➵ summary : maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.
➵ warnings : swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, mentions of confrontative violence (with other characters, not each other), lots of feels concerning forced marriage, a bad ex (reader’s), mentions of bad sexual experiences with ex (consensual, just bad sex), explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (chapters have their own warnings!)
➵ a/n : thank you so much for all the support on this series! i couldn’t be more grateful ♡
➵ playlist : sweet night by v! the lyrics fit this series perfectly 🥺
➵ status: (complete) ✓
↠ chapter one : “my forever’s falling down” (11k)
↠ chapter two : “on my pillow, can’t get me tired” (10k)
↠ chapter three : “the window opened one time with you and me” (17k)
↠ chapter four : “feels like a river’s rushing through my mind” (16k)
↠ chapter five : “would it be alright, if i pulled you closer?” (17k)
↠ chapter six : “my heart is pounding tonight” (25k)
↠ chapter seven : “i’m wondering if you’d want me now” (22k)
↠ chapter eight : “i still hope the door is open” (38k)
↠ chapter nine : “i wanna ask you, if this is all just in my head?” (32k)
↠ [bonus!] chapter nine. five : “you are too good to be true” (6k)
↠ chapter ten : “how could i know, one day i’d wake up feeling more?” (36k)
↠ chapter eleven : “i’m wondering, are you my bestfriend?” (34k)
↠ chapter twelve : “sharing my fragile truth” (50k)
↠ chapter thirteen : “i had already reached the shore” (37k)
↠ final : “we were ships in the night” (55k)
↠ epilogue : “a sweet night” (3k)
drabbles :
↳ “the very first christmas”
↳ “comfort”
↳ “one-year anniversary”
↳ “one week without sex”
↳ “remote control”
↳ “peanut butter & business trips”
↳ “welcome home, cheater”
↳ “my wife is having a baby!”
↳ “daddy day care” coming soon!
faq : when do you update?
randomly! i used to produce a chapter every week or so, though with school and work things got busy :( i do work on my updates everyday though ! i also get very active on my blog and inform everyone before a release, so you don’t have to worry 🥺
what does mid!tae look like?
what’s the timeline of the mid!couple’s relationship?
what’s domestic/at home mid!tae like?
what happened to the camera?
how are real-life taehyung and mid!taehyung alike?
what do mrs. choi and seo’s schedule look like?
what did mrs. choi and seo do during the events of chapter 8?
what was taehyung’s mindset during the events of chapter 7?
what was taehyung’s pov when they first started getting intimate?
✧ SUMMARY: Your fledgling career as a music journalist is finally going in some kind of direction that must be on the path to success. Your coworkers like you enough to invite you out on Fridays, your boss is starting to think you’re competent enough to let you score a few bylines, and you’re finally getting the hang of InDesign. All of your hard work, late nights, and complete lack of a social life are starting to pay off… Even if it all came at the expense of the longest relationship of your life. Fine. You’ve accepted the fact that romance isn’t for you, under any circumstances. You won’t risk your career for anybody. Not even Min Yoongi.
✧ TAGS: (kind of) slow burn, eventual smut, eventual romance, fluff, light angst, humor, producer!yoongi, music journalist!reader, neighbors to friends to lovers? you’ll see, reader is bad at feelings, reader is post-break up, now back and better than ever (excluding yijeong’s bitchass), original series can be found here
✧ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content (MINORS DNI), miscommunication, angst (warnings listed for each individual chapter)
✧ WORDCOUNT: 43.1k
✧ STATUS: complete
✧ CHAPTERS ✧
CH 1: turn a bad night to a good time [3k]
CH 2: really nice to talk to you [3.9k]
CH 3: i wanna fold clothes for you [3.6k]
CH 4: sittin' in the studio [6.4k]
CH 5: i think i need your help [7.5k]
CH 5.5: i'm not done yet [2k]
CH 6: y'all ain’t never been to a party before? [5.6k]
wishing someone would write a popular boy martin x nerdy/weird reader, non idol au, and maybe he’s the vice president of the HS they’re in too omg i wish i wish I WISH someone wood write thattttttttt
AND THEN MARTIN IS DOWN BADDDD FOR HER WHILE THE READER IS SECRETLY A YEARNER TOO BRUHHH imagine SOMEONE would actually WRITE THAT oh and make reader have prescription glasses ^_^ and he’ll be like “can i try them on?” PLEASEEEEEEEEEE
tropes: idol!jungkook, producer!reader, established relationship, childhood best friends
rating: pg
warnings: smooches!!, jungkook’s being very touchy <3, smoking, lots of pda, one (1) butt squeeze, lots of teasing n flirting (they're in love ur honour), mentions of jk being on a diet, mentions of oc being bullied in the past, just soft lovesick jk <3
summary: a casual date, the skirt’s a little too short, the night a little too quiet, and jungkook's hands on you like he's never going to let go.
a/n: writing this was so therapeutic im this 🤏 close to breaking no contact ❤️ (also dare i say this is the maybe in another universe couple <3)
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When you round the corner of the building, it’s not hard to find Jungkook.
He’s leaned against his Harley, dark clothes hanging easy on him, making him blend into the night. He has a faint frown on his face as he scans the empty street, toying with his lip ring like he’s lost in thought.
Once he spots you, though, everything softens. His eyes go all boba-round and warm, crinkling at the corners as a smile stretches across his face. That stupid pretty one that makes your chest feel full. He straightens up a little.
“Sorry for making you wait,” you say when you reach him, rising on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck. You hug him tightly. You melt into him without thinking. His hands naturally land on the small of your back, holding you close in his embrace.
