One of the Boys
Ship: Taehyung | Reader
Description: ChildhoodFriends!AU | BestFriends!AU | Neighbors!AU | Highschool!AU | All your life you wanted only one thing- for Kim Taehyung to like you. You did everything you could to make this happen, from picking up his hobbies and rejecting anything feminine. But who do you start to become when you stop trying to impress him?
Warnings: Intercourse, Manhandling, Oral, Blowjob, Fingering, Flavored Condoms, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk with some Crack, Taehyung’s into Hickies, Fluff, Angst, Lots of Feminism talk
Word Count: 20,240
A/N: Based on the song One of the Boys by Katy Perry!
➵ summary: you despise your quarterly meetings with the demon king, kim taehyung, for many reasons. one; being that he’s maddeningly charming, two; he tests the limits of your relationship every visit, and three; he’s gotten under your skin so bad, you’re ready to show him that two can play his game.
➵ pairing: demon king!taehyung x angel queen!reader
➵ warnings: fantasy depictions of angels and demons, explicit sexual content, hard but sweet dom!taehyung, switch/sub!reader, huge dicc!tae, dirty talk, biting, blood play (he’s a demon with it), bondage, handjobbing, size kink, pain kink, punishment, degradation/humiliation, nipple/breast play, possessiveness, choking, marking, so much licking (taehyung loves tasting his angel), begging, crying, orgasm denial/control, spitting, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, fingering, anal play, sex toy, double penetration, throne sex, reverse cowgirl, hitting it from the back, hair pulling, finger-sucking, deepthroating, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, creampie <3
➵ a/n: lord forgive me for i have sinned, i have no explanation for this fic except complete horniness!! >_< please enjoy this to-die-for demon king tae 😌 as always, your feedback means the world to me <3
➵ playlist: wicked games by the weeknd
↳ in submission for the february games:
❂ “Where Cupid’s Arrows Lie”
⁂ hosted by: professor ryen @kithtaehyung through @bangtansorciere
⤐ au type: “why me?” // enemies to lovers
⤐ themes: angels/demons, fantasy
⤐ kinks: anal play, biting, blood play, bondage, choking, cunnilingus, degradation/humiliation, double penetration, fingering, handjob, hair pulling, orgasm control, pain kink, sex toys, size kink, deepthroating <3
“Must I really see him today?”
“It’s essential, your Majesty. He requested the meeting himself.”
“What for, exactly?”
“He would not disclose that information, only that he desires to see you.”
You sighed grievously as you fixed the backing of your earring in your mirror, ensuring it was snug. Wearing your appropriate royal robes, you dressed yourself for a cordial meeting, along with packing your utmost patience and tolerance.
Soon, you were going to meet the most obnoxious, prideful, exasperating being in the universe.
Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn’t believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story.
Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.“
pairing: art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader
word count: 13k
genre: FLUFF, angst, light tasteful smut
warnings: slow burn, tae kinda sucks at first, I wrote this before my Paris trip, so sorry for any lack of accuracy in describing la ville de l'amour ;)
A/N: inspired by the Mamma Mia 2 & @mylovertaehyung’s submitted prompt!
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There was a murmur among the lecture hall, you noted, as you sat down in your usual seat, just to the right of your friend Jennie.
It wasn’t that your contemporary art lecture was usually quiet before your professor arrived, but there was something collective about their words as if everyone was talking about the same thing.
"What’s is everyone talking about?” You pondered to Jennie, eyeing the lovely black and white blouse she had on today. Jennie, unlike you who studied studio art, was a fashion major. There was hardly a day where she didn’t look put together, a hard contrast from you and your usually paint stained clothes.
Back when you first moved to Paris, Jennie had been the first person you had found a friend in. The two of you shared an English class and from then on had managed to have at least one class together per semester.
It had been two years since that first class with her and you were still grateful that circumstance had brought the two of you together. After landing a once in a lifetime scholarship to École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts de Paris, you feared that you would struggle all alone in the new country but Jennie was in the same boat you were, having moved to Paris all by herself as well.
“Kim Taehyung is a guest speaker today, remember?” She enthused, flashing you an excited smile.
➵ summary : when fate leads to you to meet sweet and charming firefighter, kim taehyung, you don’t expect him to become the irrevocable love of your life. spending your days with him become just as easy as breathing, and you begin to believe your love is unbreakable. but when fundamental issues begin to tear your relationship apart, you learn that despite heartfelt memories and irreplaceable history, sometimes love that burns too brightly only blazes out faster. you’re both willing to fight tooth and nail to make your love long-lasting however, and discover that maybe, just maybe, love is enough.
OR, stranded and alone, kim taehyung offers the help you exactly need. rooming with him in his apartment seems harmless at first, but as history resurfaces and tensions rise, harmless turns into hazardous, and ensues an intense relationship that plays with the very thing he fights—fire.”
↳ part of the ‘warm this winter’ collaboration!
➵ pairing: firefighter!taehyung x f. librarian!reader
➵ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption (both parties able to consent), lots of argument/conflict!!, angsty back and forth, exes ://, tae is a very sad boi, reader goes through a lot <3, mentions of throwing up, mentions of injury + blood, mentions of cheating/emotional cheating (but nobody does), mentions of grief, loss and death of a character (please read with caution if this is triggering), mentions of unsolicited touching/minor harassment (NOT done by tae or reader, please read with caution if this is triggering), vaping, making out, multiple sex scenes, soft dom!tae, sub/switch!reader, big dicc!tae, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), public sex (nobody sees them), thigh-riding, marking, praising, breast play/fondling, riding, hitting it from the back, restraint, cmnf!!, cum tasting, oral (m. + f. receiving), choking, biting, aftercare <3, gagging, face-fucking, deep-throating, degradation (use of slut), dirty talk, reverse-cowgirl, fingering, clothing play? you’ll see what i mean, missionary, foot fetish!!, use of a sex toy (vibrator!), overstimulation, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, creampie
➵ a/n: i have no words for this, i really don’t </3 here’s the final part of my taehyung birthday fic!! thank you @opaljm for beta-ing over the scene that you did 💓 leave ‘anyone’ by jb for the last scene, it hits so hard 🥺 as always, your feedback means the world to me <3
➵ playlist: been like this by doja cat, what if i told you that i love you by ali gatie, anyone by justin bieber
act I. || act II. || act III. (final)
Taehyung’s head is pounding so excruciatingly, he can’t think.
