Eli’s Library

A library for all my fav fanfics

[eliess]

Welcome to my library! I’ll be sharing lists of fanfics I’ve enjoyed, my favourites and new finds. I started this to organise everything as it became overwhelming. I hope my lists help anyone searching for new fanfics to enjoy. Happy reading!🫶🏾

Jeon Jungkook ★

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[jung-koook]

this is sweet 🥹

[eliess]

Exams are coming up, but I have no motivation to study lol. I just have the urge to start ten different hobbies when I’m supposed to be studying🫩

Also I’ve been kind of in a reading slump lately so that’s why I haven’t read much or updated my lists in a while…

[cupidsbling]

The bad twin | 전정국

as your boyfriend hungrily makes the most passionate love to you, you soon come to the realisation that it's his trouble-making twin brother instead – the 'bad boy' who intrigues you more than anything, the one who often corrupts your thoughts – the man who secretly obsesses over you.

genre – secret pining au, angst, fluff, smut.

pairing – bf's twin brother jungkook x fem reader.

warnings – oc's boyfriend is a dick, cheating, jk is secretly obsessed with oc and a little pervy, explicit language, mentions of intimacy between oc and her boyfriend, a lot of smut between oc and jk (will add specific details in the chapter)

note – had 1k words of this in my drafts for over a year, but after reading and OBSESSING over @wintrbears The wife Trap, I've been extremely motivated finish it up hehe. (thank you for beautiful story and some inspiration, queen!!!)

lmk if anyone wants to be tagged. will post this lil oneshot next month!!

[wintrbears]

YESSSS MORE TWIN JUNGKOOK YUMMINESS 🤤 I’M SO READY TO EAT THIS UP!!!

[eliess]

OMGG!! IM SEATEDDD🤭🤭

[kookooluvr]

OUR LITTLE LIFE | JJK

moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.

tags: drabbleseries, sliceoflife!au, establishedrelationship!au, married!au, pregnancy!au, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader

rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !

status: ongoing

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01: the one where date night goes wrong (5.5k)

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with reheated chicken nuggets," Jungkook retorts playfully, shooting you a smirk before returning his attention to the road. "But I definitely prefer you in this dress over my old hoodies."

02: the one where jungwoo is sick (3.6k)

Jungkook knows he'll be okay, and that colds and flues are completely normal, but his fatherly instincts make him want to strangle those germs for making his little boy sick.

03: the one with the lap dance (6.7k)

Jungkook might not be a professional stripper of any kind, but he's your husband, and he's about to remind you exactly who you married.

04: the one where jungwoo turns two (6.3k)

Love. The kind that grows in mundane tasks and explodes in big milestones. The type of love that makes a man want to give his whole world to one tiny, smiling boy with round eyes and dimples and sticky hands.

05: the one with the ultrasound (10.1k)

You both wanted a big family when you got married, and it was only a matter of time before you fell pregnant again. And you're overjoyed to bring another little one into the world, but the first trimester of both your first and second pregnancies have proven to be a firm reminder of how challenging it can be at times.

[jksarchives]

MIDNIGHT HOME▕ series masterlist

Loving you was never part of the responsibility he accepted, but it became his greatest strength and his greatest flaw. And the more he loved you, the clearer the truth became. Villains don’t just target the hero, they target the people he cares about. So when the choice is no longer about just saving the city, but about protecting you, Jungkook is forced to make the hardest decision of his life. Love becomes the one thing he cannot afford to keep, and to keep you safe from the shadows that come with being Spider-Man, he chooses to walk away and let you go.

⟢ PAIRING; jungkook x reader

⟢ GENRE; marvel au, action, angst, romance, smut, humour

⟢ TAGS; spider-man jk au, established relationship, lovers to strangers to lovers, university students, jk is in LOVE love, emotional, nursing student reader, biochemistry major jk, THIS JK, warnings: minor sexual content, triggering/sensitive themes, epileptic seizures, reader has epilepsy, a lot of action and violence, blood/injuries [specified warnings will be highlighted in each chapters]

⟢ WORDCOUNT; TBD

CHAPTER INDEX

prologue — when it all began

chapter one — the illusion of ‘perfect’

chapter two — the agony of letting go

chapter three — when the city burns

chapter four — what webs can’t save

chapter five — when the spider breaks

epilogue — the fight never ends

join taglist: CLOSED ↪︎ main masterlist

a/n; i’m alive and I’m cooking something [updates will be slow so please bare with me] TOOK ME SO LONG TO CREATE THE HEADER OMFG

[kryia-g]

Love Maze | JJK | Masterlist

Pair: Hybrid Bunny Jungkook x F Reader 

Summary: Y/N is someone who never planned to adopt a hybrid—until she meets Jungkook, a withdrawn rabbit hybrid feared by everyone at the shelter. She brings him home thinking it’ll be a quiet fresh start, but strange signs soon appear: a scar on his neck, panic around cars, and someone suddenly digging into his records.

When threats begin to surface, Y/N realises Jungkook wasn’t simply abandoned—he was taken, tracked, and never meant to stay free. With no power or connections, she’s forced to fight in the only way she can: by refusing to give him back, and protecting him with everything she has.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid

Warnings: angst, abuse, smut (feel free to tell me if I missed out anything!)

Tags: @esposadomd @faelvz @svnk1ssd @toskaesuriennt @somehowukook @fluffysheepmaster @svnbangtansworld @teardoong @wonznme @smoljimjim @ttipa @untitled37315 @forevermoon1306 @juju-227592 @cigdoposex @lovejkmilitarywife @mikrokookiex @luckyruinswonderland @jungkooknippleanddicksucker

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Teaser 1

Teaser 2

Mini Teaser

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Epilogue

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[gl00s]

༘⋆ to whatever end.☘︎ ݁˖. • J.Jk x Reader

series masterlist

Summary - For years, they existed in the space between friendship and love, too close to be platonic, yet never enough to be real. He treated her like she was his in private, only to pull away the moment things became too serious.

The night she finally chose to walk away from the man who once consumed her entire world, she carried something else with her too.

Four years later, a little girl, or fate perhaps—bring them back to each other.

Genre : second chance romance, unrequited love (at first), slow burn, accidental pregnancy, Friends → strangers → lovers, angst, fluff

Themes : emotionally unavailable! Jungkook , unlabeled relationship, friends with benefits(kind of), fear of commitment, one-sided devotion, accidental pregnancy, absent father (he doesn’t know), girl dad! Jungkook, second chances, yearning, found family, angst with happy ending

Chapters :

Chapter1 - The gravity between them.

31.05.26 wc: 4.7k

Chapter2 - In Another Life.

coming 04.06.26

Chapter3 -

Chapter4 -

Chapter5 -

Taglist : Please comment, dm or ask to be in the taglist <3.

Note : Hii! so happy to be back:) How are you guys doing? This story might flop but it is what it is. I hope you all like it.🫶🏼

[jeonqverse]

✧・゜midnight cravings ── jjk. (m)

when your insomnia leads you to the 24-hour convenience store at 3am, you don’t expect to find a tattooed cashier with an eyebrow piercing and a smile that makes your stomach flip.

pairing. jeon jungkook x fem!reader genre & au. convenience store!au, smut, pwp

word count. 1.9k+ warnings. mdni ✶ explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving)

notes. it’s been a while 😭 i’m so so busy these days but new fics coming soon. till then enjoy this 🥹

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the fluorescent lights of the 24-hour convenience store hum overhead as you push open the door, the little bell chiming your arrival at 3:17 am. insomnia has been your unwelcome companion for three weeks now, and wandering the empty streets until your eyes droop has become your new routine.

“rough night?” a deep voice asks from behind the counter.

you look up to find him leaning against the register, tattooed arms crossed over his chest. the cashier with the full sleeve of intricate designs and the silver eyebrow piercing that catches the light just right. you’ve been coming here every night for the past week, always during his shift.

“something like that,” you manage, pushing your hair back from your face. you’re wearing your ratty sleep shorts and an oversized hoodie, looking like a ghost of your daytime self.

he nods, eyes softening. “same here. third night in a row.”

you grab a basket and start wandering the aisles, grabbing ramen, strawberry milk, and those chocolate-covered pretzels you’ve become addicted to. when you return to the counter, he’s already bagging someone else’s items—a drunk businessman who nearly trips on his way out.

“that’s it for tonight,” jungkook says, locking the door behind the last customer and flipping the open sign to closed. “just us now.”

your heart does this little fluttery thing it’s been doing every time you talk to him. you’ve learned bits and pieces about him over your nightly visits. he’s 23, studying graphic design, works the graveyard shift to pay tuition, has a pet dog named bam.

“big night for pretzels?” he asks, scanning your items with practiced efficiency.

“they help me sleep,” you lie. they just help you pass the time until dawn.