“It’s okay, baby.” Jungkook leans back just enough to press a little kiss to your lips.
One of his hands dip even lower, brushing over the curve of your butt and the light fabric of your skirt. It doesn’t take long before he grazes bare skin, catching just the edge where the hem ends and you begin.
“How did it go?” he asks.
“Oh, it was so fun!” you beam, hands coming together in an excited little clap in front of your chest. You bounce slightly.
It had been a long day filming at one of the major companies in Seoul, part of that new show about the behind-the-scenes process of producing k-pop songs. The set was huge – too many lights, too many people, and so many cameras that you couldn’t even look around without feeling watched.
Everything felt loud and fast and intimidating, like you were going to mess up just by standing there.
“I was still really nervous in the beginning because there were a lot of people, but I did what you told me over the phone this morning and reminded myself that just being there already meant I belonged. That in a little while this would be just another thing that I’ve overcome.”
Dare you mention that just this morning, you felt like throwing up at the thought of today’s schedule – and yet, somehow, it turned into something you ended up loving. Getting to work on something you’re genuinely passionate about, surrounded by new people who love it just as much as you, felt amazing, inspiring.
“I told you it wouldn’t be as bad. You wanted to call in sick,” Jungkook reminds you, teasing you with an arched brow.
“I felt so anxious this morning!”
“You underestimate what you’re capable of.”
“Anyways.” Your shoulders slump slightly. “I’m exhausted now.”
“We can just go to my place if you want.” He gently tucks your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.
“No. I wanna go to the Han River with you,” you say, lips tugging into a pout.
Jungkook grabs the collar of his hoodie and pulls it over his head. A glimpse of his toned abdomen flashes before his black tee falls back into place. He swings the hoodie around your waist, draping it carefully before tying it snug at the front.
“Can’t drive my bike in a short skirt like this,” he explains in a mumble, smoothing the hoodie down over your butt.
“You helped me pick out this outfit this morning.”
If you’d been left alone in your anxious spiral this morning, you probably would’ve just thrown on whatever comfy thing was closest. But after Jungkook talked you down over the phone, his voice all soft and steady, you felt a little more okay. Okay enough to want to feel pretty, at least. So you stood in front of your overflowing closet, doors hanging open, letting him help you pick something out over facetime.
“Yeah well. You look pretty. I wasn’t thinking about logistics.”
You roll your eyes, but your face warms anyway. “You’re the logistics.”
“Sue me for getting distracted.” He pecks your temple, grinning as he pulls back.
Then he crouches next to the Harley, lifting the seat to reveal a small storage compartment. With a bit of manoeuvring, he pulls out a black helmet, matching his own.
He turns back to you and holds it out like it’s something delicate. “C’mere,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back gently before slipping the helmet over your head and securing the strap under your chin.
“Too tight?” he murmurs, adjusting the strap with the pads of his fingers.
You shake your head.
He grabs his own helmet from the handlebar, slipping it on with practiced ease. The engine rumbles to life with a twist of his wrist, loud and steady. He swings one leg over the bike and settles in before turning to glance at you over his shoulder. He holds his hand out to you.
“Hop on, baby.”
You take his hand, grabbing his shoulder with your other one for leverage as you climb on behind him. Your hands move to circle his middle once you’re properly sitting.
“You good?” He cranes his neck back to you, looking you over.
“Yes,” you reply, hugging his back. “Drive safely, please.”
The engine hums beneath you, the vibration slipping through your legs and settling in your chest as Jungkook coaxes the Harley onto the road.
The wind rushes past in silky ribbons, threading through your hair and curling under your skirt, making you curl closer into his back. His hoodie sways around your legs, and his scent, clean laundry and the last bit of cologne clinging to his skin, fills your lungs. You rest your cheek against the strong curve of his back.
Seoul twinkles around you in bits and pieces, like someone sprinkled glitter across the skyline. Streetlights blink down like stars with somewhere to be.
At a red light, Jungkook reaches for your hand without even looking, like it’s second nature. His fingers find yours and give them a slow, reassuring squeeze that makes your chest flutter. Then his hand drifts upward, trailing a lazy path along your arm before slipping behind him. His touch lands on your thigh, gently brushing his thumb over your skin. It’s just a small stroke, but enough to send a little spark dancing up your spine.
Eventually, the buildings thin out, replaced by the open stretch of the Han River, glistening under the city’s glow. Jungkook rolls into a quiet patch near the railing and cuts the engine.
“My mum would kill me if she knew I was riding a bike with you,” you say.
Jungkook huffs a laugh as he slips off his helmet. With a little shake of his head his hair falls back into place. “My mum would kill me for letting you ride it with me.” He turns slightly to look at you, flashing his soft dimple as he reaches to unclip your helmet.
“And yet,” you retort as he helps lift it off your head, “here we are.”
“Reckless,” he grins, brushing your hair back into place. “But cute.”
~
After a quiet walk along the river, you settle onto a bench facing the water.
“I even got a bit of the lyrics done for the song we finished producing,” you say, tucking your hands into your sleeves
Jungkook hums, slinging his arm over the back of the bench and letting it rest behind your shoulders, pulling you closer. “You need to let me listen to it.”
“I’m not giving you the song.”
“Ah, it’s always worth a try.”
“I’ll start working with you when you guys are over this...era of music you’re in right now.”
“Era of music?” Jungkook scoffs. “You find new words how to describe the fact that you don’t like the new music every time.”
