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"do you trust me?" 18 and willing. jeon aladdin jungkook.

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And I want these words to make things right, but it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life

[bangtan]

[bangtan]

[dvjungkook]

〈 ★ █ ▌this is a low ▬ myg + jjk

( dvyoongi )

Even the most skilled had to be caught every once in a while. Or this was what Jeon Jungkook told himself every time he was apprehended by the police. He was lucky enough to wiggle out of it, when it happened, by either playing out his homeless orphan sob story -- fake tears and all -- or by weaving a fantastic story of how he was a troubled youth, but had now seen the error of his ways. Adults ate that shit up. And they also had no way to ID him, so it’d always end in inevitably letting the boy go, assuming he was a minor.

It seemed to be heading that same direction in this particular situation, until he heard the words ‘call your parents’. And even after explaining the whole dead parents thing, the burly policeman refused to let Jungkook go, without an adult accompanying him, stating that it was too dark for a kid to be out and about by himself. Trying to keep  his eyes from rolling out of his skull, he went through his phone’s contacts, attempting to find someone to dig him out of his grave. But he hardly knew any adults, let alone any that could get away with looking like a responsible guardian.

But then eyes fell upon a single phase. #1 hottie. Otherwise known as Min Yoongi. He was a respectable grown-up, who even owned suits. Not to mention the guy he had probably the highest form of a Thing for. These were reasons enough for Jungkook to dial the male’s number, anxiously waiting for him to pick up, and explain what had happened. “H-hyung?” he spoke in a low, jittery tone, attempting to keep the cops from learning that the person on the other line was merely an acquaintance (one who didn’t like him very much at all, actually), rather than a close friend.

“I got in trouble -- can you come get me?” the pout in his voice was evident, and it was probably strange for Yoongi to hear, who only received the naughtier side of Jungkook and his filthy tongue. As he continued telling his story, filled with only slight exaggerations, the police chief tapped him on the shoulder, and casually mentioned, loud enough for him to hear, “Make sure he brings his credit card, so he can pay the damage fees for the store you and your mutt completely destroyed.” Jungkook could only close his eyes in devastation. He hadn’t wanted to tell him that just yet. Or ever, rather.

[dvjungkook]

〈 ★ █ ▌crazy dog ▬ ssw + jjk

( dvseungwan )

There was only one thing Jungkook loved, besides himself, and it wasn’t even a person. One night, while sleeping soundly in an alleyway, he kicked awake, when he heard some rustling sounds coming from his backpack. Unafraid to collect some battle wounds over his possessions, he picked up a nearby broken bottle, ready to attack any perpetrator dumb enough to fuck with him. But instead of a scavenger, he found a white ball of fluff. A small dog, on the verge of starvation, looking for something, anything to eat. It struck a rare chord within the boy, remembering how he used to be in that exact same position not that long ago. Though he refused to share his food with anyone, he dug out some sweet potato and fed it to the animal, offering affection in the form of petting. Thus, they became inseparable.

Except for the few times, when the dog, who was now dubbed Bandit (haha, get it?), would run off.

Most of the time, he obeyed, and could even hold his own against people Jungkook occasionally got into altercations with. But a dog still remained a dog, and could get carried away by his own flighty thoughts, making his owner have to chase him all around town. Sometimes, it’d be easy, toned legs from years of escaping the grasps of all those who attempted to capture him easily carrying him, and his pet would be back to him in a matter of minutes. Then other times, such as today, he’d be running through labyrinth seeming alleyways for what could be hours.

It wasn’t until Bandit ran between a random girl’s legs, that he finally decided to slow down, after being toppled over by said girl. He sat, with a stupid grin on his face, seeming to be completely proud of himself. “Damn dog,” Jungkook muttered through clenched teeth, commanding for him to come sit next to him, “Ugh I’m so sorry about that. I swear he usually behaves. Just likes to run off and be an idiot sometimes. You know how guys can be, I’m sure.” He offered out his hand for the other to grab onto, hoping to ease the awkward and possibly painful situation.