“right,” he says, but his smile tells you he knows you’re full of shit. “hey, i’m about to take my break. want to join me in the back? i make a mean instant ramen.”

you shouldn’t. you barely know him beyond these brief interactions, but there’s something about the way he looks at you, like you’re the most interesting person in this sleepy town at 3 am.

“sure,” you hear yourself say before you can overthink it.

the storage room is surprisingly cozy, with a small table, mini fridge, and a hot pot. he moves efficiently, boiling water and adding the ramen packets, his tattoos shifting with his movements.

“so what keeps you up at night?” he asks, sliding a steaming bowl toward you.

“just... thoughts,” you say vaguely. “you?”

“deadlines,” he says, stirring his own ramen. “and maybe too much caffeine during the day.”

you eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the slurping of noodles the only sound. it’s nice—this unexpected intimacy in the fluorescent-lit back room of a convenience store.

“can i ask you something?” he says suddenly, putting down his chopsticks.

you nod, mouth full of noodles.

“why do you keep coming here every night? there’s a 24-hour store closer to your apartment, i’ve seen it.”

you swallow hard. how do you admit that it’s because of him? that seeing his smile has become the highlight of your sleepless nights?

“i like the selection here,” you say weakly.

he leans forward, elbows on the table, and you notice how his eyes crinkle when he smiles. “right. and it has nothing to do with my charming personality?”

heat floods your cheeks. “maybe a little.”

“good,” he says, looking pleased. “because i’ve been hoping that’s why.”

the air shifts between you, thick with unspoken words. his gaze drops to your lips, and you find yourself leaning closer without meaning to.

“i should—” you start, but he cuts you off by closing the distance.

his lips are soft, tasting of artificial chicken flavor and something uniquely him. it’s gentle at first, questioning, but when you respond, it deepens into something more confident. his hand finds your waist, pulling you closer, and you’re suddenly aware of every point of contact between your bodies.

“i’ve wanted to do that since your third visit,” he says when you break apart, breathless.

“why didn’t you?”

“didn’t want to scare you off,” he admits, thumb stroking your side. "you seem like the type to run."

“maybe,” you say, but you’re not running. in fact, you’re pressing closer, wanting more.

the second kiss is different—hungrier and more urgent. his tongue slides against yours, and you make this embarrassing little sound that seems to encourage him. his other hand comes up to cup your face, thumb stroking your jaw as he tilts your head to deepen the kiss.

when his hand slips under your hoodie, you gasp into his mouth. his fingers are warm against your skin, tracing patterns on your back. you’ve never been so turned on so quickly, your body responding to his touch like it’s been waiting for this.

“we shouldn’t,” you say even as you’re pulling him closer.

“no one’s coming in until 6,” he murmurs against your neck, lips trailing down to your collarbone. “plenty of time.”

his words are like gasoline on a fire. you’ve never done anything like this—spontaneous, reckless, in the back room of a convenience store with someone you barely know. but it feels right, somehow, in this sleepless bubble you’ve been living in.

he lifts you onto the table, and your legs wrap around his waist automatically. the position is awkward, your ass pressing against the hard surface, but you don’t care. all that matters is the way he’s looking at you, like you’re something precious and edible at the same time.

“you’re so fucking hot,” he says, and it’s so direct it makes your chest ache.

no one’s called you hot in months, not since you broke up with your ex. you’ve been feeling frumpy and undesirable, your insomnia only making things worse. but jungkook looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen.

his hands slide up your thighs, pushing your sleep shorts aside. you’re not wearing underwear—too lazy to bother when you’re just stumbling around your apartment at night, and his eyes darken when he realizes it.

“fuck,” he breathes, fingers tracing your folds. “you’re already so wet.”

you can only nod, embarrassed by how quickly he’s affected you. his thumb finds your clit, and you jolt, a whimper escaping your lips.

“shhh,” he says with a grin. “don’t want the security cameras to hear.”

you laugh, but it turns into a moan as he slides a finger inside you. his movements are practiced, confident, like he knows exactly what he’s doing. you’re so sensitive from weeks without touch that it doesn’t take long before you’re squirming on his hand.

“please,” you gasp, not even sure what you’re asking for.

he gets it anyway, dropping to his knees in front of you. the sight of him between your legs, tattoos on full display, is almost enough to make you come right then. his first lick is tentative, but when you respond with a choked moan, he grows bolder.

his tongue is magic, swirling and flicking in just the right ways. he’s good at this—really good.

“jungkook,” you whimper, fingers tangling in his hair.

he hums against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through your body. his fingers join his tongue, curling inside you as he sucks on your clit. it’s too much and not enough all at once, and you can feel yourself getting close embarrassingly fast.

“don’t stop,” you beg, hips grinding against his face.

he doesn’t, doubling his efforts until you’re seeing stars behind your eyelids. your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your back arching as you cry out his name. he doesn’t stop until you’re pushing him away, oversensitive.

“fuck,” you breathe, collapsing back against the table. “that was…”

“yeah?” he asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

you nod, unable to form words as he stands up, undoing his jeans. his cock springs free, and your mouth waters at the sight. he’s bigger than you expected, thick and curved, with a bead of precum at the tip.

“condom?” you ask, voice shaky.

“shit,” he says, freezing. “i don’t—i wasn’t expecting—”

“it’s okay,” you say quickly. “i’m on the pill. and i’m clean.”

he searches your face for a moment, then nods. “me too.”

that’s all the confirmation you need before you’re pulling him closer, guiding him to your entrance. he pushes in slowly, and you both groan at the stretch.

it’s been too long since you’ve been with anyone like this, and the feeling of him filling you is overwhelming in the best way. he pauses once he’s fully inside, giving you time to adjust, his forehead resting against yours.

“okay?” he asks, voice strained.

you nod, unable to speak. his hands grip your hips, and when he starts to move, you see stars. his thrusts are slow at first, deliberate, like he’s savoring every moment. the table creaks beneath you, a rhythmic protest to your activities.

“faster,” you manage to gasp out, and he obliges.

his pace quickens, hips snapping against yours. the storage room fills with the sounds of your breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and your increasingly desperate moans. you’ve never been this loud during sex before, but something about jungkook makes you lose all inhibitions.

“you feel so good,” he grits out, his rhythm faltering slightly. “so fucking tight.”

his words send another jolt of pleasure through you. you wrap your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. the angle changes, and he hits that spot inside you that makes your vision go white.

“right there,” you whimper. “don’t stop.”

and he listens, focusing his efforts on that sensitive area until you’re trembling beneath him. your second orgasm builds quickly, more intense than the first. when it hits, you dig your nails into his shoulders, crying out his name as your walls clench around him.

“fuck,” he groans, his movements becoming erratic. “i’m gonna—”

“inside,” you say before you can think better of it. “come inside me.”

his eyes widen at your words, and with a final thrust, he buries himself deep, spilling into you with a guttural moan. the feeling of him pulsing inside you prolongs your orgasm, leaving you both breathless and trembling.

for a moment, you just stay like that, him still inside you, your foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath. the fluorescent lights hum above, a reminder of where you are—having sex in the back room of a convenience store with a man you barely know.

he pulls out first, leaving you feeling suddenly empty. you watch as he uses a paper towel to clean himself up, then tosses it in the trash. you slide off the table, your legs shaky, and straighten your clothes.

“well,” he says, breaking the silence. “that was unexpected.”

you nod, grabbing your bag of snacks from the floor. “yeah.”

“i should get back to work,” he says, already moving toward the door. “my break’s almost over.”

“right,” you say, following him out.

he unlocks the door and flips the sign back to open. the first rays of dawn are starting to appear outside, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. you pay for your items, the transaction feeling strangely normal after what just happened.

“see you around,” he says as you head for the door.

“maybe,” you reply, pushing open the door and stepping out into the early morning air.

as you walk home, the bag of snacks swinging at your side, you realize something. you’re not tired anymore. not even a little bit. and as you glance back at the convenience store, you wonder if you’ll be back tomorrow night. maybe you will, maybe you won’t. for now, that’s enough.

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[honeywithcake]

ABOVE THE SHEETS .✦ ݁˖ JJK (M)

pairing — ceo jungkook x secretary oc (named minseo)

genre — one night hookup turned into affair, infidelity (he’s married and cheating on his wife), smut, angst.

warning —depressed, lost and sexually frustated jungkook, mention of miscarriage, marital problems, drunk hookup, boob sucking, brief blowjob, bold and initiative oc, vague description of their first time hookup, unprotected sex, oral. (f receiving), brief cock grinding, needy jungkook x equally needy oc, drunk consensual sex, top! jungkook, bottom!oc, creampie.

Jeon Jungkook was a man of god.

He believed every good thing in his life was a fragment of the prayers and faith he held in his religion. He strongly believed that was also the reason behind his massive rise in the business market.

From a young age he carried an optimistic and honest outlook in life; this was why he was more capable and forward than his peers.