“That’s not what I meant,” you whine, falling into his teasing. “It’s not that I don’t like the new music. It’s just not my type of production,” you quickly defend, truthful.
“At least let me listen to it.”
“When I’m finished you can.”
He lets out a small groan. “I’m terrible at being patient.”
“Oh, I know. Don’t have to remind me.” He’s an impatient boyfriend disguised as your number one fan (which, let’s be honest, he is). Always acting like he’s not trying that hard – when really, he’s the most obvious about it.
You roll your eyes every time he launches into a totally casual, totally unplanned, “hey, wanna show me a little something?” but you love it, every time. You love the way he sneaks into your world like that. Softly, stubbornly.
The sneaky bribes, the casual shoulder nudges, the way he tries to coax you into playing something, anything, even if it’s unfinished. Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s just a late night, the two of you curled up on the couch, guitar perched on your lap, him humming half-written lyrics with his knees touching yours and a smile tucked into his voice. Songs that only live between you two.
“I’ll show it later to you,” you finally say. There’s not much of a fight when it comes to Jungkook. “Missed you.” You rest your head on his shoulder, hugging his arm.
“We should do something before my schedule gets crazy again.” Jungkook pats down his front pockets. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Like a small vacation?”
“I’d love that.”
You eye him as he slips a cigarette between his lips, cupping the flame with one hand as he lights it. The cigarette glows at the tip, smoke curling past his cheekbones and drifting in the opposite direction as he tilts his head to avoid blowing it your way. You still wrinkle your nose and lean your head away, your clutch around his arm loosening.
“You’re buying me ice cream for smoking next to me,” you mutter, half playful, half serious.
He exhales to the side again, then flicks the ash off the end with a small grin. “I was already gonna.”
You give him a look. “Not the point.”
“I know.” He tilts his head toward you, eyes tracing your face like he’s trying to read something only he can see.
When you saw Jungkook smoke for the first time while he was waiting for you in the dark, after not seeing each other for a very long time, you felt something twist in your chest. A mix of anger, sadness, and the sick realisation that time had changed him in ways you hadn't been there to see.
It messed you up a bit. Realising he changes in little ways when you're not around to witness it. It made you wonder if he's still the same Jungkook you've always known. If he's still your Jungkook.
Upon talking with him the entire night you quickly came to the realisation that Jungkook will be as much yours as you're as much his for the rest of your lives.
Maybe not in loud, dramatic ways, but in the quiet constants.
There is no version of your life where he doesn't exist - you're too intertwined with each other.
You sigh, the slightest hint of annoyance seeping through, but your fingers find his again anyway, slipping between them. He’s warm, even with the breeze coming off the water. The smoke lingers in the air between you, but his scent cuts through it – familiar, stupidly comforting.
“I say we go on a weekend trip to Jeju,” Jungkook says, his gaze fixed ahead.
Your head pops up. “That seafood restaurant,” you gasp, eyes widening.
He watches you, smiling at your excitement.
“We have to go,” you say, tugging his arm. “I still think about that abalone porridge from that tiny place by the harbour, you remember? With the old lady who called us lovebirds.”
“How could I not?” Jungkook laughs. “She told me to marry you or someone else would.”
You laugh too. “She wasn’t wrong.”
Jungkook snorts, flicking the half-smoked cigarette away and stubbing it out under his shoe. He turns back to you, and you feel his finger brush over your ring finger – it's a subtle, fleeting touch, but you wouldn’t dare miss it.
“I wouldn’t ever let that happen.” He leans in, catching you in a warm kiss.
“I love you,” you murmur against his lips, then pull back slightly. “But don’t kiss me after you’ve just smoked.”
Jungkook sighs like you’ve wounded him. Dramatically. Then he leans back in, peppering kisses along your cheek, down the slope of your jaw, and onto your neck, ignoring your protests with every one.
“Jungkook,” you warn through laughter, swatting at him half-heartedly. “We’re not at home.”
“But I still love you the same.” It’s a gentle murmur against your neck, nuzzling the skin there before leaving one last kiss just below your jaw.
“Jungkook.”
He finally pulls back, just enough to meet your eyes, and his teasing fades into something more softer, more quieter.
“I love the way you say my name.”
His mouth curves into the faintest smile, just slightly lifting the corner of his lips. But his eyes hold the sincerity behind his words, the soft glow of them making you feel like you’re the prettiest girl he has ever seen.
Every time Jungkook says this, you’re reminded of when you still wore uniforms and shared secrets in the quiet spaces between classes. When he said it for the first time, you thought he was poking fun at you like the others for pronouncing words differently because you grew up abroad, in the US.
He told you it sounded softer, rounder, like it meant something more when it came from you. He said it made him feel like someone safe. Someone yours.
He doesn’t say it often, but every time he does, you’re reminded of the past. And a soft, nostalgic feeling settles in your chest at the memory of fifteen-year-old Jungkook and you falling in love for the first time. It’s a bittersweet ache because when you think of that time, all you see is blue, but Jungkook was the one thing that still felt warm. Like hope tucked into a person.
And now, years later, even with everything you’ve both grown through and grown out of, that version of him still lives in moments like this. In quiet confessions and shared glances.
Heat nestles in your cheeks. You look away – straight at the river with the twinkling lights reflecting off of it. They remind you of his eyes.
“What?” His voice carries a teasing lilt, like he can’t quite place where your sudden shyness is coming from, but he’s definitely enjoying it.
“I dunno,” you mumble under your breath, hiding your face on his chest while keeping your eyes trained on the water. “I just get overwhelmed sometimes.”
“By what?”
