ll move it right away! Please don’t give me a ticket!”

The officer looked up as Jimin stopped in front of him, breathing heavily. Jimin was shocked to notice that he was still quite young, probably around his age, and also seemed to have a lot of bravado judging by the way he was wandering around during snowfall without zipping up his jacket. In fact, he was thinly dressed in general, as he was wearing no winter garments other than his jacket and what appeared to be standard issue police black gloves. 

Jimin watched the officer expectantly. The policeman scanned him up and down with his eyes, as if analyzing his flustered profile would even mean anything at this point.

“I—I’m sorry, mister,” said the officer. “Rules are rules and this is an illegal parking spot. I have no choice.”

Jimin could feel himself being pushed into a corner. Just my luck. He wasn’t in the mood for chipping out a substantial chunk of money wastefully on what was supposed to be his happy night. He had no choice, despite entirely not in the mood for it:

He had to turn up the charm.

Park Jimin exhaled in a whiny noise, in his attempt to sound pitiful. He loosened his scarf, revealing more of his bare neck as he stepped closer to the officer and gave his best puppy eyes (which he knew to be quite effective in the past).

“Come on, officer,” Jimin whined. “It’s Christmas night. You can spare me just this once, can’t you?”

He caught onto the officer’s faltering at once. “I—I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Jimin was pushing at the policeman’s buttons, he knew it. And at this point, tired and pliant Park Jimin had completely managed to throw his pride away for the sake of not paying for a parking ticket. Plus, the guy ain’t too bad looking… Jimin added as his afterthought. And it was true. As mentioned, the officer was probably around Jimin’s age. He had a fit body and a sharp yet incredibly adorable face, with the largest eyes that resembled the brightest of Christmas lights themselves.

“What’s your name, officer?” Jimin crooned. “You know, so I can address you properly.”

“J-Jungkook,” he responded much too easily.

“Well then, please~ Officer Jungkook? I’ll try to make up for it some other way…” Jimin said as he stepped closer yet again, forcing the policeman to back up against the side of his car with nowhere to go.

The officer cleared his throat. “Just so you know, our police department would never fall for such things,” he said sternly. Jimin’s heart sank in his chest, realizing that his ploy had failed.

“…but I kind of despise them at the moment so, whatever,” the officer finished.

Jimin looked back up in shock, as the officer tore up the ticket he’d been signing and shoved away the remnants into his jacket pocket, defiance glimmering his eyes.

“W-what do you mean?” Jimin asked. “Wait a minute, are you not a real officer?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes in confusion. “I’m in uniform, what else could I possibly be?”

“Well—” Jimin stopped running his eyes over the lines of the officer’s body, deciding to leave that train of thought behind. “Never mind.”

Jungkook scowled, leaning back against Jimin’s car. “Who do they think they are? Forcing me to work on Christmas Day while they all leave early?”

“Leave early?! My people didn’t even show up to work!” Jimin added on, immediately piqued by the conversation topic. “There were three people on our floor in the morning, and then I was left alone, doing their grind work while they’re out partying.”

“Assholes, all of them,” Jungkook grumbled. “Only think about themselves.”

“I know right?!” Jimin scowled defiantly. “Selfish bosses.”

“Don’t even get me started on that,” said Jungkook, eyes wide open as if he was picturing a certain someone in his mind. 

“You know what? Fuck it.” Jimin declared suddenly. “Who cares if there’s only one hour left of Christmas. You know what we should do? We should show them. We’re going to have so much festive fun that they’re gonna wish they never left us behind.”

“Oh man, let’s make them super jealous,” Jungkook replied immediately.

“Come, Jungkook, my new acquaintance,” said Jimin, opening his car doors. “Let’s make this the best Christmas Night ever.”

“So, uh, where are we going?” Jungkook asked dumbly.

“Just sit patiently, officer,” Jimin replied from the driver’s seat, his narrow eyes glinting with focus and determination.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna take me to your ‘big brothers’ just for a parking ticket,” said Jungkook, suddenly lowkey afraid for his life.