➵ summary: sleeping with your infuriating, unfairly attractive rival in art school? stupid. sleeping with him without protection? even more stupid. when you became pregnant with kim taehyung’s child at 21, your young lives suddenly derailed for the worst. fulfilling your parental roles early on proved difficult, but five years later, perhaps it was time to give your complicated relationship a second chance; not only for yourselves, but for your baby daughter—daisy.
➵ pairing: taehyung x reader
➵ genre: rivals/fuck buddies to lovers!au, accidental pregnancy, young parents!au, the fluffiest fluff, light angst, smut
➵ rating: 18+
➵ word count: 16k
➵ warnings: swearing, mentions of addiction + counselling, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, breast fondling, oral (m & f. receiving), face-riding, clit-biting, spanking, dirty talk, deep-throating, ball-fondling, fingering, emotional/passionate sex, rough sex, scratching, creampie
➵ a/n: would you believe me if I said this was originally written in february?? HAHA this is a request by @feelsaesthetic for bgn’s 2 hearts, 1 love valentine’s day event!! this fic consists of taehyung, pragma (enduring love), slow burn, and an artist au with m&ms (the perfect first date) <3 I really hope you enjoy my interpretation of your request loves 🥺 thank you endlessly to my loves @taegularities & @amourtae for betaing and commenting!! (THE TAGS FINALLY WORK YAY) as always, your feedback means the world to me 💓
➵ playlist: die for you by the weeknd
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
You smile tentatively, swallowing dryly as you stand in front of a trendy restaurant; sleek with its atmosphere, cozy with its interior. Similarly, your companion clears his throat with a fist over his mouth, restlessly shuffling his feet.
It’s quite comedic how you’re nervous for this date tonight, as though it’s with some Godforsaken unknown tinder fling. When in reality, you’re going on a date with the estranged man you have a five-year-old child with; Kim Taehyung.
“Thank you for everything, but I can’t give you anything more than this..“
It was never meant to happen, never supposed to get this far. Not when you were aware of the fact that he would never, ever, develop any feelings for you, let alone consider you as someone he would like to share his life with..
New college meant new people, and new people meant new friends. That was how you were introduced to Park Jimin, the boy with the charming smile and the one and only heartbreaker of your college.
You were never interested in his charms, never liked the way he treated girls as if they were his toy he would like to play with whenever he desired. In your eyes, Park Jimin was nothing other than a playboy, the the person you never wanted to get involved with.
But just like any other person, you too, were a human being who was allowed to make mistakes. You were too emotional and drunk to care about what was going to happen and him, being the womanizer he was, didn’t even mind knowing who he was dragging to his bedroom, hands wrapped around your waist as he was whispering sweet little things into your ear.
So, what started as a drunken mistake had turned into something which even the two of you couldn’t understand, the nights you both shared in each other’s bed getting too addictive to stop before you both even realized what was happening.
The stranger you once hated with all your life turned into someone you now referred as your friend, the nights spent together making you both nothing more or less than friends with benefits.
He never liked the idea of settling down, and you never wanted to be in a relationship until you were sure that you found the love of your life. With that, you both decided to keep the facade of being enemies in the outside world, making sure that nobody knew about your complicated friendship so it wouldn’t be a barrier for your love life whenever you both found your significant other.
So, you watched how he flirted with every girl he laid his eyes on and made sure to look away whenever you realized that he was indeed dragging a girl in the direction of his bedroom.
The tugging at your heart was something you decided to ignore as long as you could, your naivety about your feelings being the reason why you felt so uncomfortable and slightly irritated.
Slowly but surely, the tugging turned into an ache and soon, you were more than heartbroken whenever you saw his arms wrapped around an other girl’s waist.
None the less, he would always come back to you at the end of the night, asking you about your day and making sure to cuddle you as much as he can before he left for his new ‘date’.
Soon, you realized that your feelings were getting out of hand, and as much as it hurt to admit, you decided that you weren’t going to say it out loud as much as your heart wanted you to do so.
So, you kept your feelings a secret for two more years, making sure to bury it deep down in your aching heart, until one day, when you realized that it was too late.
“I told you to not fall in love with me, Y/N..”
Weeks turned into months and months turned into years. Just like any other heartbreak, your aching heart learned to heal itself yet again and soon, you were just like you were three years ago, happy and peaceful.
Being a successful business woman, you were constantly busy with work, your life too hectic for you to remember the past and especially him. But life wasn’t a movie and therefore, you weren’t a heroine who would be able to control everything.
Just like you weren’t able to control the day you saw him again..
Part of “Tell me of an Eternity” { Autumn | Winter | Spring | Summer }
Pairings: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Time Travel Au
Words: 8.3K
Description: The aromatic scent of a garden bursting with life tells him that the world where you exist is only a teardrop away.
Wide almond eyes and an entrancing dimple-framed smile…
Those are the features you distinctly remember from your first encounter with a boy named Kim Namjoon. It was as if he had appeared out of nowhere, not literally or in the supernatural sort of sense, but just the way he stood amongst a sea of people with the motion of the crowd flowing against him as he looked around lost in a daze spoke to you in an oddly intimate kind of way. It reminded you of how lonely that can be, to not know where you are or where you’re going.
“Hey” You greet, hitting the breaks on your bike and hopping off to offer him aid. “You need some help?”
He looks at you for a few seconds, blinking as if he had just woken up from a dream.
“You can see me? Haha, of course you can.” He laughs lightheartedly, realizing his question was utterly ridiculous, but it’s easy to feel invisible when you’re just watching people pass by you as if you weren’t there. “You go to school here?” He eyes your uniform curiously, tilting his head in the process.
“Yeah, third year, but I’m so glad today was the last day of school before summer.” You subtly attempt to decipher the unreadable expression on his face, but all you could make out was the fact that he simply looked deep in thought.