He didn’t take anything for granted. His life had been structured and disciplined ever since he was a young lad. He grew up in a Catholic household, with hard working middle-class parents who taught him to be truthful and to keep close what you cherish. He’s abided that throughout 32 years of living.

He was, is and will remain a man of strong morals, ethics, and unbreakable values.

That was until Jung Minseo stumbled into his picturesque life like a turbulent tsunami.

She wasn’t his secretary, but she was assigned as an acting assistant…at least that’s what Kyungsu, his advisor told him.

To him she was a mere employee just like the rest, he always tried his level best to remember every employees name but it was impossible. Usually his employees didn't take it personally when they had to reintroduce themselves, yet Minseo was a woman who didn’t accept being forgotten or ignored especially by Jungkook, her adonis looking boss, she made sure that wherever she went or passed by people would remember her, take notice of her, and it was no doubt the male species in the office were drawn to her like moth to a flame.

She had this naturally alluring charisma.

Yet, Jungkook was one of the few people to not give into her practiced charm, her red lipstick, her tight little skirts and those cheap low cut blouses... they did nothing to entice him, never.

She could never compete against his Mirae.

Mirae could be wearing a decade old oversized tee, that had holes in it and he would get rock hard and needy for her.

It wasn't about the clothes, it was about the focus, the feelings.

Jungkook knew he was a lucky bastard, and that he must have done some great deed in his past seven lives to be granted with someone as pure hearted, breathtakingly beautiful as Mirae.

He knew she deserved better but too bad, he’s greedy.

Nobody could compete against his Mirae.

So, Minseo’s feeble little attempts to grasp his attention, or make him converse with her outside work related topic only amused him.

She was one audacious woman.

He didn’t pay heed to her stares or her flirty remarks, brushing her off with one stern look and a firm voice, albeit with her persistence he soon realised it were no different from giving directions to a blind woman.

He didn’t understand where that boldness came from.

Everyone in this company knew about his marriage.

Mirae’s beauty was a

She had seen that picture on his desk.

The ring on his left finger.

It was absurd to even let the thought exist in his mind.

Not when he was blessed with Mirae’s companionship, she had built this company with him.

She believed in him when everyone told him his dreams were too “unrealistic” and “unattainable”.

She was his ray of sunlight, his anchor, his comfort when life turned chaotic, and the object of all his desires.

Yet these days, even his love was beginning to fracture under major pressure.

He knew for a fact that marriage wasn’t an easy task, it was a commitment he made under the church, he had sworn in the name of the holy bible to love Mirae till he’s buried and resting in the grave but he was only human.

Mirae and Jungkook had been having constant arguments, disagreements mostly regarding his mother, who began pushing Mirae for a grandchild not long after another miscarriage, even though his dear mother was aware the emotional wreckage it did to him and Mirae. He stood by his wife as much as he could, yet it still wasn’t enough because at the end of the day his mother was getting old now, he understood where they came from even if he didn’t agree with her 100%, yet Mirae always puts him in a position where he’s given an ultimatum.

Do you agree with me or your mother?

How can you be so normal with her after she treated me like that?

Why couldn’t she understand that just because his mother told her to conceive and try again, doesn’t mean they actually need to do it and make it happen, at least as long as Mirae’s not ready.

As if the pressure from his demanding job wasn’t enough, she began to place the blame on him for her miscarriage, completely discarding the equal amount of pain he felt at loosing his unborn child.

He wanted to be a father desperately.

It’s been one of his greatest dreams.

He hated how insensitive Mirae was being to his loss, he couldn’t sleep for a year straight…remembering their unborn baby everytime he’d pass by the nursery they had both painted trembling from joy & excitement of their first born, yet it was snatched away from him just as quickly, he hated how Mirae acted like he didn’t have to go to therapy because of the mental toll it took on him.

It was his breaking point.

He had never felt more wounded and misunderstood.

He vaguely remembers that it was one month after their 5th anniversary, he had a massive fight with Mirae about the same old topic yet this time it wasn't his mother but his aunt who pushed Mirae's buttons.

It was the worst fight they ever had in five years of marriage, it ended with her storming out of the house and threatening divorce.

He had a hard time breathing, her words stung so deep, he didn't know how else to react other than choking on his own sobs.

'You used to be my happiness once, Jungkook, now you're a reminder of the pain I endure everyday. I can't even look at you.'

He would never forget these words.

3 days had passed since then.

And Mirae wasn't home.

What if she meant it?

What if she asks for a divorce?

After another episode of a bad nightmare, he shot up awake, reaching for his phone, spamming texts that were left unread and calls that were left unanswered, he reached to his last resort and called his sister-in-law, and to his greatest relief Mirae was at her house and wanted to be left alone.

And he had no other choice but to accept defeat to her wish.

With a heavy chest, he forced a composed face and arrived at the company party hosted by his business partner. He had forgotten it was Sunday; it was late in the evening.

He drank himself to the brink at the bar, words slipping, vision blurred, while he sank into his solitude. The jazz music was soft, almost sensual.

Someone sat beside him. He turned to his left to find a beaming Minseo, her dark eyes dancing across his face.

It began with awkward one-line questions and hesitant stuttering from Minseo. He was drunk enough not to push her away; surprisingly, he found himself tolerating her presence or rather enjoying it.

Hours passed as he drifted into conversation with her. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so light, with no weight pressed against his chest. She smelled ridiculously pleasant, he couldn't help but move closer, her voice was low and unhurried, and there was a childlike glimmer in her eyes that pulled him in. He didn’t realize how close they had become until their noses brushed, and her eyes slowly closed. He leaned in until their lips hovered mere inches apart.

“Mister Jeon, are you alright?” Minseo breathed, her nose brushing his, waiting.

Her hand moved up and down in chest in a comforting motion.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the voices in his head.

He haven't been touched that gently in a long time.

He hasn't felt loved in a long time.

Lately he only felt like a failure.

He just wanted to be free from the pain, the heaviness pressing down on his chest.

And she was offering him exactly what he needed.

“No, but I think you can help me get alright, Miss Jung…”

And her glossy lips engulfed his with a fiery passion.

⏔⏔⏔꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱⏔⏔⏔꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

When he woke at dawn in that unfamiliar bedroom, with a the strong smell of bellies, his consciousness returned in shards. He jerked up, eyes widened at his naked form, and the equally naked back of an unfamiliar woman laying down next to him, all he felt was disbelief, rage, and shame followed in equal measure.

He didn’t dare look twice at the woman asleep. His stood up on shaky legs, hands trembling as he dressed and left like a fugitive.

The woman he slept with wasn’t…Mirae.

Hell.

It wasn’t even his house to begin with.

He was so drunk, he couldn’t remember an ounce of yesterday’s occasion no matter how hard he tried to.

Mirae.

No.

No.

No.

He rushed back home in a yellow taxi, his teeth biting into his lips to stop the sob wanting to break free from his throat, the thought of Mirae coming back to their home, waiting for him even though it was 6AM barely crossed his mind.

He roughly typed into the passcode and slammed the entrance door open.

He barged into the shower, tearing the shirt & pant off his skin like the fabric burned him.

Hypothetically, it did burn his chest.

He sobbed, his chest heaving as he shouted, fist slamming onto the wall repeatedly until his knuckles turned sore and bloody. He didn’t give a single fuck.

He sounded like an animal as he cried while violently scrubbing away the invisible remnants of his dark deed. He spent two hours under the scalding water until his hands wrinkled like soaked paper and his skin bore bruises from his own desperation.

It wasn’t wife.

He screamed.

He wailed.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

How?

Why did it happen to him?

How could he lose control?

How would he face Mirae now?

Would he even reveal this to her?

Would she understand that he was completely unconscious?

Would she even believe him?

He leaned against the wall, his body and hair wet, he closed his eyes taking in a deep breath flinching when someone knocked on the door.

“Honey…I'm so sorry, please open the door.”

His knees almost gave up.

He didn’t deserve to be called so lovingly.

Not after this.

‘You should slap me, Mirae.’

'You set me off in a fire.'

He thought.

He exhaled.

Three times.

Before he gathered the courage to see her, it was the great fear of losing her that gave him the strength, he needed to see Mirae, hug her and make sure she was real and not a fragment of his illusion.

He emerged in a towel. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, as though she’d been crying for hours, and his heart only grew heavier at her sight.

His stomach twisted into uneasy knots and there was this sudden urge to vomit out, yet before he could think futher, Mirae crashed into his chest not caring about his wet body, her arms locking tight around his waist as she sobbed into him, leaving kisses on his shoulder, whispering apologies. that she shouldn’t have left him, that she loved him too much to exist without him.

His arms hung uselessly at his sides as tears silently fell.

Regret filled his chest

He was disgusted at himself, at that vile woman for letting that happen when she was the conscious one.

He worked from home for two full months after that.