Jimin snorted. “What makes you think I would rely on big brothers? I am a big brother.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Jungkook shot back.

“Listen, officer. You got into my car and let me drive,” said Jimin. “So sit still.”

Jungkook squirmed in his seat, not entirely sure what he had gotten himself into. In the fuelled mixture of excitement, desire for revenge and Jimin’s charm, he had forgotten who and where he was. In the heat of the moment, he had gotten into a stranger’s car without inhibition, and only now was he starting to realize that it may not have been the best idea. Not to mention his incomplete quota that he was certainly to get a preaching for later.

Jimin’s voice suddenly penetrated through the silence.

“Do you wanna listen to some Christmas music?” he asked.

Jungkook was stunned. “You have Christmas music readily available? Just like that?”

Jimin grinned, pressing the power button on his radio. “Of course.” The festive, familiar typical Christmas sounding chords resonated throughout the car, and suddenly the mood changed again. Jungkook felt comfortable again, as if the Christmas tunes told him that him that everything would end up alright.

“I’m a bit of a Christmas freak, if you can’t tell,” Jimin smiled.

“Then why were you still at work until now? Shouldn’t have taken the day off to do your Christmas things?” asked Jungkook.

“I had no choice,” Jimin answered, with a slightly salty tone in his voice. “The servers were down at the office and I was the only one who could stay and fix it.”

“Ah, so you’re a corporate slave,” Jungkook murmured understandingly. “That being said, you also seem like the type to get easily pushed around.”

“What?! I am not!” Jimin cried as he used his right hand to punch Jungkook in the shoulder.

“Did you just use violence on an officer?” Jungkook retorted.

“What officer? You’re off duty, aren’t you?” Jimin asked.

“I… I guess so.”

“Good. Then stop complaining and start singing some Christmas music.”

Without another work, Park Jimin cranked the volume up and slammed on the gas, pretending not to hear Jungkook whining about the speed limit.

 10:45 P.M. – Christmas Village

 Jimin wasn’t lying when he said he was all about Christmas.

Before he could even fully register where he was, he found himself dragged by the hand, running through the snow-covered path of a quaint looking Christmas village. It was a beautiful place, and everywhere he looked there were the prettiest, most artistic holiday decorations. Lights of every colour, red, white and gold decorated the snow-covered roofs and windows of every wooden cottage. Deep green pine trees lined the wider streets, tying it all together.

It was nearly midnight at this point, and the only other people still around were couples. They were trying on home-made knitted mittens, sharing cups of piping hot apple cider, feeding each other gingerbread cookies, and taking selfies underneath the giant Christmas tree centrepiece of the entire village.

After a short period of running, Jungkook and Jimin found themselves at the outdoor skating rink.  Jimin asked for Jungkook’s shoe size and rented skates without wasting a breath, saying they had no time to waste. Before he knew it, Jungkook was wobbling as he was dragged onto the ice by an elated Park Jimin, who was clearly living out his Christmas fantasies to the fullest.

And somehow, Jimin looked so happy that Jungkook couldn’t help but smile along with him. 

“You know,” said Jungkook. “I really didn’t expect this from an office zombie like you. I thought you guys were more the type to enjoy getting wasted at some sketchy club at 2 a.m. in the morning.”

“Hmph. Says the stick-in-the-mud police officer giving out parking tickets on Christmas Day,” Jimin retored.

“For the record, I was against that too,” Jungkook defended himself.

“Well? Are you having fun then?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook smirked. “Not until you race me to the other side of the rink.”

He didn’t give Jimin time to catch on, before already accelerating to his full speed. He grinned when he heard Jimin’s high pitched screaming before bolting right after him. He ploughed between several terrified couples and startled a number of others, all with the intention of showing Jimin up.

When he’d reached the other side, he reached out with and outstretched hand and touched the wall before slamming his back against it.

“I win—OOF!”

He felt himself slipping backwards, landing butt-first onto the ice as Jimin collided onto with full force.