“Oh, I’m Kim Namjoon by the way, it’s nice to me you.”
Part of “Tell me of an Eternity” { Autumn | Winter | Spring | Summer }
Pairings: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Angst, Immortal!Yoongi
Words: 12K
Description: Sometimes the most fleeting of moments are the ones that go on to last for an eternity.
You had heard about the immortal from a very young age.
They were one of the two kinds of people that existed in the world, living through their endless days as if it were no different from that of the mortal.
Born with an IQ lower than most children your age–a slow learner they had said- you had the benefit of doing something other mortal beings typically did not have the opportunity to do. And despite your mother’s insistence that you would grow up fine, your father was overly worried about you falling behind later in life if you didn’t get a head start or “special tutoring” as he had put it, which is how you ended up meeting a man named Min Yoongi when you were just 6 years old.
At such an early stage in your life, you couldn’t see what was so special about the man, why your father had gone out of his way to strike a deal with this young professor of basically every subject under the sun, but you soon realized that his wide range of specialized knowledge was besides the point.
“He’s an immortal,” Your brother Seokjin had whisper in realization, while your parents were discussing the matter in the kitchen one night.
“What’s an enordal? You inquire, gripping on to the hem of his pants as he eavesdropped on their conversation.
“It’s immortal, you dummy, and they’re the people who never die.” He explains with a roll of his eyes.
“What’s die?”
He sighs heavily, shaking his head in defeat. “Ugh, I give up.”
Min Yoongi was a man who looked to be in his twenties, but was probably around five hundred years old in actuality. He stood at the entrance of the door, with his hair that was the deepest shade of ebony and age-less skin almost luminous against his dark colored clothes. You watched, head tilted in curiosity, as your parents greeted him at the front door, staring at the handsomely youthful man from the staircase of your house with furrowed brows and pouty lips.
Part of “Tell me of an Eternity” { Autumn | Winter | Spring | Summer }
Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Werewolf!Jungkook
Words: 9.5K
Description: Tonight, tomorrow night, and the night after, he’ll wait for you forever.
The faint crackle of the fireplace is the only sound drifting afloat the peaceful atmosphere of the taciturn room, flames emanating from the pile of logs mesmerizing the gazes of all those gathered around, growing and fading like the waxing and waning of ocean tides pulled by the moon.
Sitting on a rocking chair in the comfort of the old-fashioned living room, in the familiar company of your grandchildren, you bask in the calming ambiance of the night, a tranquility numbing enough to lull you into unadulterated slumber. But the bold voice of a small child pulls you away from your oncoming doze.
“Grandmama, tell us a story” Your young granddaughter eagerly requests, tugging at the hem of your blouse. Her clear doe-eyes were dripping with enthusiasm as she peers at you gingerly, waiting for the response she hopes to receive.
You smile down endearingly at the youthfully innocent child, brushing her silky hair tenderly with your trembling hand. “Oh alright, I guess I do have one interesting story that has yet been told.”
It’s a story you should have forgotten long ago, one that is tucked away in the deepest layer of your vanishing memory. But there was something about the way the moonlight was elegantly flowing through the glassy panes of the open window that makes you take a deep, sedative breath, reminding you of something that had long been lost to time and this mysterious universe. Shifting your gaze toward the direction facing the dark forest outside, trees densely packed only a few meters away from the quaint little cottage, you nostalgically begin recalling the age-old tale.
“I was young like you when I moved to the forest covered oceanside…”
To be a combat medic means to be able to take lives, just as it means to be able to save them. That was in the unwritten text of your enlistment papers, and you thought that you couldn’t be more prepared for performing your military duties. But there was nothing in the contract about falling in love with your superior.
Medic! Soldier! AU
Reader x Jungkook
Warnings: Lots of violence, Gore, Major character deaths, smut (this one is a heavy M).
Hey, I’m back and zesty as ever! So I’ve got a lot on my plate these days… no promises on quick updates, but I’ll knock em out as quickly as I can! I’m really excited about this one :).
Quick note: Jungkook is the main interest in this story, butttt….. you know I’m a sucker for reverse harems. A few of the other boys will have their spotlight too ;).
Enjoy, and let me know if you’re into it!
The nape of your neck is littered with goosebumps when you’re first relieved of your post. You nod to the approaching specialist as he situates himself where you’d just been standing for four hours, his blouse riddled with wrinkles and bunched up awkwardly around his waist. You couldn’t blame him for his appearance though; even though it is within military dishonor to wear a uniform so disgracefullly, the graveyard guard shift is one where your superiors would usually waive your lack of presentability merely because they pity you.
The commander of relief, Captain Kim, offers a sad smile as you trudged by.
“It’s getting colder, L/N. You should wear your neck gaiter since you cut your hair.”
You pause by his desk, allowing the last gust of wind chill from outside to seep into your exposed skin before the door closes.
Captain Kim is always a blessed sight on early mornings such as these. He looks pristine in his uniform, as usual, and dons it so professionally that it is no wonder he made rank at such a young age. His skin, a golden-tan, does not contrast the greens and browns of his OCPs (Operational Camouflage Pattern) but, rather, compliments the colors warmly. The photos on his desk display a young man in a burgundy graduation gown, donning black-rimmed glasses and a dorky grin. His hair was longer then, too. He proudly grasps the edges of a master’s degree in one hand, and encompasses his mother’s shoulders with the other.
Now the gown’s turned into OCPs, his glasses to contacts, and the ink of his hair has become cropped and shaved on the underside.
You blink after him, assuming the appropriate position when speaking to an officer. “I didn’t think you’d noticed, sir.”
Captain Kim grins and you flush under the intensity of his calculating orbs. “It is part of my job to notice everything, L/N.” His eyes traverse your body quickly, and he glances at the door you’d just entered from. “Also, you can relax with me. I might be stern with the other privates but you’ve been here long enough. You should know I’m not as much of a hard ass as the other commissioned officers in this company.”
You’re quick to stand naturally, your fists uncurling from the seams of your pants and your feet parting. “Yes sir, you’re one of the few.”
He smiles tiredly at this, leaning back in his chair.