“By how much I love you.”
“Wanna know something?”
“Hm?”
“I do too.”
You smile into his shirt, warmth blooming in your chest.
He presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “You really know how to kill a man,” he murmurs, voice low and a little awed.
You look up at him at that.
“I love you more,” he says eventually, like it’s the simplest truth. “Like... stupid amounts. Heart-aching amounts.”
You giggle, nose scrunching. “You’re so dramatic.”
“You started it.” He peers down at you, eyes soft. “Now let me be in love with you in peace.”
“I’ll let you love me in peace after we get snacks.”
“Will I ever witness a day where you don’t want something sweet?”
“Nuh-uh.” You shake your head with exaggerated seriousness. “The day can’t successfully end until you’ve had a sweet treat.”
“I actually think you’re singlehandedly keeping the candy industry alive.”
“I should be thanked, honestly.”
You rise to your feet, brushing invisible dust off your skirt as you stand in front of him. Jungkook doesn’t move right away. His eyes trail down to your legs, then to the hem of your skirt, fingers reaching out to tug it just a little lower with that automatic protectiveness he tries (and fails) to hide.
“You’re not cold, baby?” he asks, nodding toward his hoodie tossed over the bench behind him.
“No, I’m okay.”
Still sitting, he tugs you gently by the hips until you’re standing between his knees. His hands find your waist like magnets, thumbs stroking slow circles against the sliver of skin where your top has ridden up.
“I like this spot,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your stomach, right above your belly button. You flinch a little, giggling, fingers slipping into his thick hair.
“You’re such a menace,” you say, voice light, but you don’t pull away.
“And you’re so pretty,” he says, looking up at you from where he’s still crouched against your tummy. His eyes are warm, sparkling. “Like... dangerously pretty. You know that?”
You bite your lip. “Stop.”
“I’m serious.” He rests his chin just above your waistband, arms looping around the back of your thighs like he’s not letting go anytime soon. “Sometimes I think you’re not even real.”
You roll your eyes, trying to hold back your smile. “That’s what people say right before they do something stupid.”
He grins up at you, squeezes your thigh just enough to make you squeak. “Then I must be about to do something really stupid.”
“I feel like that’s something for home. Not public.”
“You think so?” He tilts his head slightly.
“Jungkook.” It’s meant to be a chiding. But instead, it escapes softer than you intended, more like a puff of air. Like we shouldn’t but I wanna know anyway. Like stop talking... but actually, no – keep going please.
Instead of backing off like any reasonable person would, he smirks, then has the audacity to give your butt the lightest squeeze, fingers quick and shameless.
You squeal, jumping back. “Jungkook!”
Flashing you a smile that’s somehow both innocent and guilty, he casually grabs his hoodie from the bench and stands up.
You stare at him, half scandalized, half trying not to smile. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Come on,” he says, slinging the hoodie over one shoulder and glancing over at you with that smug softness that drives you crazy. “You wanted snacks, no?” He grabs your hand.
You narrow your eyes, but your feet already fall into step beside his.
~
It’s not a long walk until you reach the next convenient store.
“It looks kinda busy in there,” you tell Jungkook, peering through the glass. “I’ll just run in real quick. You can wait out here.”
Jungkook squints into the store, brows furrowed. “Who’s in there? I don’t want you going in alone if there’s some creeps.”
You roll your eyes and nudge him with your elbow. “It’s just a group of girls. Relax,” you say. “What do you want?”
He pulls his black card from his pocket. “Nothing for me. Just treat yourself, baby.”
You snatch the card from his hand. “Don’t mind if I do.”
~
You exit the store with a slightly overstuffed plastic bag tugging at your wrist. Being a girl who loves snacks, is hopelessly indecisive – and has her boyfriend’s black card – is a dangerous combo.
Jungkook tilts his head, trying to sneak a look inside the bag. “What’d you get?”
“Too much to name,” you say breezily, fishing out the ice cream resting right on top. “Got this for us, though.” It’s the ice cream that comes with two sticks so you can snap it in half and share. “I always think of you when I see this,” you admit, passing him one half after cracking it down in the middle.
“Ah, I didn’t want to eat any sweets today.”
“Too late,” you tease, nudging it closer to his mouth. “You already kissed me, so that’s off the table.”
He lets out a soft laugh. “That counts?”
“It absolutely does.” You raise your brows. “Now eat, please.”
He leans forward and takes a small bite straight from your hand. “Happy now?”
“Very much so.” You swipe the pad of your finger over a smudge of ice cream at the corner of his mouth, then lick it off with a grin.
He huffs a quiet laugh, head tilting as he watches you with that impossibly fond look. “You’re trouble.”
“Says you!”
With a sigh, he takes it from you. “You’re only getting away with this because you’re cute.”
“I know.” You smile around the ice cream in your mouth. “I can’t have a boyfriend who says no to a sweet treat.”
You fall into step beside him, walking slowly as you both nibble at the halves in your hands.
“I’m dieting.”
“For what?”
He doesn’t answer, just shrugs, proving your point.
That’s when your mind slips, just a little, to all the ways you used to be like this. All the self-destructive habits he had to gently pry from your grip. Jungkook has saved you many times. And you want to be there for him just as much he was there for you when no one chose you. When he was the only one who saw you – really saw you – and still chose to stay.
You reach for his hand, linking your fingers through his.
“I feel like sometimes you live your life like it’s harder than it has to be. Like you’re holding yourself back, setting rules that you don’t have to follow.”
Jungkook lets out a quiet breath. “I know,” he mutters, squeezing your hand. “You’re the first person who made me think maybe I deserve ease too. You make it feel okay to slow down.”