Then, like a scene from the most clichéd winter romantic movie, he found that Jimin was lying on top of his chest. They accidentally made eye contact, holding it for several seconds, with Jungkook’s heart thumping extra loud. Jungkook finally took in the image of this stranger he’d just met, a stranger with the cutest, bright red cheeks from the cold, tousled hair from the wind and the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen…

Jimin shuffled on his body, trying to get up, but to no avail.

“Umm…we should…” Jimin was mumbling.

“Uh. Yeah, I—I’m sorry…I’ll…” Jungkook stuttered as she pushed himself off the ice, holding Jimin as they both sat up.

Jungkook spoke first. “Well, that was…”

“Stupid,” Jimin said, glaring at Jungkook.

Jungkook couldn’t help but be slightly amused at Jimin’s annoyed expression—it was a different class of adorable all in its own. He got to his feet and extended his gloved hand to Jimin.

“So, you still wanna go for another round?” Jungkook smiled kindly. He noticed Jimin’s hesitation, as well as his attempt to stay angry at Jungkook. But still, Jimin took Jungkook’s hand, who immediately pulled him to his feet, using a little more force than necessary so that he could feel that slight contact for just another second.

Jimin was surprisingly quiet after that. Obedient almost. Even when Jungkook casually grabbed Jimin’s hand as they skated together around the rink, just like all the couples.

Using the excuse that they were merely bracing each other (despite both being veteran skaters), they continued like that for a while, barely noticing that the minutes were rapidly ticking by.

After putting away their skates, the two wandered together, inseparable, and walking with their shoulders pressed together as they explored the rest of the winter wonderland village together. Jimin couldn’t really tell exactly what is was, but there was something warm about Jungkook, something that made him extremely comfortable to be around, more than anyone he’d ever been with before.

Within their last few minutes, they did everything they possibly could. They shared a cup of delicious, warm hot chocolate, fed each other from a bag of Christmas cookies and giggled together through every Christmas lights display and art exhibit. Several times, Jimin found himself leaning on Jungkook’s shoulder as he keeled over in laughter, and it became eventually clear that he was definitely more than welcome to. Jungkook told corny Christmas jokes. Jimin sang to every single holiday song that was played (to which Jungkook also promptly joined in).

By the end of it, Jimin’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He checked his watch. It was already nearly midnight, which was the park’s closing time. The number of guests around them had dwindled dramatically, and they were practically the only ones left.

Aw…it’s almost time to go.

He stole a quick glance at Jungkook, who’d gotten so much more attractive to him since they’d first met. Sure, he was physically handsome in more than a  few aspects, but after seeing how well they got along and the genuine nature of his personality, he couldn’t help but swoon a little more for the police officer.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Jimin suddenly noticed something red that was practically calling out to him.

“Jungkook, wait here for a second,” he said suddenly, rushing ahead of Jungkook.

Startled, Jungkook watched as Jimin ran towards one of the tiny Christmas gift shop shacks next to them. “Jimin? What is it?”

But Jimin was no longer paying attention, as he was busy talking to a stall owner.

“This one please!” Jimin was saying. He handed over some bills before grabbing something the rack, hiding it behind his back so Jungkook couldn’t quite see what it was before running back.

“Jungkook,” Jimin called his name. “Close your eyes.”

Obediently, Jungkook did as he was told.

Soon, he felt something warm wrapped around his neck. Opening his eyes to confirm his suspicious, he saw the deep red cloth with a subtle plaid pattern, the ends of the scarf still clutched within Jimin’s hands.

“As I thought,” Jimin smiled softly. “Red suits you well.”

Maybe it was the adrenaline left over from the skating. Perhaps it was the ideal scenery, as they alone had found themselves standing in front of the giant Christmas tree, its bright lights shining upon them. Maybe it was just a bit too cold outside, and he simply desired the warmth. Maybe it was the touch of kindness from Jimin that he hadn’t felt in so long.

Whatever it was, Jungkook found he had no longer had any resistance.