[dvjungkook]

〈 ★ █ ▌rhymin & stealin ▬ bsm + jjk

( sumindv )

Breaking into apartments was far too easy. All one needed was a lock picking kit, which strangely enough, was one of the few things Jungkook had bought in his years of living. But maybe buying it with a stolen credit card disregarded whatever sincerity had been behind the act. It was times like these, where he found himself on his knees outside and jiggling a tension wrench inside a doorknob, with neighbors walking by, as if they had seen nothing, when the teenage was grateful to not have a place of residence. He’d rather give up the comfort of a bed, than have to worry about people trying to steal his things. Because no one ever stole from a homeless person. Those without places to live, they looked out for one another. But in a neighborhood, it was every man for himself. It was rather funny that a thief could have more honor than a normal, law-abiding person.

Even if he was ever dumb enough to want to live somewhere, it certainly wouldn’t be in this place. It was full of stuffy wannabe rich assholes, who stuck their nose up at everything. Not to mention that it was somehow always winter here. What was up with that? Jungkook had no idea, and he didn’t want to stick around to find out. Breaking into Arendelle was a rare occurrence, due to the male not enjoying the feel of the place, but most of the residents had a least a few expensive goods, which he could pawn off. So glove-cloaked hands worked diligently to open one house, the next on his to-do list, and he had almost just gotten it, when footsteps sounded behind him.

Dropping the tools to the ground, with a loud clatter, he stood up, shit-eating grin taking up his entire face. Hands held themselves behind his back, as he faced the woman, who he assumed lived in the place he was currently trying to break into. He kicked the tools into a nearby bush, hoping they’d still be there at a later time, when he’d come back to retrieve them. “Did you call for a plumber? There’s been a report of leaks in the area--” he muttered carelessly, trying to avoid the familiar looking girl’s gaze.

[dvjungkook]

〈 ★ █ ▌hail to the thief ▬ ahy + jjk

( dvheeyeon ) 

Street’s like a jungle -- so call the police. Relying on a stolen MP3 player and stolen headphones for music was certainly interesting. Thankfully, Jungkook was open-minded, and didn’t mind the Alternative sounds from before he was alive blasting through his ears. In fact, he had grown used to, and even enjoyed, the variety of sounds the small device offered him. He almost felt bad for snatching it up, from an older gentleman, in the first place. Almost being the key word. Sometimes, he dreamed of giving it back to the person in question, and telling him ‘thanks for the tunes’, but that would definitely not go over well. After being on the streets for as long as he had, he learned a few things, and giving back what was once taken was never a welcome gesture, no matter how seemingly kind it was. Once a thief, always a thief, once a poor boy, always a poor boy. This was the life Jungkook led, and he was more than perfectly fine with it.

The best place to steal, by far, was the line of shops set up outside for tourists and bored locals. It was crowded, which made for easy pick-pocketing, and best of all, everyone forgot his face, no matter how often he came through. It was easy to forgive and forget a handsy teenager, with an innocent seeming profile, though no innocence remained at all within Jeon Jungkook. Most adults would just mutter ‘oh, he’s just a kid, let his parents take care of him’, before brushing him off. And a swift kick to the face would take care of most menacing ones. As was beginning to become habit, he didn’t even have anything he needed, not really. More of a compulsion to nick people’s belongings from under their feet and sneak off with whatever it was. But money was always nice, he thought to himself, as he scoped out everyone, stuck to each other, like gum to the bottom of your shoe.

Never did he have a particular target in mind, just someone who looked unobservant and as if they couldn’t run very fast or far. He didn’t even notice how stunning this random girl was, when his fingers dug into her front pocket, wallet in between clenched fingers, before running off at high-speed in the opposite direction. Maybe he wouldn’t have stolen from her, if he had known. But such hopeful thoughts in the vicinity of Jungkook were doubtful at most. Usually, he was the best at weaving in and out out of crowds. Today, they seemed even more abundant, and it wasn’t very long, until he got stuck, nervous eyes trying not to look behind him, in hopes that the woman hadn’t noticed her missing wallet. “Shit.”

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“Yes.” She replies simply, a sly smile on her lips. “It’s my job.” There was a.. fire, if you will, in the younger male that amused her greatly. A brow raises at his comment, chuckling as she places a hand under her chin. “I suppose, but you have to be around to do so. So, Jungkook, are you going to take me up on my offer?” The raven haired questions, imitating the exact tone he’d used on her. “I have a free bed. And couch. Two beds actually but that’s your own choice. I also have food, and I know how you boys love to eat.” The woman takes a few steps forward, circling him, a hand reaching out to run over his shoulder. “I think that’s quite generous an offer.” 