He was determined to mend his relationship with Mirae, to move forward and bury the drunken mistake in the past. It was a sin he was even afraid to acknowledge in thought; guilt and self-reproach grew with every passing day, fed by fragments of memory.

He went to the nearest church that same day.

It was in the evening once he tucked Mirae to bed.

He went down on his knees and sought forgiveness for his sin till his tears dried and stopped flowing.

He pleaded to God to have mercy on him and guide him through this fractured existence.

After the visit to the church, his head cleared off from the battlefield of his inner voices, he made a promise to fix everything for the sake of Mirae.

His sole focus shifted to Mirae.

He used the guilt, and the fear of losing her as his determination to stay glued to her side, and continue being an ideal husband to her.

He woke her with breakfast in bed, massaged her feet, scratched her back, made rough and needy love to her with devotion every night till sunrise. He didn’t let ger get away for more than an hour or two, and she didn’t complain once, not when he was being so soft to her.

It was slow and gradual, but they were healing.

His racing heart softened; as long as she was near, and in his arms, he felt momentarily at peace.

When he was certain he was stable enough to return to the company, his mind firm as steel, he resolved that if he encountered Minseo, he would address it plainly, that it was inappropriate, and it should be treated as though it never happened.

But the truth was, it had happened, and no matter how hard he tried to deny it, it remained.

The ambition drained from him the moment he stepped back into that space.

The entire day passed in stolen glances and this suffocating tension, he couldn’t wait to be done with the day and rush back home to Mirae.

He needed to see Mirae because he had a bad feeling about this.

He was aware that he was bound to address it, yet he didn’t know how, maybe acting ignorant was the better option that’s what he thought initially.

The moment Minseo entered the room close to midnight, certain that every exhausted employee had already left, she slowly walked toward a baffled Jungkook with quiet, hopeful eyes, he stood up as if the mere sight of her burned his eyes.

After a dramatic loud rage filled conversation and many hurtful remarks, he found himself leaning against the wall, his head thrown back as he let himself get lost in the dark sinful desire, her sinful and skilful tongue wrapped around his hard cock, she hollowed her cheeks sucking him dry, while fisting his cock with her palms.

“‘Miss Jung…that day was a mistake,” he muttered, but it came out weak, it was a fruitless attempt in comparison to her skilled ministrations, Minseo paid no heed to him, ambitious to make him give in to the pleasure she was bringing him, to surrender to her.

And it was working.

“Fuck…” he grunted as he felt the pleasure rising, his climax nearing, his plams fisted her hair tightly, hips thrusting back and forth, she cried softly, her free hand cupping her pussy, her index finger rubbing circles over her clit desperate to reach her own peak.

Every thrust inside her hot mouth became uneven and sloppy, his breath turned sharp and ragged as his body edged closer to the breaking point, his head tipped back against the wall for a second like he was trying to hold it off, but it was already too late, the tension snapped through him in a wave that left him shaking, breath torn from his lungs as everything in him clenched and gave way all at once.

As the high died down, shame crawled up his spine.

He didn’t mean to. He vowed to himself he wouldn’t. But the second she pressed her body closer, hips brushing his, her plump lips curling, every promise he made that morning dissolved like smoke.

He no longer recognised himself.

it wasn’t a drunken mistake.

He was conscious today.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Let himself sink into the dark abyss of lust.

And…that was five months ago.

He no longer felt guilt, only an increasing hunger for Minseo’s body, it was something darker now, more embedded in him than regret ever was. His only outlet for everything he couldn’t say, couldn’t fix, couldn’t contain was Minseo, with her, he didn’t need restraint, he stopped performing control altogether, he let himself unravel completely, and she never flinched at the edges of it rather she met him there, as if that version of him was the only one she had ever known.

It consumed him in a way he couldn’t rationalize anymore. Not because it was new, but because it was something habitual now, it was something he walked into willingly even when his mind insisted he shouldn’t.

Minseo became the pressure valve for everything he buried in daylight, his anger, frustration, the slow erosion of discipline he once believed was unbreakable.

With Minseo, there was no careful distance left to maintain, no version of himself curated for consequence.

And she never treated their ‘arrangement’ as something easily breakable or forbidden.

That was what made it worse.

There was no fear only acceptance, she never asked him to be anything better, or to be perfect and somewhere along the way, that acceptance felt relieving.

He knew, in the part of him that still tried to think clearly, that he should have stopped long ago.

That it had already gone too far to pretend it was temporary, or accidental, or contained.

But knowing never translated into action anymore.

Because whatever this had become, it no longer felt like something he chose in moments of weakness.

It felt like something he returned to on purpose.

And the most dangerous truth of all was that stopping no longer felt like an option he could easily return to especially not when there was still a wife waiting in the life he kept drifting further away from.

It was another one of those days.

Minseo and Jungkook kept it as lowkey as they could when they were at the company, especially after that one day someone almost walked in on him giving her a toe curling orgasm on his sofa. Jungkook chocked with panic. It was a good thing the lights had been off and they had slipped away into the restroom just in time, breathless and panicking… neither of them spoke about it after but silently maintained distance.

They never dare try doing something like that again in the office, everyone knew Jungkook as a respectable, committed man. He couldn’t risk the loosing his reputation in the eyes of the people who leaned onto him and looked up to him.

Minseo suggested they scheduled their weekly meetups at her place after contemplating for a whole day, it made sense since it was the most secluded option out of all, her house was a little far from the office, almost a 40-minute drive.

They could be away from observant people who knew his wife.

His life would be over if it ever reached her ears.

Loosing Mirae was worse than death.

He knew he should put a stop to this secret affair, stop before it turns into a fucked up sin he couldn’t tidy up, but it was too late, he was too deep in to understand the damage it was doing to his soul and his marriage, It’s not like he was head over heels in love Minseo, it was impossible when Mirae and the remorse of his crime was at the back of his head like a mantra every moment and every second, it would be delusional to pretend to not know that he was a married man with years of marriage and a wife he loved more than life itself, he would never give it up. Nonetheless he barely knew Jung Minseo, what she was like outside, or literally anything about her personal life, he only fucked her and used her body to take out the frustrations of his marital problems.

The truth was…Minseo became an addiction he couldn’t stop, the more he engaged with her, the harder it was to stop meeting her.

⏔⏔⏔꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱⏔⏔⏔꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

As soon as Minseo unlocked her door, she entered quickly and he trailed behind her, his eyes hooded in lust.

He remembered her lips first, glistening from their intense makeout session from earlier, they were red and sinful, wrapping around him as she knelt between his legs. Her tongue was hot and wet, sliding along his cock while one hand gripped his thigh, while the other wrapped around his shaft stroking him with a hunger that made his head fall back. The image blurred and sharpened, every sloppy lick, every wet suck burned into his memory.

By the time she rose from her knees, her blouse was gone, her bra sliding down her arms. He grabbed her before she could even shrug it off, wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her chest. His mouth latched onto her hard nipples greedily, sucking, flicking, biting until she moaned helplessly. Her hips rolled against him, grinding her soaked heat over his cock through the thin barrier between them, dragging a groan from deep in his chest.

“Fuck…” he hissed, mouth still full of her breast, grinding harder as she rocked on him, their bodies rutting desperately together.

Then, in a messy blur, he had her on her back, clothes scattering on the sheets. His hands pressed her down while his mouth returned to her tits, sucking, kneading, tugging until she was writhing beneath him. He trailed lower, tongue dragging down her stomach, until he buried himself between her thighs. His hot tongue was everywhere making her cry out as he sucked on her clit with sloppy hunger.

Her hands fisted the sheets, her body trembling as he devoured her until she was shaking and grinding up against his face. When she broke with a sharp cry, he groaned into her, the taste of her only spurring him on.

“Mister Jeon.” Minseo mewled softly.

And then he crawled on top of her again briefly stopping to suck on her perky nipples, his throbbing cock sliding against her soaked slit, smearing her arousal he grunted, eyes locked on hers, teeth gritted as he let her tease him. “You’re driving me insane,” he rasped, her head fell back when he pressed harder against her clit before he aligned his hard cock right at her entrance, sinking in deep with one desperate thrust. Her walls clenched around him, and he groaned into her mouth as he kissed her hard, hips slamming against hers in a sloppy, breathless rhythm.

Every movement was messy and raw, his mouth finding her nipples again, sucking them as his cock drove into her mercilessly, her hips desperately lifting to meet his, the two of them grinding, clawing, ravishing each other like they had been starving for this moment. The air was filled with moans, gasps, the wet slap of skin, the lewd sounds of him sucking her tits between kisses that tasted like sin.

Her nails raked down his back as he fucked her harder, deeper, hips slamming in a reckless rhythm that made the headboard rattle. His mouth was glued to her tits, sucking greedily at her nipples, tugging with his teeth until she cried out and arched against him.