Abruptly, Jungkook clutched onto Jimin’s hands which were still holding onto his scarf, fixing him into place and startling him slightly. Slowly, Jungkook leaned in, giving Jimin plenty of time to resist or move away should he wish to.

He didn’t.

Closer and closer. Jimin’s lips were inches away from his. So pink, yet parched from the cold. A few more seconds and he would be able to feel the warmth of Park Jimin’s lips on his own in the midst of this cold weather. He felt Jimin’s breath on his lips when he inhaled deeply and braced for impact.

“Ladies and gentlemen! The park will be closing in five minutes!”

The bellowing voice from the loudspeakers caused them to jump apart, reality slamming into them all at once.

“Again, the park will be closing in five minutes. That is, midnight, marking the end of Christmas as well as this year’s Christmas Village. We hope to see you all again next year!”

Jimin had long pulled apart, looking extremely disappointed. The announcement was like the shattering of a delusion. Tomorrow, they would both have to be back at work again, and this would be nothing more than a vivid dream.

The silence that ensued as drove back was much different from the comforting silence they’d had before.

Jungkook was the first to break it.

“So…uh…did you have the Christmas night you wanted?” he dared to ask. In hindsight, it was a foolish question, as he didn’t know what he would if Jimin said no.

The question managed to bring a slight smile to Jimin’s face, much to Jungkook’s relief. “Yeah, I guess it was,” he replied softly. “More than that even.”

“Really?”

Jimin nodded happily. “To be honest, my ideal Christmas would simply be to not to be alone. And it’s kind of cheesy but…for once in my life, I wanted to do the cliché things. I mean, there must be a reason why those things are so popular right?  It’s like, I’ve been caught up with work my entire life that I’ve never truly known what it’s like to have a Christmas drinks with a special friend on Christmas night, or going ice-skating while holding hands with someone or even just…you know, walking through a pretty street with pretty lights together with another person.”

He paused, and turned to beam at Jungkook. “And I think you managed to give me all that and so much more, to be quite honest.”

Jungkook’s heart flip-flopped in his chest. Suddenly, he was in turmoil. After this, he would have to part ways with Jimin. It was to imagine that it might be awhile before they would be able to see each other again, or if Jimin would even allow that in the first place.

For once, just this once, Jungkook wished he could prolong it for just that much longer.

“Do…do you really have to go home now?” Jungkook asked cautiously.

“I’ve got work tomorrow morning bright and early,” replied Jimin. “You’ve done more than enough for me. I should probably let you go now.”

Jungkook was quiet, having heard the reasonable answer. He scratched his mind, trying to find a reasonable counter.

“Wait, Jimin,” he said hurriedly.

“Hmm, what is it?”

Jungkook waited for the car to stop at red light before placing his hand over top of Jimin’s that was rested on the gear shift. And when Jimin turned to look at him, he made sure to maintain the eye contact.

“But I haven’t given you my present yet.”

7:11 A.M. – Seoul Police Headquarters

As expected, Officer Jeon Jungkook got the chewing out he expected to receive. Not only had he not finished his quota with no good reason, he had also abandoned his patrol car in the middle of nowhere and shown up late for work. However, many officers decided to cut him some slack, as a) it was Christmas night and b) most of them were slightly hungover anyway so they couldn’t care any less.

Officer Kim Taehyung came by Jungkook’s desk, slapping a file on his head to declare his entrance.

“What’s with you? Sighing repeatedly like that?” said Taehyung. “Are you that upset over them scolding you? You saw it coming, didn’t you?.”

“Nah, it’s not about that,” Jungkook replied mournfully, much to his friend’s distaste. 

“What? Did some kid steal your pepper spray last night?” Taehyung inquired.

“Why would you ask that?” Jungkook gave his friend a bewildered look “Has that happened to you before or something?”

“Don’t ask.”

Jungkook yawned as he pushed the stack of folders on his desk out of way, fully declaring his lack of motivation to do work. His mind was somewhere else entirely.