[dvjungkook]

“Well then, you deserve a raise, since you managed to find me,” he replied nonchalantly, fingers weaving through dirty black threads, quite full of himself. As if it was truly a feat to pull the boy in, who willingly wandered in anyone’s home as he pleased, despite the warnings his mother gave him about strangers and their intentions. At the mild age of eighteen, Jungkook was aware that his own wants and needs synced up with those he was told to avoid. Ga-in was mysterious, and despite his expert leveled people reading skills, he had a difficult time placing a finger on her. But he was willing to find out. “Aw, I can’t stay in your bed with you? That’s true. There are a lot of things that I love to eat.” Tongue flicked out to swipe across bottom lip, not even trying to be subtle about what he meant. Gingerly, his hand wrapped around the woman’s wrist, smirk refusing to leave his expression. “It is, and I’d be happy to take you up on it. Though I’d love to do something for you in return.” And he smiled, as if truly grateful for her generosity, and he was, but his dubious urges always outweighed his sincerity.

[dvsehun-blog]

[txt - kookie] If I didn’t love you I’d say you were creepy

[txt - kookie] except guess what

[txt - kookie] you are 💕💕

[txt - kookie] but tbh people jerking it to me is a real compliment so thanks

[txt - kookie] you weird and beautiful little person

[dvjungkook]

[ ✉ ➨ booty.mp3 ] it’s ok i’m completely aware of the fact that i’m creepy

[ ✉ ➨ booty.mp3 ] but i’m so hot that it works out right?

[ ✉ ➨ booty.mp3 ] i think so too i’ll make sure to tell you more often

[ ✉ ➨ booty.mp3 ] wow rude -- i’m not that little! 

[dvjungkook]

dvseungwan replied to your post “( txt ) oh no i'm not doing that again.”

( txt: not john ) you were filthy dirty, how could you expect me to not force you into the tub?

( txt: not john ) oh good god. just....control yourself, my love--

[ ✉ ➨ big sis ] but i can bathe myself -- i don’t need help!

[ ✉ ➨ big sis ] uhmmm i’ve never been naked in front of anyone before and a hot girl was touching me it’s sort of impossible!!! 

[vmxhyeri-deactivated20151230]

( sms // jailbait ) you could easily pass for fifteen, so it’s still a possibility.

( sms // jailbait ) i don’t– ..STOP.

( sms // jailbait ) a real man wouldn’t steal a lady’s precious vibrator from her dresser! good thing i don’t have one. heh.

[dvjungkook]

[ ✉ ➨ hello nurse ] except -- you know -- i have id and all so that would keep you from going to jail

[ ✉ ➨ hello nurse ] and are you planning to bone me in public where police can see us? i could get down with that i guess

[ ✉ ➨ hello nurse ] you don’t? why not? you know some girls prefer how they feel to dicks and whatnot. want me to steal you one?

[dvyoongi-blog-blog]

[text; fuckboy] what did i do in a past life to deserve this

[text; fuckboy] there’s tons of people in the town who have at least one hand

[text; fuckboy] why am i the chosen one

[text; fuckboy] this is a question that keeps me up at night

[dvjungkook]

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] idk something really good apparently

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] please -- don’t flatter yourself babe

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] i talk to everyone like this

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] i just want your hands on me the most! 💕

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] isn’t that nice? 🌟💫🌟

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] does it keep you up at night because it turns you on?

[derrisive-deactivated20151110]

A laugh, smooth as velvet in its intention escapes parted lips. “Mm. You won’t. I have a habit of picking up strays apparently but it’s not so bad.” Deep maroon nails reach out, an offering of safety, reassurance. “What’s your name? You can call me Gain.” She’s pensive, yet curious about the boy who managed to slip into her hands, metaphorically speaking. It was a habit to take care of those who needed it most. Maybe it was because she saw a bit of herself in them. 

[dvjungkook]

“Oh -- so then you pick up young, good looking boys off the street on the regular then?” he retorted, any sense of formality from previous statements completely disintegrated. It never took much, no more than a few words, for Jungkook’s ears to perk up, and lay it on thick. His appearance was that of an innocent child, but his thoughts, actions, and language were anything but. “My name is Jungkook. Can I call you noona?” Purred out name slipped past jutted out bottom lip, pouting in order to seem much cuter than he actually was, in reality.