“Fuck, you’re so so tight,” he groaned, pulling almost all the way out only to grind back in slow and heavy, making her feel every inch. His cock rubbed against every spot inside her, dragging broken moans from her throat. She clung to him, hips rolling wildly to meet each thrust, her body begging for more, for everything.

He pressed her wrists above her head, body pinning hers to the mattress as his mouth worked on her neck to send her to her peak.

Her moans grew louder, sharper, spilling from her lips without restraint. He could feel her clenching, fluttering around him, her body on the verge of breaking.

“Cum for me, Minseo.” he rasped looking at her with dark eyes, while poundimg into her with faster thrusts, his thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing fast circles. She sobbed his name, legs shaking, body convulsing as she shattered around him, pussy squeezing his cock in pulsing waves.

The feel of her breaking apart dragged him under too. He buried himself to the hilt, hips jerking in messy, uneven thrusts, grinding desperately as the heat coiled and snapped. With a guttural groan, he spilled inside her, filling her as he sucked onto a nipple, teeth catching, tongue soothing in the same breath.

The room was filled with the lewd mix of their panting, the wet slap of their bodies still grinding together as they rode out the aftershocks. He collapsed against her chest, lips still latched onto her breast as if he couldn’t bear to let go, both of them trembling, ruined, and drunk on the mess they’d made.

He stayed buried inside her even after his release, his hips giving weak, instinctive grinds as if his body couldn’t accept it was over.

His mouth lingered on her tits, lips swollen from sucking, tongue lazily circling her nipple until she whimpered and trembled beneath him.

The sheets were damp, sticky with sweat and sex. Her chest rose and fell in uneven gasps, her hands tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him off and pulling him closer.

He finally stilled, cock still pulsing faintly inside her.

For a few stolen seconds, it was silent, just their ragged breathing, the wet sounds of him pulling out slow, the slick slide leaving her clenching around nothing.

Their mingled arousal smeared her thighs, the mess seeping into the sheets, and he groaned at the sight of it.

But then the silence grew heavier.

The haze thinned, the guilt pressed in. He collapsed against her chest, forehead buried between her breasts, he let out a shaky breath.

Neither of them spoke. They couldn’t. Because the moment words entered, it wouldn’t just be lust anymore……it would be real.

And real was the one thing they couldn’t afford.

AUTHOR'S NOTE.

my greetings to all the jungkook lunatics, this is my first time writing a fic on tumblr, I’m a devoted reader but I also wanted to try writing even though english isn’t my first language, i hope whoever reads this oneshot had a fun time reading it! leave reviews if you can i would appreciate it so much <3 also I ain’t nobody’s mama but if I catch a minor engaging with this post, I will report their account.

[buzzyjoonie]

WINE FOREVER .݁༉‧ 정국 .

pairing : rich! jungkook x rich fem! reader.

no matter how much you deny the connection between you and jungkook, time and place binds you both together with a red string. after an argument, you believed it was all over – yet what if, within the hush of an old wine cellar, you found yourselves closer than ever?

genre : smut, frenemies to lovers, light angst.

warnings | tags : mdni! unprotected s£x (wrap it up), handjob, creamp!e, playing with pu&sy, lowk childhood sweethearts, avoidant oc, s£x inside a wine cellar, oc pretends to hate jk, mutual pining, jk is a loser in love, making out, mild argument, confessions, past flashbacks, t!tty sucking, nicknames, dirty talking etc.

word count : 4.7k+

you had absolutely no intention whatsoever to mend things with jeon jungkook. you hated his guts and seeing his face right now didn’t seem like a good idea either.

mentally, you made a list of cuss words that you could use on yourself because you had agreed to visit the jeon family’s estate earlier this week.

“i already talked to jungkook’s father. it would be very disappointing if you bail out right now”

your parents sat with folded hands on either side of the couch while you stood still near the staircase, that rounded up three storeys high in the house.

“your parents are asking for you downstairs miss”, earlier in the morning you weren’t particularly elated when your househelp knocked on the bedroom door while whispering cautiously.

“—now would you stop rolling your eyes y/n?”

you stopped yourself from clicking your tongue as a response to your annoyed mother’s words.

“i can guarantee that you won’t see jungkook! just go down to their winery and you’ll find mr. jeon waiting in there as promised!”

“—yes absolutely. so just take the wine from him with a polite smile and come back home. that’s it! and moreover i don’t understand your problem with jungkook?” your father added.

the moment jungkook’s name left your father mouth, a sour taste engulfed on the back of your tongue.

you painfully recalled,

last week at a charity dinner organised by one of your father’s business associate, you had way too much wine to drink (because of jungkook) and quote unquote apparently had ranted a few tons about the aftertaste of the bitter liquor that was served in there to mr. jeon out of all people!

everybody knew that the jeon’s family owned the country’s largest wine domaine and out of good relations with your parents, he instinctively had invited you over to present some of their finest creations, after a round of wholesome laughter.

“you should stop by sometime next week y/n dear, it’ll be my pleasure to give you a tour of my wine collection!”

and that is how you had landed in this messy situation where you were supposed to go for wine tasting and pick up some authentic bottles from the jeon’s.

your father being a wine connoisseur himself chimed in with joined hands and murmured something about respecting the elders but however, this whole scenario wouldn’t be a pain in the ass if it weren’t for the fight that happened between you and the youngest son of the jeon family.

from whatever you could recapture, you always remembered that jeon jungkook was annoying as hell. you knew him from your childhood days since your parents were bosom friends, and belonging to the same clique you had to be around jungkook regardless, without a choice.

“—i think you’re overreacting”

you weren’t even supposed to attend this party in the first place but nonetheless, now, you were stuck inside a random supply room with jungkook infront of you, suited in a tailored tuxedo.

he was the one who had pulled you inside to ‘talk things out’ and when you followed him in, he had the audacity to call it overreacting??

“what the hell is wrong with you? you think you’re all that?” you refused to tone down as you glared right back into his shiny doe eyes.

“you will never get what you want from me!” you said strictly as you tried to suppress the clenching feeling inside your heart.

“yeah? and it takes barely two minutes for you to melt right back into me” he paused momentarily to lazily smirk at you “which brings me to my point that, i’m starting to think you’re in love with me”

you flushed red at the choice of his words and wanted to slap the sly smirk off his pouty pink lips.

it was literally your fault to involve yourself with a person like him.

you couldn’t stand jungkook’s nerve from the very beginning but somehow his teasing remarks and fluttering touches left you craving for more.

that is also how you ended up in a strictly ‘sex only’ relationship with him earlier this year.

“i cannot give what you’re expecting from me and the sex isn’t even that good either to be honest” you lied through your teeth knowing no one else had you undone better than him,

and your heart twisted as you looked at his neat hair which was pulled back from his forehead with some hair gel.

for some reason, jungkook knew exactly how to make your eyes roll back and legs shake in pleasure.

his expression shifted slightly, with pain visible in his eyes, “that’s not what you said last night” he replied softly.

yeah no, you were actually screaming the exact opposite, begging him, god, karma, everything else in presence as he bent you over on his desk while brutally slamming his cock inside your squelching cunt.

you did not want to give jungkook the satisfaction of winning but your heart clenched as you knew that his accusations were true.

“i’m so over this, i don’t even want to see your annoying face ever again” you whispered the last bit hoping he didn’t hear it but it was far too late,

“well if that’s what you want!” he leaned close just enough to make sure his breath was touching your face, “then that’ll be it” he straightened back up again and with that he left the room, the door closing behind him and leaving you oh so overwhelmed with everything.

you felt your eyes getting glassy because you knew deep within you were far too gone. way too invested in this arrangement, and it wasn’t just sex for you anymore. you were afraid of losing him.

growing up in a different world you were always surrounded by selfish men who only liked you for what you brought to the table. they knew that your parents ran a well known family business which had years of goodwill and recurring profits in the market.

you were used and discarded by many but none of them left a hollow feeling like jungkook. he made you see stars, noticed every small shift in your mood, every little detail that you yourself weren’t aware of.

you hated how he knew exactly what to say and how he was always there for you when your life was going downhill.

he never failed to put a bandaid over your wounds with his stupid uncool jokes and random surprises.

you did not like how much control he had over your emotions and maybe slowly along the way, it also made you sort of dependent on him for stability.

but, jeon jungkook was the most spontaneous and unserious person you’ve ever met.

you knew deep within that he would never settle down for something serious.

hence you decided to put some distance between you both, so as to ‘fix’ your feelings and get over him as soon as possible.

but without even realising you let him into your closeted heart and maybe that turned out to be your biggest mistake.

you didn’t do relationships well because you struggled alot with expressing your emotions and neither did jungkook.

whatever you both had was complicated but that didn’t stop neither one of you from slipping into eachother’s arms at every given opportunity.

the mixed signals, unresolved feelings were sending jungkook off the roof, and therefore he decided to communicate for once,

but he realised you had shut him off already.

you stepped out of your sleek black mercedes which dropped you infront of the jeon’s property.

the driver shut the door while you prayed for not confronting jungkook anywhere. it almost felt as if you were sneaking in like a thief, looking cautiously here and there before adjusting the humongous sunglasses on your face.

while walking through the garden, you tried to hide behind every bush which lead you to the front door.

you couldn’t afford to see his face at any cost.