“Am I?” you ask sceptically. You hope you do, but are you actually?
He tips his ice cream in your direction.
You laugh. “Baby steps.”
You glance up at him. He’s licking his ice cream, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth like he doesn’t even realize it’s there. It makes your chest ache a little. In that sweet way.
“Jungkook?”
His head turns slightly, face lit soft by the golden glow of a nearby streetlamp. His eyes flick to you, a soft, curious glint catching in them as your gaze meets his. You lean your head against his arm.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for sticking with me through every version of myself.”
It’s a thought that catches you off guard – maybe not entirely, you’re not sure – but suddenly it’s there, clear and undeniable. A reminder that, through every change, every version of yourself, he’s never left. Whether you’ve been at your best or your worst, he’s always stayed. And sometimes, it’s hard to wrap your mind around the fact that someone can love you through all of that.
“There’s never been a version I didn’t love,” he says quietly, like it’s not something he even has to think about.
Your heart stumbles a little, eyes stinging in that warm, fuzzy way that only he can cause.
“You make it really easy, you know,” he adds, brushing his thumb gently across the back of your hand. “Loving you. I don’t even think about it. I just do.”
You blink up at him, lips twitching into the kind of smile that only he gets to see. “I still don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
He tugs you closer to him, your sides brushing with each step.
SYNOPSIS with the school production this year being wicked, everybody knows martin edwards is going to land the role of fiyero. however, the last thing anyone expects is for you, the unknown new girl, to land the lead role of elphaba. slowly but surely, you and martin grow closer as opening night approaches, and you both suddenly realise that you actually want this showmance to be something real.
or alternatively, martin edwards wants nothing more than to be your fiyero tigelaar.
GENRE theatre kid! martin x theatre kid! fem! reader, high school au, she fell first he fell harder trope?, smau
TAGLIST closed!
WARNINGS swearing, ignore timestamps
STATUS complete!
AUTHOR'S NOTE HELLO i'm excited to be back writing smaus again. i'm very wickedpilled and for good changed me (for good). thought of martin and fiyero and boom this came to fruition. send in an ask if you'd like to be added to the taglist! it's going to be a funnn ride <3
PROFILES — kiamo ko / winkie country
ONE — who is this nugu...
TWO — winkie prince martin edwards
THREE — the perfect elphaba
FOUR — the concept of a showmance
FIVE — holding space
SIX — just two costars!
SEVEN — a little too convincing
EIGHT — #whatwasthat
NINE — secure and happy
TEN — poppies
ELEVEN — muffin man
TWELVE — lowkey dating
THIRTEEN — the perfect? plan
FOURTEEN — fallen under your spell
FIFTEEN — i'm obsessulated
SIXTEEN — oh shiz
SEVENTEEN — oz's favourite couple
EIGHTEEN — changed me for good
NINETEEN — congratulotions
TWENTY — thank goodness
I hope you enjoyed! I've been making these instead of actually writing chapters for my fic but ykw its fine im having fun. This is my first time genuinely posting anything on tumblr so I hope people enjoy it. Please feel free to req things bc im genuinely horrid at coming up with ideas for anything.
summary: jungkook is your brother’s best friend, someone you’ve grown up with. the two of you have a knack for clashing, always throwing attitude and finding ways to piss each other off. yet, there’s a connection neither of you can ignore.
pairing: tattoo artist jk x uni student oc
genre/tropes: smau + written , brother's best friend , e2l , childhood friends
warnings: grumpy/rude jungkook and oc, they are lowkey toxic in the beginning, implied + actual smut , explicit themes, lots of crazy banter and tension, and jealous moments ofc , slow burn-ish, stubborn brother drama — vminkook past related drama
originally started: 10 January 2025 & ended: 4 June 2025
✿ liking and reblogging isn’t enough for these fics, i need to make a list and post about it🤓 (will be occasionally updated!!)
✿ about my taste in fics:
⤷ fluff: this is my FAV! i’m a whore for fluff, sue me, but i can never get enough of it especially when there is also a lot of TENSION!
⤷ smut: i love it, but i need a fun plot to go with it. fics that are purely smut scenes typically aren’t my cup of tea! i need an interesting (or sinful heheh!) premise to go with it usually, but there is AMAZING smut in here do not fear <3
⤷ angst: now this is something that i love… in moderation! i’m a weak hearted girl, so this rec list won’t be too angsty !! (although angst is DEF there hehe)
✿ (roughly) listed in order of length from shortest to longest fic :)
One Bed in Belize by @stobitproductions
⤷ jjk | oneshot (f, s) | rivals to lovers, forced proximity, college au
i raveddd about this fic here, but to keep it concise: it’s beautiful, so cute, and reading it feels like a reward! the idea and details are so unique, and i wanted to print it out just so i could underline some lines! fics that have a more niche backdrop are always so fun because it feels fresh and it’s like im learning something new. i love love loveeee this! so underrated !
Pour Up by @jungkxook
⤷ jjk & kth | oneshot (s) | college au, threesome, hot as fuck lol
this is for any horny freaks out there! you will love love love this. the best bangtan threesome i’ve EVER read it’s sososososo hot they play a stripping game and things get freaky in the most sinful beautiful and college way ever. PLS READ THIS??!