Because how could he forget? God knows what time they’d stayed up until. The way Park Jimin had seductively slid his business card into the back pocket of Jungkook’s police uniform pants. Jungkook gulped as he vividly recalled the way Jimin looked sprawled beneath him, clothes undone, in his bed sheets at those same ungodly hours at night.

No other sane, regular man would want to think of anything else and focus on work either.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s phone started ringing. Groaning, he picked it up as Taehyung remained intently watching him.

“Officer Jeon,” said someone on the other end. “Someone is here to visit you. Says he has something of yours.”

Jungkook bolted up in his seat, startling a Kim Taehyung who was just about to drift off rom staring too hard. He ran out to the front lobby expectantly, and there was the sight that managed to relieve all the tension in his body.

As there was Park Jimin, standing there in his giant coat with his pink cheeks and tousled hair, looking just as pretty as Jungkook last remembered.

“Jimin!” he cried out happily as he rushed over. The other man seemed just as relieved to see him.

“What are you doing here? I thought you had work!” Jungkook asked brightly, resisting the urge to lean forwards and peck Jimin on the forehead in front of everyone.

“I’m on lunch break,” Jimin answered. “I came because you forgot something last night.”

Jungkook didn’t know what it was until the flash of red caught his eyes. And then Jimin was wrapping the scarf around his neck again, just as he had the night before. And just as before, Jungkook's heart started fluttering uncontrollably all over again.

“T-thanks,” said Jungkook. “I-I really didn’t mean to forget it.”

“Hmph, what a double standard. You’d never let me live it down if I’d forgotten yours,” Jimin retorted. He cleared his throat, changing the topic abruptly. “Anyways, I gotta go now. I only have thirty minutes. Don’t forget it again. The weather’s still cold outside, so take care of your health.”

Jimin pulled away, before Jungkook called after him. “Wait!” he bellowed, a bit too loudly. “I…I can see you tonight right?”

Jimin turned back, smirking a little. “Sure. Call me.”

And that, he was gone, leaving Jungkook with to stare at the doors with a dazed smile on his face.

“That’s not your scarf.”

Jungkook jumped at the sound of Kim Taehyung’s voice, who, much to his dismay, had been watching the whole scene unfold before him this entire time.

“What are you talking about? It’s mine!” Jungkook yelled defensively, pulling the scarf tighter.

But it was too late for excuses. “Normally people go out and get alcohol on Christmas night,” Taehyung grinned. “But Jeon Jungkook goes out and straight up gets a wife. You got more game than I thought.”

“I-it was an accident!”

“Oh, Jungkook. Of course it was. When do these things ever happen on purpose?”

Jungkook scowled and Taehyung chortled happily, indulging in his friend’s frustration.

“What? So are you two a thing now?” Taehyung prodded.

“Y-yeah, I’d say so,” Jungkook replied.

“You should introduce me sometime,” Taehyung smiled. “He seems cute. And Christmas couples usually last.”

“He’s really busy though,” Jungkook said immediately.

Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “If you’re already this over-protective of him I don’t even wanna know you in another month. Anyways, be happy with your corny love life. And hey, if you ever need any extra spice I’m always here to—”

“No thanks.”

“Gotcha.”

And with that, Taehyung was gone, typing furiously on his phone, probably texting to everyone in the department about Jungkook’s new relationship status.

Jungkook sighed, slumping back to his desk. He pulled the scarf off his neck and draped it gently on the chair behind him. Though he still had a long day ahead of him, the thought that he would be able to see his Christmas beau tonight made it all worth it.

After all, if it weren’t for his job, he might have never bumped into Park Jimin like that. 

Almost as if they were destined to.