“i’m so glad you made it dear” a soft voice echoed in the space as mrs jeon (jungkook’s mother) smiled warmly at you.

you entered their living room with a slow cautious motion and returned her smile back politely, just like you were taught since childhood.

‘pretty’ would an understatement to describe the cream wallpapers, soft gold chandeliers, the vintage fireplace, spotless tiles and the million dollar artefacts which were scattered throughout their living room.

they also had a generously cushioned sofaset sitting in the middle, similar to the one you had back at home which added perfect homely notes to the rest of the elements.

next, your wandering eyes reached up to the couple of picture frames kept neatly on top of the fireplace, and if you were to look more closely you’d be able to see two cute kids sitting under a cherry blossom tree with shy smiles adorned in their faces.

you remembered the common children’s park where your mother used take you when you were little.

you were an introvert growing up, and being such a quiet kid didn’t help at all because all the other children disliked your presence,

but however, jeon jungkook was the only one among them who made sure to include you in every silly game of his.

he would pull you along, call you his best friend and scold other kids when they tried to bully you.

“she’s always this quiet because she’s an angel and angels don’t talk” — that’s what he used to say.

you wondered how much you both had changed after growing up.

“you both looked so cute with eachother” jungkook’s mother probably had noticed you staring at the picture.

“it’s a shame you aren’t together now…”

your expression shifted visibly and cheeks turned pink at her words, only out of embarrassment because you knew you were the one who pushed jungkook away. you couldn’t accept how perfect he was in everything without even trying.

you spent days and nights isolating yourself from him.

it’s not like your parents were hard on you either. it’s just that, it bothered you so much because he had everything done so effortlessly like — be it balancing his emotions, or scoring perfect grades, or winning school tournaments, or making you smile at the worst times,

you tried looking for him in other men but you were left with nothing but disappointment.

you knew that it was wrong and unfair, but you still drew a unrecoverable boundary between you both.

the irony was that you were scared of losing him, but you still kept pushing him away.

“sorry i shouldn’t have brought that up” the older woman sympathised with a small smile.

“why don’t you sit here for a moment while i go look for someone who can take you downstairs?” she gestured at the couch and sweetly grinned again.

you brushed your hair out of your face and took a deep breath to convince yourself that whatever you both had, was in the past and now the damage was already done.

“thank you” letting out a fake smile and sat yourself down on the soft surface, all while hoping this predicament to end soon so that you can finally go home and grab an unfinished fantasy book to escape from this world.

“—miss y/n? i’ll assist you to the basement. mr. jeon has been waiting for you”

a middle aged househelp politely bowed at you and motioned you towards the grand hallway, which lead to the staircase.

you mentally thanked all of divinity for letting you not run into jungkook.

as far as your knowledge went, you knew that his father stored some of their finest wine bottles down in the basement.

you also knew that there was a different property all together consisting of their infamous vineyard and a common cellar, located a little far from where their house was situated at.

it was the place where you and jungkook would mess around after school.

the kind woman opened the door for you and you were immediately hit with a strong sweetish-woody aroma.

“i’ll leave now miss, please feel free to call me if you need anything else” she bowed before leaving.

the dimly lighted room consisted of several racks, each filled with dark liquor bottles along with some large casks. it also had a few wooden tables scattered here and there on top of a reddish brown colored carpet which reflected a shade similar to that of the liquor stored above.

however, the room was very private and secluded altogether with no windows or doors other than the main entrance.

it felt cool, quiet, dark, but yet soothing enough.

“hello?” you called out as you treaded carefully down an aisle, “mr jeon? its me y/n”—

you stilled halfway through, pausing to look at the tall shadowy figure infront of you.

you recognised it immediately.

“j-jungkook!?” you screeched.

it was freaking jeon jungkook, standing with an unreadable expression while inspecting a bottle of red wine.

he glanced at you as though he was already expecting your presence,

“took you long enough” he said and went back at scrutinising the label of the bottle on his hand.

you were already feeling sick after looking your childhood pictures with him, and the overwhelming amount of sweet grape fragrance was adding more to that misery.

“what–what are you doing here?” you felt so dizzy that you didn’t realise what exactly was coming out of your mouth.

“good question” jungkook smirked iconically and kept the bottle down on the table infront of him.

the lighting was very dim but you could still make out his shirt sleeves being rolled up to reveal the dark ink lines of tattoos on his hand, each one of which you’ve memorised by now.

obviously! it was HIS house, HIS winery, HIS cellar, HIS basement.

you were the freaking outsider…

“dad had to go out for something urgent” he scanned you up and down and paused at your glossy lips to take your form in properly before adding, “—told me to show you around and give this to you” he pointed at the bottle which he just kept down on the wooden surface.

you sighed and accepted your defeated fate, “i’m going home” you turned back on your heels to walk out but were stopped abruptly by a warm hand grabbing your wrist,

“wait! you need to try out this noir atleast”

honestly the last thing you needed was wine on top of your growing misery. the room already felt so much smaller than it actually was.

“let me go jeon…” you pushed your tongue against your cheek.

“don’t wanna”

if you were to turn back right now, you’d find jungkook with a cheesy half smile on his pierced lips.

you tried to yank back your wrist but jungkook overpowered your strength and pulled you backwards to hit his muscular chest.

you let out a gasp and stumbled on his buffy pecs while he encircled his hands around your waist, to hold you super tightly against him.

“you’re always so stubborn hm?” you felt his mouth lean down near your ear which was warming you up every passing second.

“leave me alone you asshole” you tried a failed attempt to free his hands from your waist.

“still mad at me?” jungkook glanced down at your flushed face and a satisfied grin broke into his lips.

“shut up” you were pressed against him, down in the basement, where no one could hear you!

it was just you both, and an overwhelming amount of liquor.

you tried your best to keep up with the nonchalant persona but jungkook’s big arms which cuddled your frame, didn’t help much.

you hated to admit how much you liked it.

“…’m-sorry” you whispered almost inaudibly after a moment, “i didn’t mean whatever i said last weekend at the dinner”

something shifted in the air as jungkook loosened his arms around you.

you thought that this was it, now he would probably just kick you out with a bottle of their wine and never see you again anymore.

just like you had wanted (not really).

“princess” he sighed,

“you have no idea what you do to me”

you gasped loudly when he turned to lift you on the wooden table beside, by grabbing the softness of your thighs.

“huh?” you cluelessly looked at his face.

while parting your thighs he stood between them.

your small skirt rose up rapidly as he held you in place, and it was as though you couldn’t get a word out of your mouth.

“don’t you know?” the relentless tension between you both was sucking the air out of the room,

“know what?” you looked at him through your lashes with a small voice.

“that i’ve loved you since forever” jungkook moved his fingers to grab your jaw, “i cannot imagine a second without you baby. please don’t ever shut me off like that” he leaned forward to press a few kisses in the corner of your mouth.

your heart was beating so rapidly upon hearing his honey like voice. you recalled all the nights you cried relentlessly for hearing this from him.

you spent so much time denying your heart and in the process, it hurt him more than it did you.

“i’m such a horrible person kook. i’m sorry” your eyes filled up with moisture.

“i won’t do it again” you reached out to brush his soft hair covering half of his eyes. your heart was beating crazily against your ribcage. “i was so scared…”

“i know” he replied softly, “i should’ve made things easier”

“i also couldn’t stand you being near other girls”

“mhm right” he quickly smooched you directly on the lips as you glared at him with narrowed eyes,

“you better focus on me” the doe eyed boy nodded at you listening to whatever you had to say. “only me”

“and i need you to cook for me every night from now onwards as a punishment” jungkook nodded again as though he was discovering your traits for the first time.

he knew all that very well— what you disliked, what you liked, what pushed your buttons, what made you happy or sad.

he adored you too much and spent all his time learning how to be the perfect man for you.

“i’m sorry i kept pushing you away” you toyed with his lip piercing. “i thought you didn’t want me…”

“you didn’t say it back though” he pouted against your fingers as you cracked a wide teasing smile. “say what?”

he whined loudly.

“i love you so much” you whispered,

“—you have no idea you idiot”

you let your lips softly mould on his while pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt.

you should’ve said this long back. you should’ve given jungkook the chance he was always deserving of.

you had no idea why it took you both so much time.

jungkook let his lips immediately mould with yours before pulling you closer, if that was even possible and let his soft lips travel down the column of your neck where an adorable red flush danced across your skin.

“jungkook” you gasped again his mouth, “we— we can’t. not here” jungkook’s mom or the house help could walk in any moment and see you both indecently engaging in such activities.