“Go and get some sleep. I’ll tell your platoon sergeant to let you skip out on first formation.”
You frown, “I can make it to first, sir—”
“You just pulled a 0100-0500 shift and you want to attend a 0700 formation?”
Your lips clamp shut. Captain Kim Namjoon stares at you, like he knows he’s won. He crosses his arms over his chest and allows a fragment of pity to grace his lovely eyes.
“Look I get it; you’re one of the few soldiers with the actual bearing and military discipline to fight the need for sleep and perform all duties without hesitation. But,” He sighs, glancing at the clock on the stark white wall. “You’ve been doing it longer than what you’ve signed for. Don’t think I don’t know your situation. I talked to your company commander.”
Of course he did.
It was simple to state that the military had fucked you over. But saying that aloud would disgrace the force with which you dedicated your heart and life to. So you kept your mouth shut and accepted your happenings without question.
Essentially, you did your time in basic training, and you did your time in advanced individual training—the schooling for the job you were assigned to—and with that said and done, you should have been on your merry way to your first duty station or been faced with immediate deployment overseas.
Except that is not at all what happened.
According to your chain of command, you were with the unfortunate few whose orders had not been finalized—meaning that someone neglected to reserve a spot for you in a unit following all your trainings. Something that isn’t quite a rarity, but shitty nonetheless.
So you were, in essence, on a waiting list.
And you have been patiently waiting for three months.
At this point you would have been completely immersed into your new unit, job, and life. But as luck has it, you became really good at pulling the graveyard fire guard shift outside your company’s doors.
You became really good at standing at parade rest, staring straight ahead until your legs grow numb from locked knees and disturbed circulation, and you became really good at shifting your feet to regain feeling so you could stand for another three hours without becoming light-headed.
These are just some of the things that became your strong suit.
You also excel at going to the gym every day so you can pass that fitness test when you join your new company (if ever that occurs), and you also prove yourself worthy when it comes to being tasked with oddball jobs the supply sergeants have for you.
Really, you’re just a ghost, floating around with a meaningless rank and awaiting the day your name is checked off that list.
You glance at Captain Kim, sucking back a yawn. The clock reads 0508. You frown, rubbing the remnants of the goosebumps from the back of your neck.
“I guess this was just in the fine print of my contract, sir.”
The Captain’s lips tighten into a line, and he heaves a sigh before leaning forward in his seat. “Private, if it were up to me, I’d have you off and living your happiest life in a heartbeat. You’re a good soldier, and you deserve far more than what that contract has you for.”
A good soldier.
At 0524, you peel your socks from your feet and quickly tuck them beneath the scratchiness of your blanket. You fall against the pillow of your snugly folded rack and find sleep a lot sooner than you imagined.
You have no idea that in that time, your name is checked off the waiting list.
TWO WEEKS LATER
“Welcome, 68 Whiskeys,” A young 2nd Lieutenant waves a clipboard around, unenthusiastically. “To Fort Irons.” His dark eyes peer through the stark white bangs of his hair, which is surely out of regulation, and his shoulders hunch over like he’s spent too long on a computer. He looks bored, as though he has no business doing an introductory briefing. Something that is likely part of his job.
He’s kind of cute, but he seems like a crappy soldier.
The small group you’re situated in quietly listens, anticipation and trepidation thick in the air.
The Lieutenant carries on. “Welcome to the hardest part of your career.”
He scans the group of you, unimpressed with the future combat medics before him. You are the only female in the room. He meets your eyes instantly.
“Welcome to your greatest mistake.”
The gaze he sets you with leaves you clenching your fists at your sides. You know exactly what he is thinking. ‘You’re not gonna make it.’
And you challenge his gaze until he cannot fight the curve at the corner of his lips. Amusement dances in his eyes. He glances away, then, and you relax.
“I am 2nd Lieutenant Min, your commanding executive officer. Welcome to Foxtrot Company 2-12.”
“But deep down you know it’s just in your nature. It’s in your blood to be a good soldier.”
🌷🌷🌷 I’ve actually seen this before on AO3 (I was reading author’s other fics) but couldn’t find the courage to read this at that time 😬. With War AUs/Military AUs, I feel like I need to prepare myself first before diving in. But glad I finally did because it’s just…gripping, rightfully gory, action-filled, anxiety-inducing, ugh. Yet, it’s also about pain. about coping with harsh realities. about being human. 😥 about love 💕.
It felt like a movie to me and this should get more recognition for its bravery in telling the characters’ stories, no matter how unnerving or gruesome it might be. Props to the writer because it must be difficult to write such scenes and I don’t think I’ve read anything quite like it. Bravo 👏👏👏.
☾ genre : soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers
☾ pairing : jeon jungkook x reader
☾ summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak.
alternatively,
“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”
☾ word count: 26.3k (my biggest one yet!)
☾ author’s note: this took forever oh my gosh! i really hope you like it! it’s my first time writing such a big single piece, and trying a different style. thank you so much for your support, always! please let me know what you think ♡
idealizations concerning real life relations | jjk (m)
>>pairing:jungkook x reader / fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc
>>genre:s2l, fwb, smut, angst
>>word count: 40.9k besties i am so sorry
>>warnings: jk is so sweet, but also so evil lmao, oc lives in her little noggin, angsty fwb, drug and alcohol use, tattoos, multiple smut scenes that include: oral (m/f), fingering (f), light face slapping (with hand and cock??), praise, degradation, marking, dirty talk, so many creampies yum, multiple orgasms, kissing :(, cumming in pants :), probably more but i cant think of it, ok other stuff now, manipulation, infidelity, oc thinks jk is made of stars :(, jk thinks she is so pretty :(, misunderstandings, some fluff if you squint, brunette jk, blonde jk, n blue jk, 1 mentions of: howls moving castle, too many mentions of: stars, the color pink
>>notes: bruv i do not have anything to say for myself EXCPET that i worked v hard on her and i really hope u like it <3 beta: @birbdae tysm for dealing with this, she is long lmao >>> soundtrack
this is split up by seasons, so if 40k is a lot for one sitting, you can read one season at a time if that is easier :)
>>summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.