The Lovebug by @jungkxook
⤷ jjk | oneshot (f, s) | spiderman!jk, noona!reader, college au
this fic is sooo cute! jk is a loser and a nerd and he’s so incredibly cute and downbad for reader here! this made me swoon, one of my fav superhero fics for jungkook or bts n general 🫶
Best Mistake by @lovieku
⤷ jjk | oneshot (a, s) | dilf!jk x inexperienced!reader
this is art in its most raw, unapologetically sinful form! i loveee the tension with subtle glances and signals and how it leads to a realistically heart-wrenching ending. it was both gratifying and angsty—it’s perfection. it had me squealing and crying in just 17k words. the BEST of this trope in my opinion!!
this was SOOO cute! i think the winning factor here is the humor and wit tbh! i was genuinely laughing out loud one moment and the next i’m biting my nails from the TENSION!! such a perfect delicious two-shot! lowkey anything she writes can be on this list tbh 😭
Still Don’t Know My Name by @dollfaceksj
⤷ jjk | three-shot (s) | neighbors!au, sexting, enemies to lovers
i read this on wattpad and felt like i was transported to 2019 when i would stay up late and die of laughter over horny comments. it’s so SMUTTY but also FUNNY and ugh, the tension was unreal. i think i discovered something about myself while reading this, that’s how good it was LOL
Love at First Oink by @glodenclosetau
⤷ kth | smau series (f) | neighbors!au, friends to lovers
this will always have a special place in my heart for being my first smau ever! it’s sooo ridiculously cute and funny, and the story is genuinely so unique i've never seen anything like it! this is friends to lovers PERFECTION!! i still reread from time to time when i get want to giggle at my phone like a crazy person llololol
Teach Me How to Love by @kookooluvr
⤷ jjk | series (f, a, s) | fwb, professors!au
now this is coachella...every spectrum of fan fiction excellence was MAXIMIZED. the angst in this hurts in the best way possible and the FLUFF had me squealing! and the smut? ranges from beautiful, emotional lovemaking to horny quickies in the club bathroom and it’s all super YUM!! to top it all off? GORGEOUS GORGEOUS PROSE!!! a must read!
Maybe I Do by @chateautae
⤷ kth | series (f, a, s) | arranged marriage, ceo!tae, strangers to lovers
no one should be surprised that this is here. if you haven’t read it yet, DO IT NOWWWW! this is the epitome of a perfect arranged marriage fic, taehyung is to die for here—genuinely i’d give a lung to MID tae he is THAT swoon worthy—and the oc is just so beautifully written. this is the fic that got me back into reading bts fics after a two year hiatus! <3
→ summary: rooming with a fuck boy is a recipe for disaster, but with an eviction notice tying your hands, your standards drop incredibly low. what started as the solution to all your problems has spiralled into a tense game of cat and mouse—hands, mouth, and orgasms included.
no problem though, a week away at your friend's beach house is exactly the kind of break you both need, right? wrong. the sun’s out, the drinks are strong, and your self control forgot to pack a bag. if you thought being confided to the four walls of your apartment was hard, just wait 'til the heat kicks in.
→ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
→ genre: fuck boy / college roommates + fluff, smut
→ word count: (projected) 35k
→ release date: tbd
→ preview word count: 2k
→ warnings: minor descriptions about being injured by shattered glass, mentions of blood, alcohol consumption, lots and lots of sexual tension, seokjin & jungkook (yes, they need their own warning, their characters wrote themselves), brief mentions of vomiting, chaotic friends, jealousy (w healthy communication after!), explicit sexual content, dirty talk, exhibitionism, masturbation (f), oral (f), mentions of oral (m), semi-public sex, penetrative sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, the smut is pure filth
→ a/n: this started as a pwp. and then i added plot. and then i added more plot. and then it became a 30k+ beast. it's about 95% done writing, and then needs editing. 6k+ is just smut and that's what i'm still working on right now *tears*. these horn dogs have fried my brain, so here's a preview in hopes someone can motivate me to finish
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“Can you just—!”
“No.”
Brows furrowing, she pleads, “I only need this small favour.”
Fingertips drumming against the wooden counter, you pray the server hurries with your order. Glancing at your unwanted companion, her name dances on the tip of your tongue— Anna? Annie? Whoever she is, her persistent whining is wearing you thin and you’re not sure you can bear it any longer.
Not sparing another look at her, you respond, “I’m not talking to Taehyung for you.”
“Unbelievable,” she scoffs with a shake of her head. “He’s not yours.”
You arch an eyebrow at the shift in her demeanour, a reaction you've come to anticipate. Having played out this routine with countless girls, this was all-too familiar.
“Excuse me?”
“He doesn’t belong to you.” Her arms are crossed, an eyebrow raised in challenge. “I’d suggest you stop leeching onto him because it’s starting to look pathetic.”
You blink, momentarily speechless.
Moving in with Taehyung seemed like a good idea at the time. Although, you hadn’t realized it would cause a string of issues—such as your current predicament—to unfold months down the line. Not that this happens often, but it’s enough your patience has worn thin.
Once word got around that your roommate was the Taehyung Kim, there’s been a significant increase in the number of glares you receive on campus. Until recently, it was a nuisance you easily brushed off—empty threats that held no weight. Lately, however, people have gotten bolder. Some ask to be introduced, others try to belittle you, and few have even asked for his number.
Blondie in front of you was no different.
You’re grabbing dinner at your favourite burrito place on your way back home from work. And as fate would have it, you encounter her here—a scenario that unfolds with a sense of inevitability. Almost immediately, she tried to butter you up before asking you to persuade Taehyung to respond to her messages. Because, apparently, you control who a grown ass man decides to text.
A long sigh, heavy with thinning patience escapes your lips. “Listen, Annie—!”