“it’s my house. no one will come inside without my permission” jungkook’s face was equally flushed as he breathed heavily.

“now let me taste my girl” he rubbed your inner thighs soothingly before parting your black lacy panties aside to brush his fingers along your wet slit,

collecting the moisture from near the hole and the circling the ball of nerves on top with his thumb.

“you wore these for me baby?”

“yes k-kook” you nodded and threw your head back in pleasure.

“a-ahh” you moaned loudly as his long fingers teased your womanhood. “tell me what you want princess” he pressed feverish kisses and nipped against the open area of your throat, leaving scarlet marks all over the place.

“you. only you” you were beyond any sense of shame or decency. “hm where do you want me?” he teased your entrance with two of his veiny digits.

“inside me, please” you gasped out loud when he pushed his fingers into your warm walls, slowly scissoring his way inside.

“only sex huh?” he teased. “—your needy cunt is sucking in my fingers so good baby”

“i hate you” you turned your face away from his demanding lips as your body burnt hot with embarrassment and pleasure at the same time.

he suddenly removed his fingers, leaving you all empty. your gaping hole aching for more.

“…nooo don’t do that”

jungkook let out a breathy laugh in turn and pressed a kiss on your swollen lips sweetly. “sorry”

you allowed a teasing hand travel downward to rub on his clothed length.

you could feel him already getting big against your palm so you massaged the hardening length up and down with whatever experience you had gathered.

you still remembered the first time you had given him a blowjob — how gently he had guided you through the entire thing and praised you so well after.

your pussy throbbed with anticipation and you decided to torture him more by latching your lips to the ends of his ear.

jungkook hissed in return when you simultaneously rubbed his length and suckled near his sensitive spot.

“always want you so bad jungkookie” you attempted to pull down his black trousers and free his growing boner.

“yeah?”

“mhm. hate being away from you”

he attached his lips back on yours and sucked on them as though he couldn’t get enough,

you stroked his now exposed cock lazily, fingers stopping at the mushroom head to gather the sticky precum and stroke it again.

his veiny lenght twitched and throbbed with every pull of your hand.

“gonna fuck you so good princess”

you whimpered on his lips when he reached out to pull your top down to reveal your full and juicy tits.

“fuck these are gonna kill me someday” he let his eyes wander on the skin he just freed. your aching nipples hardened under his unwavering gaze and the chill air in the room.

you looked at him with fake innocence, “i think you’re in love with me” you sneakily threw the same words back at him with a small teasing smile as his eyes darkened in realisation,

“we’ve already established that, didn’t we?” he pushed you down to get more comfortable on the table and bent your knees against your chest in a mating press so that his hard on was directly pressing against your weeping pussy.

you moaned uncontrollably and rolled your eyes back at the feeling while he teasingly rubbed himself you.

your panties were still pulled aside, which gave him direct access to your wet entrance.

“you’re such a tease”

jungkook leaned a little closer just to latch his warm mouth on your nipple, sucking and licking the sensitive skin to leave you in a moaning mess.

he enclosed the entire areola inside his wet mouth with his lips tugging on them turn by turn.

“like that?” he glanced up from between your flushed mounds with a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips,

“you’re so good kook…” you whimpered out and ran your fingers through his short hair.

one of his hands reached down to his aching length as he jerked himself while kissing the soft skin of your breasts.

his fingers kept on brushing on your drenched entrance as he stroked up and down.

“a-a-ah”

jungkook lifted himself up only to tear your thin underwear apart with trained experience and removed all the pieces from you to let his bulging dick deliciously massage your clit.

“mine, all mine”

you gasped loudly at the raw feeling and tried to muffle your moans against your free hand.

“let me hear you” jungkook slapped your hand away and bent you harder, smushing your thighs in the process before teasing your entrance with his mushroom head.

“baby i c-can’t…”

jungkook was enjoying this a little too much, while he was also equally throbbing with stimulation, he liked seeing you in a moaning-crying mess.

“so tight as always” he pretended to push his angry red cock head inside but pulled out again before your wetness could engulf him.

“please k-kook. fuck me. please” you knew that the only way of stopping the bratty man hovering on top of you was to give in and beg sweetly with teary eyes. and luckily this time he finally gave you what you wanted.

your throbbing cunt was messily leaking and it made it easier for jungkook to bully his thick length inside.

your hair was sprawled on the wooden surface and your body jerked with every inch he let inside you.

“a-ahh aagh shit” you moaned defencelessly as he bottomed out completely.

“you good my babygirl?” jungkook brushed a few unruly strands of hair from your face,

the nickname and soft touch of affection made your heart race and pussy clench uncontrollably.

“mhm so good” you nodded, clearly being cock drunk and jungkook rapidly took off his black tshirt before focusing his attention on your sweaty reddened tits,

“taking my cock so nicely” his fisted the plump mounds, with the nipple twisted between his digits, he started to pump in and out of you in an agonising pace.

the table under you creaked with every movement as the entire room filled with roaring slaps of skin.

you gasped loudly with each thrust as if you almost forgot how to breathe.

his dick was oh so thick, veiny and curved towards the end, rubbing your gummy insides with a practiced expertise.

“feel that? only you can get me hard like this” he said before grabbing your waist as an anchor to drill faster into you.

“o-oh my god, kook” you mumbled gibberish and clenched wildly against him.

“i am going to c-come” you held his face, with your fingers haphazardly tracing his features as he furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure.

“come for me princess”

“a-ah a-ah” you let out a whiny pornographic moan before releasing your juices all over his length.

you would’ve slipped off from the table due to the violent impact if jungkook wasn’t holding you so tightly.

however, that did not keep him from slamming into you in an animalistic speed.

he could feel his balls tightening up with a familiar feeling when your creamy cunt swallowed the entirety of his cock.

your warm walls leaked on his hard length and he wished he could have a taste of it.

“always coating my cock like a dirty lil girl and you were trying to avoid me? huh?”

jungkook glanced at your crimson face, with flushed tits and bruised lips, looking so prettily at him. his heart was beating rapidly against his chest as he considered himself to be the luckiest guy in the planet to be able to experience this and planned on reserving this sight for himself, forever.

“i love you so much” jungkook leaned down to capture your sweet lips in a kiss again,

“i love you too baby”

he heard you whimpering ferociously when a guttural moan left his lips.

he buried deep inside your welcoming wetness and finally halted to release his warm seeds inside.

slowly he pulled out his softening dick from your sore cunt after a little while, as you both hissed at the empty feeling.

when you finally calmed down from the intense high, he showered your face, forehead, neck, boobs and lips with kisses all over while you giggled shyly.

“never gonna let you go now” he whispered on your lips

“—you are mine forever” and hugged you close.

★ notes by buzzyjoonie : for all my emotionally constipated/overthinker girlies, this one is for you ‹𝟹 never stop yearning because the right person will always find you!

⤷ taglist : @mikrokookiex

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[yuzukult]

from home || masterlist

title: from home pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut

prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class? 

status: completed

parts: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12

drabbles: — plain pink tees  — pool day — donut rings

[yuzukult]

from home 01 || jjk & reader

title: from home pairing: jungkook x reader genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut in future chapters word count: 7.1k+ prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

a/n: i hate cliches but i also love them so i’m gonna write them lol also i know ‘from home’ is an nct song, don’t come @ me. in addition to that, i’m hoping i can expand my writing and be able to lengthen it as much as possible! (well… this chapter only has 7.1k but baby steps…)

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Jeon Jungkook is a disappointment.

Afficher davantage

[eliess]

I’m currently rereading this story, because I love cliche stories🤭

[eliess]

Jeon Jungkook fic list #5

f - fluff / a - angst / s - smut / 🤍 - reread

The 5th list is finally here! The last one I posted was in February… This took quite some time because I had been busy with my internship and I didn’t have a lot of motivation to read, but it’s okay now! Here are the fics I’ve enjoyed reading the past few months. Happy reading!🫶🏾

Minors don’t interact please!

i want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover f, a, s (idiot strangers to lovers, boss!jk, assistant!reader)

summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

gameboy by @matchastwb f, s (idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, college au, gamer!jk and reader)

summary: was it weird to fall in love with someone you’ve never met? maybe. but the guy you’ve been playing video games with for the past few months was simply too charming. unfortunately for you, he was already smitten with some girl in his economics class, and it also didn’t help that he thought you were a boy.

habits of a clandestine nature by @alphabetboyluvr a, s (college au, rich!jk, waitress!oc, enemies to lovers)

house rules by @youthguk a, s (single dad!jk, age gap)

summary: You never planned to fall for a single father — and when his past comes back to reclaim him, how do you compete with history?

temptress by @matchastwb s (college au, age gap, friends to lovers, brother’s best friend)

summary: you were used to playing the role of the bratty, spoiled little sister to your brother's hot friends. but after spending a year studying abroad, you learned just how easy it could be to get men wrapped around your finger, and you were itching to try out your new tricks back at home. your target? your brother’s best friend and the guy you've had a massive crush on since seventh grade, jeon jungkook.