SUMMARY. On a camping trip, you find a message in a bottle that’s been washed up the shore, only to find out that it’s a message from you in the future. Your message tells you three things:
You must make Jeong Jaehyun fall in love with you because,
He’s your soulmate and
Because of your future self’s mistake, he ended up falling in love with someone else.
important note: the text from the letters are in bold
WORD COUNT. 10.1k+ words (BIG oof)
author’s note. here she is 🥺 this didn’t take too long to write out, which is very surprising. it is extremely impossible for me to write a 10k fic over the course of two days. i think i’m just really ingested in soulmate!aus and it just triggers so much imagination and creativity. anyways, enough of my ramble, i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i enjoyed writing it! also, it’s unedited so if there are any mistakes, i’m apologizing in advance!
It would be an utter lie for you to say that Jeong Jaehyun didn’t have a tiny little spot reserved for him in your heart. It was like he packed your feelings for him in a suitcase and brought it along with him on the trip to your heart. But just like that tiny spot you have for him in your heart, your courage to tell him how you feel is just as tiny. Maybe a bit tinier.
But you think you’re okay with it. You’re fine with how you and Jaehyun are right now.
Endearing gazes. Lingering looks. Skipped heartbeats. Flushed cheeks. Unspoken words and thoughts—
CONTENT WARNING | 18+, oral (f receiving), protected sex (reader is on the pill), tipsy sex (y/n gave consent), profanity, mentions divorce, mentions cheating, mentions alcohol/liquor, mentions alcohol poisoning, driving under the influence
GELA SAYS | aaaa i’m finally done !! <3 i hope you guys will like this one bc this is seriously my first time writing a story this long and it’s angst hasjsja i had fun writing this and i listened to a lot of song while writing this one. if you guys are interested i made a playlist, it’s linked down below! the results of the poll on the taglist form kind of,,, made me think twice of the ending lol anyways !! enjoy this one <3 (couldn’t tag some users ,, i apologize !!)
PLAYLIST | playlist: theje0ngs. | READ PART ONE HERE.
jaehyun was 8 when he realized how deeply in love his parents were with each other. he saw how his father would look at his mom, just like the way his little brother looks at chocolate cake. so young and innocent, and jaehyun hopes to have that kind of love in the future.
GENRE: angst, fluff… that’s it really, oh! Reader and Jungkook are married <33 and and bam is in this <333
SUMMARY: Jungkook had forgotten about your 5th wedding anniversary.
PAIRING: Jeon Jungkook X Reader
WORD COUNT: 1.9K
WARNINGS/RATING: cursing, mentions of cheating (mentions of sleeping with someone else-), major death, mentions of drunk driving, small mention of blood | PG 12
NOTES: hi :)) enjoy :)))) (not very well edited so please excuse any mistakes!!)
“I honestly don’t know why you’re so worked up over this!”
It was a perfect day, up until now. He enjoyed his day at work more than usual, because you didn’t have to go into work, for a reason he can’t remember, you were able to call him during his lunch break. It was great! You had laughed at all of the jokes he had told, and blushed such a pretty colour when he had winked and used an awful pickup line.
And then… he had to stay late. But that was alright, Jungkook was fine with staying a little bit later. The only problem was, he forgot to text you and tell you. You were at home, making his favourite meal. You had told them that over FaceTime, with the most gorgeous smile on your lips, eyes sparkling. You seemed really excited, and Jungkook couldn’t figure out why.
And then… he had to stay late. But that was alright, Jungkook was fine with staying a little bit later. The only problem was, he forgot to text you and tell you. You were at home, making his favourite meal. You had told them that over FaceTime, with the most gorgeous smile on your lips, eyes sparkling. You seemed really excited, and Jungkook couldn’t figure out why.
Until he realised.
It was your 5th wedding anniversary together.
Jungkook had forgotten about your 5th wedding anniversary.
How he had forgotten about the best day of his life, he doesn’t know. It just kind of floated from his memory, as bad as it may sound. Jungkook even had a gift for you! It was hidden underneath the bed, a beautiful golden necklace that shimmered and sparkled in the light, embedded with dazzlingly diamonds and on the back, your first name, and your last name. Jungkook’s last name.
It doesn’t dawn on him until it’s too late. He’s getting ready to leave, it’s nearing one in the morning, and the sun is well down by now, the moon taking its place as a light shining down onto the path. He walks home, leisurely, taking in the cool air with a smile, enjoying the feeling of the freshness stinging his cheeks. He almost skips down the path on his way home to you, eyes in the shape of hearts.
He doesn’t hear the noises his phone makes as he gets an onslaught of notifications, his mobile device stuffed to the bottom of his bag.
And then once he opens the door, getting ready for a warm hug and maybe even a little kiss, eyes gentle and soft as he takes in your face. Your… scowling face…?
You have your arms crossed on front of you, guarding yourself. Your face is set in a frown, lips down turned, eyes dark and brows furrowed. You’re staring right at him, right through him, with that venomous look. Jungkook takes a step towards you, maybe you’re only playing, but no, you shift the slightest bit away, still standing your ground with a glare.
That irks Jungkook, a little bit. His lips jut out softly, and he can hear Bam’s nails scrap across the wooden floor, but all he does is absentmindedly run behind his ear, his eyes on you the whole time.
Jungkook is tired, and stressed, and confused, so you can’t really blame him when he ends up making a situation escalate so quickly, with just a few wrong words.
“What’s your problem?”
And that’s sets it off.
“My problem?”, you scoff, and Jungkook can see clearly now the stress on your face, “I was worried sick about you! You didn’t think to call or text me while you were gone.. Four hours later than you’re usually gone?! I thought you were dead, I called and texted you like a hundred times, and you didn’t so much as read them!”
Jungkook’s brows lower even further, and Bam seems to notice the hostile energy, scurrying off quickly, gangly legs sliding all over the place. Everything is moving so fast, and your voice is so loud and high pitched, and it’s ringing in Jungkook’s ears, and he’s so tired, and he doesn’t have time to even think about what he’s saying-
“Okay, so I was gone a little while longer, so what?”, Jungkook says, with an edge in his voice, eyebrows pinched and forehead wrinkled with lines indicating stress, “I’m obviously not dead, I’m here now, so why the fuck bring it up?”