Her brows furrow. “Aileen.”
“What?”
“My name is Aileen.”
“Sure.” Dismissing her with a wave, you continue, “I don’t care what you have to say. And, frankly, instead of standing here and making pointless accusations, I’d rather you do me a favour—!”
“That’s gold—!”
“—and take Taehyung.”
Aileen mouth falls slightly ajar, having not expected this to be your response. A smile curls on your lips, but it lacks warmth.
She stammers, confused, “I - what?”
“Have him,” you insist and she merely blinks. “He is unbearable to live with, so please,” —you take a hold of her hands— “get him out of the apartment.”
Her gaze shifts between your entwined hands and your eyes, attempting to decipher your intentions. Unbeknownst to her, you're as genuine as you can possibly be.
On cue, images surge through your mind as a ghastly reminder. A carnal smile, thick and heavy need in your blood, long and slender fingers slick with your desire—!
With a firm shake of your head, you ignore the heat that travels up your neck.
Living with Taehyung took a sudden turn, to say the least.
“O-oh.” Her brows furrow, tilting her head unsure. “I - um. You don’t want him?”
You drop her hands. “Not in the slightest.”
Her brows pinch together more. “Why?”
Muttering, you glance away, “He’s more infuriating than you think.”
As she processes your words, the cashier places your order on the counter, and you offer your gratitude. More so because you can finally end this conversation and go home. Dealing with Taehyung’s frenzy of fans is not how you want to spend your time after an eight hour shift.
Hesitantly, Aileen asks, “Can you still ask Taehyung—!”
“Don’t push it.”
“Right.” She clears her throat, composing herself. “As long as things are cleared up.”
“Crystal.” You salut her with two fingers. “Good luck, though! Rooting for you, sis!”
Not bothering to await her reply, you exit the shop. Thankfully, it’s only a couple of blocks away, and once you're certain she's not trailing behind, you allow yourself to relax. Taking a bite out of your burrito, a sense of relief washes over you at the thought of going home even though home harbours another issue you wish to avoid.
Taehyung.
A frown forms on your lips at the reminder.
Taehyung is unbearable to live with, but it’s not due to him being a horrible roommate. In fact, it’s the opposite; he’s been too good of a roommate. So good that his name became a mantra on your lips while his were on your—nope.
We are not revisiting that.
Five months have passed since your new living arrangement and the solution you devised to fend off impending homelessness somehow, inadvertently, led to unforeseen complications.
Taehyung and you knew each other through a mutual friend. He was a friendly face you would greet in passing on campus, but an eviction notice, a visit to a bar (where he frequents), and a series of shots later, you found yourself sharing a fairly priced apartment with the notorious campus fuck boy.
You don’t recall how you both agreed to this unconventional rooming situation. That night is clouded by the haze of intoxication, but you vaguely remember it had something to do with both of you being in a predicament. He had been searching for a new roommate when you came into the bar giving him—who still barely knew you—a sob story on how your rotten landlord evicted you.
Initially, you were weary of moving in with Taehyung—his reputation preceded him. Every inch and crevice on campus knew about him one way or the other. However, concerns about waking up to unfamiliar girls in your apartment faded as the months passed. Besides the occasional passing exchange with a random girl in the morning, you never really notice anyone over. Taehyung was surprisingly good at ensuring his late-night activities didn’t cross paths with you.
Dare you say it, you’ve come to enjoy living with Taehyung. Minus one teeny, tiny, ridiculous thing.
You hooked-up with him.
A notification from your phone interrupts your thoughts.
joonie: EMERGENCY [10:34 pm]
joonie: i cut my finger making dinner :( [10:34 pm]
maya: is ur dinner okay [10:34 pm]
You chuckle at your friend's reply. Maya's tendency to brush off everything Namjoon said as mere inconveniences is nothing new. It’s how their friendship has been for as long as you’ve known them.
joonie: im bleeding bitch [10:35 pm]
maya: did i ask [10:35 pm]
you: joonie ur a nurse??? [10:35 pm]
joonie: UM student nurse [10:35 pm]
joonie: and am i getting paid to fix me??? [10:35 pm]
you: then don’t complain??? [10:35 pm]
maya: im trying to get laid [10:36 pm]
maya: plz stop texting emergency over irrelevant things [10:36 pm]
joonie: both of u got dick and forgot all ab me [10:36 pm]
you: i have got *nothing* [10:36 pm]
joonie: remind me, y/n [10:36 pm]
joonie: how is NOT sleeping w taehyung going [10:37 pm]
joonie: 🤔🤔🤔 [10:37 pm]
maya: L O L [10:37 pm]
A noise of discontent bubbles in the back of your throat.
For months, Taehyung and you have been playing a game of cat-and-mouse. Harmless flirting that gradually evolved into something more intense.
After a few weeks of living together, you grew unfazed by his superficial flirtation. He uses the same lines on every girl he encounters; the words barely hold any weight. At some point, Taehyung caught on to this and that’s when this game started. At first, he was just being more flirty—still harmless, but more frequent than usual, but when you continued to be unbothered, Taehyung took it as a challenge.
Unfortunately for you, Taehyung loves a challenge, and his eyes were set on you.
Not thinking much of it, you played along, amused by his determination and equally eager to make him squirm. Now, months later, you’re stuck living with the dire consequences.
His words, the way he acts around you—everything about him is different now. Every interaction leaves you breathless and stunned. Your heart works on overdrive the closer he is to you. He’s deliberately pushing all your buttons until you’re a cursing mess.