[dvsehun-blog]

[txt - kookie] pffft

[txt - kookie] I didn’t know this was a trading nudes situation

[txt - kookie] I thought this was just a sent out of the kindness of your heart situation

[txt - kookie] but fine ok good thing I’m not shy

[txt - kookie] attached: image

[txt - kookie] there, sweetheart, now tell me how beautiful I am xoxo

[dvjungkook]

[ ✉ ➨ booty.mp3 ] i never do anything out of the kindness of my heart 👿

[ ✉ ➨ booty.mp3 ] bless you  💕💖💕

[ ✉ ➨ booty.mp3 ] you’re stunning! ethereal even!  

[ ✉ ➨ booty.mp3 ] i’m gonna be jerking it to this for weeks

[dvyoongi-blog-blog]

[text; fuckboy] wow i feel honoured that a little shitface is trying to flirt with me via britney lyrics

[text; fuckboy] that’s sarcasm btw

[text; fuckboy] you have hands why do i have to do it

[dvjungkook]

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] wow you’re welcome! it is an honor isn’t it?

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] .....................

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] quit playing games with my heart.mp3

[ ✉ ➨ #1 hottie ] uhm because yours would feel better obviously

[dvsehun-blog]

⋆☠veritable☠⋆ ⟨⟨jungkook&sehun⟩⟩

Sehun groaned softly as he stepped away from the apartment building, irritation clouding his judgment and his mind. He was in need of some kind of distraction, and considering the fact that he was a little drunk, he only managed to walk around in a circle. “Fuck where am I?” he mumbled to himself, eying the street with a wary gaze. He knew most of the streets, most of the locations people normally hung out in. But it was proving a bit beyond him in his condition.

However, after a moment of deciding he perhaps needed to just lay down - and therefore choosing an alley to do so in - he was surprised to see someone there. Even more so, someone familiar. “Jungkook…” he greeted with a halfhearted wave. Having spent so much of his time lurking the streets and serving clients in such questionable places, he ended up becoming rather acquainted with those who spent their lives out there. “Hey, imagine finding you here,” he chuckled.

“I’m a little drunk, I have to warn you,” he said and moved to go sit down in the alleyway with the other. “But I have had…like the worst day. I mean like first of all I had to go see a client like this morning? Hello, I don’t do mornings. Anyway, but aside from that I just got back from this other guy and he fucking sucked. And like, not even in a good way. So I’m just so done and then he ended up getting me a little drunk and now I don’t remember where I live?” he finished with a sigh, tilting his head back to lay against the wall. He was halfway aware that it only made some amount of sense, skirting around details and making questionably vague references.

[dvjungkook]

Most looked down on a person, who weaved their way in and out of the alleyway, as if harmed by the sunlight’s rays, and preferring to creep under the moon’s illuminating glow. While this was partially true for one Jeon Jungkook, he didn’t mind the judgement he received from various passerby. Never had, never would. This was the way he chose to live, because having a house, having roommates, or whatever, that was all garnered attachments, which was the last thing he wanted. All he wanted was his name, and his dog, who he smiled down gratefully at, while cutting off a slice of stolen apple for him. The skittering of happy paws, on the gravel beneath them, was all he needed to be complete and happy.

The evening had been uneventful, passing hot and slow like molasses sliding down a tree trunk, but there was always time for something unexpected, especially considering the city in which he lived. And it came in the form of Oh Sehun, a well-known prostitute and a semi-acquaintance, that he found himself enamored with, for various aesthetic reasons. While the male tended to slink around the dark corners he was familiar with, Jungkook didn’t expect for him to stumble in drunk and attempt to sleep there. He seemed the type to be too fussy to sleep on anything less than what he figured he deserved, which was the best. Not that the boy, who routinely dreamed of riches and down feather beds despite his rugged reputation, could blame him.

But it all became clear once the elder actually sat down next to him. He was completely smashed, and probably couldn’t see two feet in front of him. Of course, he was no stranger to drunkards, and had slumped into that stage a few times himself, so Jungkook remained relatively calm, large, innocent seeming eyes locked onto Sehun’s glossed over gaze. Alcohol-laced confessions were normal here, and he had collected many stories, which he kept locked away for reminiscing or possible future blackmail material. But for now, he merely listened, nodding as if he understood the pain of a incompetent lover, though truly, he had no idea. “Hmm,” he hummed, in thought, “Do you want me to walk you home, hyung?”

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