Now that… that really seems to bother you. Jungkook relished in hitting a nerve, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“Okay then, fine”, you say with a resigned sign, and you sound tired, but Jungkook knows better than that. Your eyes are sharp, and he can almost see the gears and cogs turning in your head, your lips ready to spit fire. “But that still doesn’t explain why you couldn’t have just text me to tell me that you were alright. That maybe I shouldn’t put on your favourite meal yet. That maybe, you could reassure me that you weren’t sleeping with someone else, while I was here, working hard to make this night perfect. I don’t know what you were doing, but hey, that doesn’t matter, you’re here now, let’s kiss and make up, like a perfect couple should.
The last sentence is said with such sarcasm, that Jungkook is sure that if he were to kiss you (stop thinking about kissing, stop looking at their lips, stop-), he could probably taste it.
But that… was sore. How could you think that of him. Jungkook doesn’t let the hurt show in his eyes, even though maybe he should. Maybe he should stop this before it really gets out of hand.
“I honestly don’t know why you’re so worked up over this!”
And when Jungkook says it, he doesn’t believe himself. He knows why you’re so worked up about this, because it’s not the first time it’s happened. But it’s the first time you hadn’t just brushed it under the rug and carried on without asking twice. Jungkook knows that he would be beyond annoyed too, if you did that to him. He understands, but there’s something burning in him, in his chest, and it’s keeping the right words from coming out.
“Because it’s happened too many times before, and you’ve gotten away with it without me demanding an explanation, which I should have asked for the first time it happened!”, you shriek, and your voice just seems to be getting louder and louder, and more squeaky. Your eyes are big and glassy, your nose a rosy red, but you’re trying not to show it, eyes defiant and voice determined. “It’s our anniversary night, and I wanted to do something nice… but when you come in here with that face on you, with that attitude, it’s hard to ignore and not say anything about, y’know? When you arrive four hours late, might I add.”
You sigh and carry on, rubbing your forehead with shuddering shoulders.
“I just… I don’t know whether I can even trust you anymore, Jungkook. Not when you’re out for hours with any explanation, and when you get so defensive when I ask where you’ve been…”
His head is so sore, and his ears are ringing, and your voice is just so bitchy and annoying right now, that he can’t deal with it. Trust? What has this got anything to do about trust? Why do you always have to go on and on about stuff.
Maybe if Jungkook had just taken a minute to cool down, he would’ve seen how irrational he was being. How unfair and harsh he was.
He knows he won’t be able to deal with your tears if you do sit down and talk it out, he can’t deal with any of this at the moment. He just needs to sleep, and some peace and quiet, silence.
That sounded really nice. Just silence. Nothing but him, lying in a cool bed, with the window open and the cold night air flowing freely in. That sounded lovely…
And he doesn’t even notice that he replies to you, his mouth just moves on it’s on, while his brain is off in a different dimension.
“Fuck off then, don’t trust me. I don’t need to listen to your bitchin’, I never want to see you again.”
He doesn’t even register the door slamming.
Jungkook flops down onto his bed, his nice cool bed. He savours the amount of room he has, all to himself. It’s nice.
Jungkook falls asleep in an instant, to silence. Lovely silence, that envelops him and keeps him calm and cool.
His phone rings.
It blares loudly, and Jungkook snaps awake, eyes blinking rapidly as his phone buzzes beside him. He picks it up clumsily, pressing the bright green button, eyes squinting.
“Hel-”
“What the fuck Jungkook??! O-oh my god, I-I can’t believe-”
“Wha?”, Jungkook slurs, voice groggy with sleep as he rubs his eyes. He recognises Taehyung’s voice.
“Y-you- I fucking hate you, what the fuck were you thinking, I-I can’t deal with this, fuh-fuck y-you-”
Taehyung breaks down into sobs, and Jungkook is suddenly wide awake, speaking into the phone. His heart drops to the pit of his stomach, heavy. He has a bad feeling about this. He’s ignored, and he heard murmurs of comfort towards Taehyung, and then the phone is passed to someone else.
“Jungkook?”, it’s Namjoon, with a slightly less shaky voice.
“Yes? Hello? What the fuck is going on?!”
“It’s Y/N”
Jungkook’s mouth goes dry. He licks his lips, and tears spring to his eyes before he even knows what happening. He searches around for his jeans, in case he needs to go anywhere.
“There’s no point now”, Namjoon says, and he must’ve heard Jungkook looking around for his clothes. His voice is deep and solemn, and it cracks with sadness every few words he speaks. Jungkook’s throat closes up.
“W-what-”
“There was a drunk driver”, Namjoon starts, and slow tears cascade down Jungkook’s cheeks. He bites his fist to keep in the sobs, and his heart pounds against his rib cage. It hurts, and Jungkook knows he deserves it. “He, um, h-hit them. We’ve been trying to call you for ages, bud, they’re not, em, they’re not looking too good, o-okay?”
Jungkook bubbles with rage, regret and grief all at once.
“Okay?! Of course it’s not fuckin’ okay?! Where the fuck are you, where are they?!-”
“Jungkook-”
“-what hospital are you at?! I need to see th-”
“B-buddy-”
“I need to make sure they’re okay!-”
“Jungkook”, Namjoon says, and this time Jungkook doesn’t interrupts. He heaves big breathes, in and out.
“They’re gone, bud. I’m s-sorry, Jungkook, but it’s- it’s too late.”
In and out.
In and o-out.
I-i-i-n a-nd o-out-
It doesn’t work.
Jungkook breaks down, sobbing until his throat is sore, until it’s raw and throbbing. Namjoon tried to comfort him, but Jungkook can’t take it anymore. He hurls the phone against the wall, and it hits a picture frame off of the wall. Your wedding photo.
Your smiling faces go crashing to the ground, almost in slow motion. The glass cracks, as Jungkook crawls forward to cradle the pieces between his hands, letting the glass tear his skin open, watching his red blood drip and stain the red carpet below him.