Motivated by the image of Park Jimin’s smiling face, Jungkook opened a case file at last, silently counting down the minutes until he would finally be able to see his new lover again.

  merry christmas everyone! ^^

perhaps i'll write about jungkook’s “present” to jimin on a later day. cause uniforms. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (didn’t this time cause i didn’t wanna ruin the fluffy christmas mood lol_ tbh i feel like i have to continue something for these two characters because i feel like i didn’t do them justice this time.

not gonna lie. this was extremely difficult for me to finish, mostly because I’ve been going through a huge slump recently haha. so it’s short, but sweet I hope. it also somehow managed to follow a similar structure to a lot of the older stories i wrote in terms of plot. regardless, I figured I owed it to you all for not writing in so long, as well as to my favourite holiday ^^

this idea has been lingering in my mind for awhile—the idea of jimin and jungkook being cursed to be stuck on work with their jobs from the Dope MV on Christmas night, followed by all the Christmas cute things you can possibly thing of :3

certainly, it’s not my best work for the reason mentioned above, but i hope i was still able to convey it alright ^^

writing tunes: end game by taylor swift

#jikook #jikook fic #LOL I FINISHED LIKE EXACTLY ON MIDNIGHT OFC. #christmas fic #fanfic #secretfanfics #(lol this is so cheesy. but :D)

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KPOP Masterlist

 BTS

DOPE AU SMUTS

     LiftMan!Namjoon

     Racer!Hoseok

     OfficeWorker!Jimin

     MilitaryOfiicer!Yoongi

     PoliceOfficer!Jungkook

     PrivateInvestigator!Taehyung

     Doctor!Seokjin

IMAGINES

Angst  |  Smut  |  Fluff

     Hoseok

       Gone  Part 2  (A)

     Yoongi

        Cuddles (F)

     Taehyung

       Distractions (F)

     Namjoon

       Electricity (F)

SEVENTEEN

SOULMATE!AU SERIES:

All soulmate!aus take place in the same universe and overlap with each other but can be read individually. 

     Minghao

     Jeonghan

     Mingyu

     Soonyoung

     Seungcheol

     Junhui

     Jihoon

     Wonwoo

     Chan

     Hansol

     Seungkwan

     Seokmin

     Joshua

#bts imagines #seventeen imagines #bts fluff #seventeen fluff #kpop imagines #bts au #seventeen au

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all fics are posted to wattpad first (don't judge a girlie by her primary upload platform </3)

i write about the stars, boys who are carved like greek sculptures, and the inability to communicate in a healthy, functional manner. and i also like to write about bangtan sonyeondan in relation to all of those things.

WATTPAD // AO3 // KO-FI // CARRD

no translations | minors dni | don't be a dick x

JJK

SERIES

THROTTLE

pairing: boyracer!jk x fem reader - mutual disdain to lovers synopsis: in which jeon jungkook hates speed limits, the local government, and the way that min yoongi looks at you. current wc: 160,244 warnings: explicit language, drug usage, violence, dangerous driving, smut, and themes of an adult nature. not a mafia au, but teeters around the edges of it. organised crime and corruption are at the heart of the story. the characters have questionable morals and do dumb shit. be prepared to hate them as much as you love them. jungkook is a tittie luvr. no further questions.

BAD DECISIONS - link will take you to the clubdionysus tumblr!

pairing: bartender!jungkook x female reader | strangers-friends-lovers, fwb synopsis: it’s simple: write your deepest darkest fears on origami birds and string them up on jungkook’s ceiling. when they fall—which they inevitably will, thanks to his cheap daiso washi tape—you have to face the fear. set it free. the issue? you’ve a fear of intimacy. jungkook, a fear of rejection. and you’ve both got the capacity to make some incredibly bad decisions. current w/c: 450k notes: smut, fluff, a lil angst, bartender!jk, student!jk, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers (?), fwb, deal arrangement, undefined relationship (they’re just friends! just besties!!), miscommunication, idiots in love, emotional slow burn, bucket list (a.k.a. the birds 2024 note: wattpad took down bad decisions as part of their 2024 purge </3. it's now hosted on it's very own tumblr (clubdionysus) and over on ao3!