Taehyung made it his goal to sleep with you—to have you writhing under his touch, and he’s done almost that.
A month ago, you found yourself on your knees, him thick and needy on your tongue just before his fingers were slick with your arousal, mouth hot on your clit. It didn’t get further than that, but everything about your dynamic has changed.
Ever since, he’s been ten times more insufferable and because you are too prideful and too stubborn, you refuse to be the one who bends to the other’s will first. More than that, you’re scared of what will happen if you do.
Unease settles in the pit of your stomach by the time you reach your flat, but you’re too exhausted to let it linger.
As the door shuts behind you, you announce, “I’m home.”
Half expecting a towering figure to appear out of nowhere and ambush you, you cast your gaze across the living room. Much to your surprise, you’re not welcomed by a familiar pair of mischievous brown eyes. For once, it seems Taehyung went to bed at a reasonable hour, sparing you from his arrogance tonight.
To say you’re impressed would be an understatement—!
Thump.
Your hands go flying to your mouth as you muffle a gasp, heart leaping out of your chest at the barely audible sound.
As your heart returns to its regular rhythm, your thoughts whirl in circles, torn between checking it out yourself or leaving the task to your roommate. Just as you're beginning to discern the source of the noise, your eyes widen in realization, and your cheeks flush with warmth—!
“Ah - fuck!”
Sex.
You’re listening to the sound of sex.
Composure dissipating, you press your lips into a thin line and suppress the urge to yell. You glare into the dark abyss.
Gritting your teeth, you stride towards your room. Your mind is clouded with the dozens of things you’ll do to Taehyung if he initiates another round in the dead of the night while you're attempting to sleep—because let's face it, he probably will with that stamina of his.
A groan escapes you, causing you to halt a few paces from your door.
Against your will, your gaze drifts towards Taehyung's room, where his door stands slightly ajar. Fortunately, the narrow opening doesn't reveal anything, yet, the creaking of his bed remains audible, and you suppress the protest that threatens to escape you. He groans, coinciding with the resounding thud of his bed against the walls. It's a sound that makes you wish to claw at your own eardrums, while simultaneously flushing heat to your cheeks.
Kim Taehyung is a dead fucking man.
Shutting your room door behind you, a frown curls on your lips. He is screwing some other girl, a few feet away from you and it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
Taehyung is a man who refuses to be tied down into a relationship for reasons you have yet to figure out. Even if he courts one girl, he’ll still sleep with another; it’s engraved in his nature. And yet, you can’t help but envy the girl who currently commands his attention, as you stand within the confines of your room.
In this moment, the green, ugly monster finds refuge in your heart.
Tonight marks the first instance he’s brought someone over since your fateful evening. You never deluded yourself into thinking he miraculously changed, but a small part of you relished in the notion of his attention being exclusively on you.
Refusing to shower and risk crossing paths with him or his guest, you fall on top of your mattress with a gentle thump, gazing up at the ceiling.
A deep slumber beckons you with open arms.
And that's when you hear it once more. At first, a faint thump, soon followed by a subdued thud.
Facing away from your door, you press a pillow against your ear, hoping your torment ends soon.
Note : I read k-pop idols x reader/ orginal female character fics, so this list is organized keeping that in mind, I do not personally have any issues with other genders, this is just my preference. Thankyou. If you hate unnecessarily, sincerely, no fucks will be given.
(everything is organized by alphabetical order)
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄.
angst .
fluff .
smut .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒.
artist au .
arranged marriage au .
assassin au .
baker au .
bartender au .
BDSM au .
best friend’s brother au .
best friends to lovers au .
best friend’s sister au .
boyfriend au .
camboy au .
camgirl au .
camp counselor au .
CEO au .
chef au .
childhood friends to lovers au .
club au .
college au .
coworker au .
crime au .
dad au .
doctor au .
dancer au .
detective au .
divorce au .
enemies to lovers au .
established relationship au .
exes to lovers au .
fantasy au .
farm au .
father au .
friends to benefits au .
friends to lovers au .
fuckboy au .
fuckgirl au .
forbidden au .
gamer au .
god au .
hitman au .
horror au .
husband au .
hybrid au .
idiots to lovers au .
idol au .
king au .
lawyer au .
mafia au .
magic au .
medical au .
musician au .
neighbours au .
noona au .
one night stand au .
photographer au .
pirates au .
professor au .
prince au .
rich au .
road trip au .
roommate au .
royalty au .
second chance au .
secret relationship au .
sex worker au .
single parent au .
social media au .
songwriter au .
soulmate au .
spy au .
superhero au .
supernatural au .
tattoo artist au .
teacher au .
unrequited love au .
vampire au .
werewolf au .
wife au .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒.
kim namjoon .
kim seokjin .
min yoongi .
jung hoseok .
park jimin .
kim taehyung .
jeon jungkook .
ot7 .
↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.
drama .
hurt/comfort .
magic .
mutual pining .
mystery .
romance .
slow burn .
thriller .
age play .
crack .
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neither strangers, friends or lovers; maybe they’re meant to be the in between
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these days, taehyung realizes he spends most of his time in between your legs and lost in his thoughts — trying to convince himself that he’d rather your body than half of your heart
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pairing:
taehyung + oc
au/genre:
strangers to friends with benefits to lovers ??
slow burn / one sided pining
good girl to fuckgirl!oc + fuckboy!taehyung
crack, and angst
social media au + written scenes
warnings:
love/hate relationships
bad break up / getting over an ex (jimin) aka VMIN FEUD
… BASICALLY THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO THAT PERSON U MET DURING UR HEALING
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