Your beautiful face beams up at him from the photograph, forever captured there.
summary: it all started with a bet. A bet that had both yours and your enemies pride on the line. You thought you would win, you were confident you would. But things don’t always end the way you wish it would.
warnings: somewhat fluff (at first-), angst like literally angst all over, tons of flashbacks, oc and jk are enemies, etl and lts !
a/n - I’ve been dying to write angst these days although I hate it this idea just made me want to write it so badly so I beg that I don’t get authors block and I will be able to write my idea down properly :) I’m honestly not sure whether I should make a prt 2 of this or not-
It all started with a bet. A bet you worked hard to get him to agree. A bet you were so confident on winning and the bet you wished never existed.
You couldn’t believe that you were so stupid, so naive, and so in love that you didn’t think. You were so careless, so so careless it broke you.
How did you come to the conclusion that he loved you? When in those 2 years with him did you think that he genuinely cared for you? What did you see in him that made you fall for him? Why him? Why Jeon Jungkook out of every man on Earth.
Despite the earlier revelations that had happened, you still love him and oh do you wish for that feeling to disappear and never come back.
He said he loved you, he brought you out on dates, took care of you when you were sick, made love with you… yet all were mere lies.
It was all games to him and he won. He won because you let your guard down, he won because you love him and he didn’t.
You should’ve listened to your friends, you should’ve taken the advice of Chaeha. You should’ve never have fallen for him and his games.
You regret it so much that you couldn’t believe that you’re walking under the rain past midnight after getting your heart broken into peices. Your tears had dried replaced by the pouring rain on your face. You were soaked, clothes clinging uncomfortably to your body. Neither did you have shoes on because your stupid self left in a hurry that you didn’t get to wear anything which led you to walk on the rocky road barefoot, an ache starting to build up on your feet.
You had nowhere to go. You refused to go home to your apartment simply because a lot of his things were there, pictures would be all over the house and you’d have to look at them in order to remove them.
You thank however, that there was no one around other than you. Pros of being under the rain you guess. Cons? You were sure you would get sick soon and you’d faint on the road and die.
You wish life was that easy. You wished that you could die this instant, embarrassment and shame surrounding your mind.
You could still vividly remember his words. What he said when he broke your heart. It was so easy for him, no hesitance in his eyes. Yet despite so, it was so hard to leave him.
“I love you so so much. God, we both lost the bet!” You giggle as you stuff your nose onto his neck, smelling his soft vanilla cologne. You were seated on his lap, legs on either side of his body as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.
“I can’t wait to finally live with you, get married, and have kids.”
You felt him tense, arms stiffing around you. You tense up too, pulling away from him in confusion. His face was hard, eyes emotionless as he stared at you. “What’s wrong?” You ask carefully, feeling anxious all of the sudden.
“Only you lost the bet. I won the bet, 2 years ago. ” He said, the taste of victory on his tongue as he looked at your face. Your expression says it all: betrayed, hurt, angry, confused.
“W-what are you saying? Love, wh-what’s happening?” You ask cluelessly, gripping on Jungkook’s shirt even while he pushed you off of him.
“Remember that this was all the bet you proposed two years ago, __. Why are you so shocked? Did you really think I’ll fall in love with you?” He scoffs, pulling his arm away from you that you desperately tried to hold onto.
You could feel it - the tears. They were starting to well up and fall. Your heart ached as your mind started to compose million different thoughts that was starting to break you. He didn’t love you, he never did.
“B-but you said you love me…babe this is a joke right? You’re pranking me right now, right?! W-where’s the camera.” You aimlessly look around his apartment trying to find the hidden camera, you prayed that this was all some sick joke Jungkook’s pulling on you again but what if. What if it isn’t this time? What would you do?
“Let go of me, __. You brought this upon yourself so don’t start crying now because you proposed this bet and I won fair and square.” He pushed you away again, this time you fell on the floor. But you kept your eyes on his, you were looking for that one glint in his eyes that showed he was lying. Your boyfriend loves you, if he truly didn’t why did he stay with you for 2 years?
You wipe your tears off, sniffing a little afterwards as you try to toughen up.
“No! N-no. You said you loved m-“ Jungkook’s face hardens again, glaring down at you as if you were his enemy. It was the same look he had given you 2 years ago before the bet. The same look he would give you every time you had crossed the line a little too much for his liking. You could feel tears starting to well up again, you felt frail, fragile and vulnerable.
You wished your Kookie was there to comfort you.
“I never said I love you, __. Not once did I say I did. I only ever said that I liked you but not as my girlfriend.” Then did realization hit you. He never truly did say those three words. It had always been you and you were too naive to not notice.
“Then…then why did you stay with me and basically lived with me for 2 years. Why did you ever bother to take care of me, why did you let me use your clothes, sleep in your bed, and go out with you everywhere. Why did you waste your time on me?” You stood up from the floor, voice hard and raspy.
Your old self from 2 years ago was back, your true and loving self was gone down the drain. Your old self has always been a tougher and stronger version of the real you, you made that personality to protect you from all the bullying Jungkook had done, to fight for yourself because no one would do it but you.
You couldn’t think straight right now all you knew was that you were mad. He played you, he tricked you into believing him for 2 whole years. All those years you wasted so much of your life on someone who never took you seriously.
If he thinks he can play you then he’s right. He did play you and you fell for it. But that doesn’t mean that you won’t fight back. Even if you really lost the bet you wanted to know why he wasted so much time on a person he hated and probably still does and you won’t get an answer if you tried to demand as the girl he knows as his girlfriend. You’d just look like a loser to him.
“Then how did you expect me to win the bet then? Did you really think I’d fall for you, __? You? Really?” He asks as if he, himself couldn’t believe it all while looking up and down at you with judgement in his eyes.
“You’re right. Why would you love a girl who threw away her pride, her friends, her family for a boy who gave more importance on his pride and ego instead of being a man who has a heart?” You saw his eyes soften for a second knowing very well you just caught him off guard.
“You know your answer then. I’m a mere boy not a man that could fulfill your ridiculous requests.” He finally responds, this time it was you who was caught off guard.