BAD DECISIONS SMUT INDEX

ONE SHOTS

extended - 5k words or more

ONCE THE THRILL EXPIRES

pairing: college!jungkook x female reader synopsis: your housemate-turned-fwb takes another girl home after a night out wordcount: 5.8K notes: angsty, smutty turmoil. it’s not that bad, but it definitely isn’t a happy lil number. fingering, oral sex (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), vaginal sex, doggy, protected (!!) sex, lil spanks, jaykay sorta makes out with her ear???, jaykay is a fawk boy who needs to learn self-control, oc is holding out for something that’ll never happen, multiple partners in one night (jk), jk calls the reader diz (dizzy)

LANDSLIDES

pairing: officeworker!jungkook x female reader (coworkers) synopsis: jungkook asks you to dog sit over chuseok. he doesn’t ask you to steal the empty spaces in his head, the dreams he’s yet to have, nor the idea of you always just being ‘you’ to him - and yet, like a thief in the night (with his own damn dog as your accomplice), you do. wordcount: 6.8K warnings: fluff more than angst, but it’s not clean cut - there’s also a touch of smut. office worker jk, fuck boy (but kind!) jk, mentions of his workplace escapades, oc is dating mingyu (yay), oc sorta fancies jk (boo), solo masturbation (m), vivid thoughts of shagging (jk is a perv! wow! unlike me to write him as randy bastard!), lots of facetime calls, oc and jk are fundamentally flawed as a pairing, genuine friendship, daddy kink? ig? but like kinda sweet?, jungkook has a complex brain house and you’ve been banished to his annexe!! he also has a thing for claw clipped hair lol

ONE SHOTS

short - under 5k words

something borrowed

- mafia au | forbidden love

dance with the devil

- royalty au | former lovers

KNJ

ONE SHOTS

short - under 5k words

back to you

- idol au | exes

KSJ

MYG

SERIES

HUSH

pairing: rockstar!yoongi x female reader | mutual disdain - lovers (but also strangers - lovers? kinda?) synopsis: in which you work for your brothers band by day and accidentally anonymously sext his bandmate on the regular by night! whoops ! current w/c: 17.5k notes: okay, where to start with this one lmao, sexting! and i mean… a lot of sexting (so much sexting oc will probably get early-onset arthritis in her thumbs), yoongi is a dick, he also hates nepotism, and in turn, you. oh yeah, you’re jin’s sister, you work with the band on tour. jin, yoongi, tae, jk and joon are in The Scouts aka the hottest band since sliced bread. jimin is their tour manager, hobi works up in the head office (he’s sleazy and i love him). slight love triangle, one-near-footjob (and counting!), eventual smut, a little angst, dating app that is exclusively for celebrities / people in the public eye, one incredibly inconvenient pairing, yoongi calls the oc clementine / clemmie and it’s cuter than it sounds, idk how else to explain this, mistaken identity i guess? although not really? look, just read it lol. smut warnings will be on chapters individually!!

PALLADIUM

pairing: dilf!yoongi x reader // friends to lovers, slowburn, eventual smut synopsis: min yoongi is urgent.  in the way he bites his nails down to the bed, and the way his sore fingers type out desperate sentences just minutes before deadlines, he is urgent. how he prepares jaehyun’s day bag before grandma comes by, and how he double checks everything is packed, he is urgent.  the requests for you to watch over jaehyun each and every deadline day are, always, predictably, urgent. but the way min yoongi falls in love with you is slow. gradual. tepid. until, like everything with min yoongi, it becomes urgent.   wordcount: 3.2K notes: three part series, fluff, angst, eventual smut, yoongi is incredibly conflicted, the oc is just as dumbfounded by the way she feels, lots of feelings!!

JHS

PJM

KTH

ONE SHOTS

short - under 5k words

sundae (kinda love)

- childhood friends | angst

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jjk|| The Cheetah Lounge: Teaser

Fic Available Now, HERE

Jungkook ♡,

Thanks for the night. I had a lot of fun, and I defintely want to do this again sometime. You can always find me at the Cheetah Lounge, or~ call my cell! ~ 310-555-4207! Xoxo,

Y/N♡

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