You scoff, feeling your anger boil within you. “You wasted a lot of time, Koo-Jungkook.” You mentally cursed at yourself, hatung the fact you almost called him his nickname you gave for him.
“You should’ve spent those two years with someone you genuinely love.” You continue, voice fading out as your shoulders slumped forth. You were tired, feeling suffocated in the inside. You started to back away from Jungkook, no longer having the tough woman inside you to fight back. So you walk away towards the door while taking off his hoodie, letting it fall on the floor leaving you only in a tank top and shorts.
You could feel his gaze on you but you don’t dare to turn back knowing very well that you’d start crying again. Your heart was still broken, far from being mended as to look at him again? Possibly for the last time? You wouldn’t need or risk it. There’s no risk worth to take with him.
“I’ll wire the money you won soon.” You still remembered that part of the deal. If you won, Jungkook would leave you alone and pay you $200 dollars if you lost you’d pay him the same amount. Your voice however, sounded dead and could barely be heard by how quiet you had said it. You didn’t want to waste more things on him no matter how small it may be.
You felt your phone ringing in your pocket. As much as, you’d prefer not to answer you didn’t want to worry anyone by not answering calls and texts. Fishing your phone out your pocket, your run to the nearest store on the street to be under the protection of a roof for the time being.
“H-hello?” You greet, attempting to avoid hiccupping to not make it obvious that you were possibly crying before this.
"__? Where are you?" Chaeha...
"I dropped by Jungkook's apartment and you weren't there. Are you at your apartment? Jungkook wouldn't tell me where you were. Are you alright?" Chaeha asked, worry evident in her tone.
You sniffed quietly, pushing your phone away from you so she wouldn't hear you crying. You were tearing up again after being reminded of your ex boyfriend.
Jungkook didn't care about you, you were in the middle of nowhere and he didn’t try to look for you.
God, were you just so tired and you wanted to go home. To Jungkook because he was your home, your comfort, your everything. But that's all in the past now so it's time you start to move on and let go off something that never held onto you.
It took you a while before you brought your phone back to your ear, you could hear Chaeha calling you over and over again probably confused why you suddenly turned quiet. "Hey, I'm here calm down." You say, easing her worries.
"Where are you right now, __? I know you're not home, I'm here in your apartment right now." Chaeha's tone sounded as if she was saying 'don't lie to me, I will know'. A shudder runs through your back, probably from the coldness the rain brought a long or maybe you were just scared for Chae, you have always been.
You didn't bother to lie when you told Chaeha that you had no idea where you were, "I only know I'm in front of some store. Chae.. please come quick. It's so cold and so lonely." You whisper, a small whine escaping your lips.
"Turn on the location of your phone, I'll find you and we can go home okay?" You could hear the slight jingle of her keys as she locked the door of your apartment, heavy breathing and running footsteps following behind. You muttered okay, putting the phone down to turn on your location then ending the call.
You were alone again with no one to talk to. You lowered your body in a sitting position but you kept your bottom from touching the ground. Your arms were wrapped around your knees, laying your head onto them. Waiting and waiting.
30 minutes had exactly passed when a familiar car finally pulled up in front of you, Chaeha coming out of the drivers side with an umbrella, running to you right away. You however, stood up in an instant upon seeing her, small happiness filling your broken heart for a moment.
"__, oh my god what are you doing here?! Where are your shoes-" You didn't let her finish before you hugged her tightly, forgetting about your wet clothes.
You simply wanted to be comforted by your best friend, the same person you didn't listen to that resulted in this mess you were in now. You miss her so much. Why didn’t you listen to her in the first place? Why did you have to risk your heart.
Chaeha yelped in shock but she just let you hug her, wrapping a hand around you and softly patting your back. Both of you were under the rain since she didn't have time to even get under the roof where you were before but luckily she had her umbrella shielding both of you from the rain.
You cried, letting out all the pain you felt. You just let it out and Chaeha stayed still, letting you use her to get through whatever it was you were feeling. If only it was Jungkook who was with you right now, mending the same heart he broke.
The next few moments consisted of you entering Chaeha's car with her following after you and entering the drivers side. You sat there in your seat, quiet and staring out the window, watching the rain fall as she drove throught the dark streets.
You move uncomfortably in your seat when the car passed by Jungkook’s apartment complex. You looked away as fast as you could feeling as if you’d get off this car and beg him to take you back if you didn’t.
But of course you don’t, you deserved more. You didn’t deserve to be treated like a toy. You were human. A human who loved and just wanted to be loved back. Was that so hard?
Shifting to sit comfortably in your seat, no longer look out the side window instead closing your eyes, forgetting about all your problems, all the pain, all the stress - everything. You felt a bloom of hope inside of you. You knew that instant that you’ll be fine. You will be alright with or without Jungkook.
●Wordcount: 15k (can you hear the Requiem in the background?)
●Genre: Fluff/light angst/smut | From FWB to lovers!AU
●Min Yoongi x Reader
●Description: Small slice-of-life scenes in non-chronological order that describe the slow growth of your relationship, started as a friends-with-benefits affair. Aka, Yoongi is dumb and learns that love can’t be controlled.
●A/N: It had to be shorter but Yoongi always inspires me too much ♪ Due to Tumblr’s issues, I can’t put any link. My masterlist can be found on my description. Hope you enjoy it ♥
Day 2
When Yoongi kissed you at the Halloween party, it’s not like he wanted anything from you.
He was there only because Jimin had to introduce him to one of his classmates; soon after, Seokjin discovered it and decided to accompany him to give him some moral support (but Yoongi wasn’t born yesterday. It was crystal clear that his best friend followed him only to hit on Park Byeol, who, in turn, was there to hit on Kim Taehyung). And Jimin’s friend, in the end, turned out to be the most boring girl on the solar system, so much that he prayed that the alcohol could knock him out instantly.
It wasn’t in his plans to find himself on the balcony with his hands on your hips and his lips sealed on your own.
Frankly, he was very veeery drunk and very veeery pissed off for being stuck in that living nightmare; and you were very veeery sexy in that pretty banal, pretty tight latex suit of Catwoman.
You were a side-effect of three beers, two glasses of wine, and your heart-attack ass, that’s all.
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