⤷ reckless by @matchastwb s (established relationship)

summary: turns out, the easy part was seducing your brother’s best friend. the hard part was not getting caught.

bad habits by @words-in-purple s (roommates au, enemies to lovers, nurse!jk, teacher!reader)

summary: jeon jungkook is a clean freak who can’t stand dust, noise or the way you chew. you’re a mess who forgets bin days, leaves dirty laundry everywhere and hates the smell of his chicken breast smoothie. you argue in passing, coexist at a distance, and survive each other only because your schedules never overlap—he works night shifts as a nurse, and you’re an underpaid teacher. until one night, they do. he comes home early. you don’t expect him to. he walks into the living room, catching you with a wine glass, panties on the floor and a vibrator between your legs.

red bean buns and twisted donuts by @jksaltycore f (college au)

summary: you only ever meant to visit the café on mondays and fridays—until one humiliating accident, quiet conversations over red bean buns and twisted donuts, and a stranger blur the lines between routine and something more.

hold on to me by @kooklovee f, a, s (established relationship au, ceo husband!jk, wife!reader)

summary: Your husband forgets your second anniversary. What starts as disappointment and heartbreak soon spirals into doubt- about your love, your marriage & whether he even sees you anymore. But when Jungkook realizes his mistake, he’s willing to do anything to prove that his love has never wavered..

⤷ holding on to you by @kooklovee f (established relationship au)

studio 306 by @joonam a (fantasy au, demon!jk)

summary: Jungkook is trapped in an attic, cursed to win affection from those who fear him most. Every tenant has fled until you move in. With your budget and patience on the line, you refuse to leave. Now you’re stuck sharing a space with a creature no priest, shaman, or exorcist can get rid of, and neither of you can escape.

the love installments by @spideyjimin f, a, s (friends to lovers, football au, dad!jk, librarian!reader)

summary: jungkook, the world’s most famous quarterback, reunites with his high school crush, you. and he discovers that his crush was reciprocated all along.

paralian 🤍 by @kpopfanfictrash a (fantasy au, royalty au, pirate!jk, mermaid!reader)

summary: Far away, under the sea exists the merfolk Kingdom of Venetus. Y/N is a warrior princess, sworn to protect the nation she loves. Each night she and her unit are tasked with patrolling the ocean, until one night they come across an unmarked ship. The ship carries a dangerous secret which tears Y/N’s ideals apart. In the midst of escaping said danger, Y/N is forced to rely upon a Prince. The Prince of Pirates, whose fate and Y/N’s seem inexplicably entwined. Whether their meeting will end in joy or heartbreak remains to be seen. (A -very- loose retelling of The Little Mermaid).

a holiday showdown 🤍 by @kpopfanfictrash f, s (enemies to lovers au, snowboarder!jk)

summary: The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that’s what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents’ idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jungkook Jeon himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation’s sweetheart. What’s the problem? You happen to have met Jungkook Jeon before, and sincerely hoped you’d never see him again.

angel eyes by @bunnyhugs77 f, a (hospital au, strangers to lovers, patient!jk)

cradle robbers by @wintrbears f, s (pregnancy au, childhood friends to friends with benefits to lovers)

summary: You and Jungkook have been friends since diapers, and one day you decide to hook up for the fun of it, but then you end up pregnant with your best friend's baby. Chaos ensues.

⤷ cradle robbers x two by @wintrbears f, a, s (parents au, pregnancy au, established relationship)

unfortunately yours by @words-in-purple a, s (strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers)

summary: jungkook is the last person you want to be stuck with on your holiday—irritating, smug, painfully attractive—but the universe keeps placing him in your path: at the airport, on the plane, in the room next door.

bedeviled by @writemywaytoyourheart a (enemies to lovers, demon!jk)

summary: Money. Fame. Power. Love. Health. Courage. Strength. Humans will trade their souls for anything, unaware of how their selfish desires will fade away as they do; growing feeble and pathetic, until there’s nothing left but the ghost of their youth, cowering in a corner until old age disposes of it. Convincing yourself to go to the Underworld? Easy… Walking through to get something that you’ve waited many years for, accompanied by a demon that will stop at nothing to make sure your soul belongs to him? Maybe not so much. Making deals with the devil is a tricky business; one you might not have realized could end in something much more painful than death itself if you make a single mistake.

the wife trap by @wintrbears f, a, s (twins au, unrequited love, brother-in-law/friends to lovers)

summary: Your husband and his identical twin brother are complete opposites, but when the pair are in a horrific car accident together and the nurse asks Jungkook which twin he is, he decides to spare you the heartache of losing your beloved husband by becoming him.

just this once by @ggukivrse s (friends to lovers)

summary: when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no.

the love bug by @jungkxook f, s (spiderman au, spiderman!jk)

summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you

webbed heartstrings by @focusonkayjay f, a (spiderman au, spiderman/campus heartthrob!jk)

summary: For as long as you can remember, Jungkook has been the biggest flirt when it comes to you. Despite being the campus heartthrob with a trail of admirers and girls dying for his attention—his focus has always, inexplicably, been on you. You wouldn’t exactly call yourselves friends, not with the way he shamelessly flirts and constantly pushes your buttons, but there’s no denying the way he gets under your skin, making your heart race in ways you wish it wouldn’t. When you finally give in, after enduring his endless date requests and ridiculous antics, you expect something special, maybe even something perfect. What you don’t expect is to be left disappointed and hurt in a way that blindsides you. Little do you know, Jungkook’s time is split between charming you and saving the city. And while you’re questioning everything, Jungkook is desperate to prove that his feelings for you have always been real, even if his reality is anything but ordinary.

[focusonkayjay]

webbed heartstrings | twoshot (1/2)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: spiderman/ campus heartthrob! jungkook x reader, friends (but not exactly) to lovers, i think they're in a situationship, spiderman au, spiderkook au, angst, fluff (smut in drabble)

Summary: For as long as you can remember, Jungkook has been the biggest flirt when it comes to you. Despite being the campus heartthrob with a trail of admirers and girls dying for his attention—his focus has always, inexplicably, been on you. You wouldn’t exactly call yourselves friends, not with the way he shamelessly flirts and constantly pushes your buttons, but there’s no denying the way he gets under your skin, making your heart race in ways you wish it wouldn’t. When you finally give in, after enduring his endless date requests and ridiculous antics, you expect something special, maybe even something perfect. What you don’t expect is to be left disappointed and hurt in a way that blindsides you. Little do you know, Jungkook’s time is split between charming you and saving the city. And while you’re questioning everything, Jungkook is desperate to prove that his feelings for you have always been real, even if his reality is anything but ordinary.

Word Count: 11.4k+

Chapter Warnings: pining, denial of feelings, mentions of robbery, mentions of fire, creepy men, reader gets chased in an alley, there's a fight scene

playlist for the vibes <3

cher's notes: okay, i know i lied. i said this was going to be a oneshot, but i somehow convinced myself to turn it into a twoshot. it was just getting way too long, and honestly, based on past experience, my latest oneshot with a higher word count didn’t perform that well. so, here’s hoping this story makes for a more enjoyable read and gives you something to look forward to. also, to whomever it may concern, i’m not really a marvel fan, but i am an andrew garfield fan. so, when i was watching "the amazing spiderman 2" a few days ago, i couldn’t stop picturing jungkook as spiderman. i genuinely think that’s one of the best agendas our fandom has ever come up with lmao. anyways, this story has very little to do with spiderman’s usual heroics or the intricacies of the marvel world. it’s more about imagining jungkook as spiderman and all the emotions and visuals that come with it, if that makes sense hehehhe.

THE PICTURE I USED FOR MY COVER IS NOT MINE !! CREDIT GOES TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER AND EDITOR !!

part (1/2)

“Yoooo, Tae! Guess who’s on the news again!” Jimin’s voice calls out from the living room as Taehyung steps out of the kitchen, a dish towel slung over his shoulder, still drying his hands. His gaze instinctively shifts to the television where the news is going on.

“Masked Vigilante Foils Bank Robbery, Outpaces Authorities Yet Again!” the headline blazes in big bold letters at the bottom of the screen.

The low quality footage right above the headline is shaky, clearly recorded by a bystander’s phone. Amid the chaos, a red-and-blue masked figure moves with effortless agility, a blur of motion against the grainy backdrop.

He swings from lampposts and somersaults over obstacles, his web-like strands ensnaring weapons and disarming the robbers with precision that feels almost cinematic. The anchor’s voice overlays the footage, tinged with awe.

“This mysterious figure, operating outside the bounds of law enforcement, has once again saved the city. Witnesses say he intervened at the last moment, preventing a potentially catastrophic bank robbery. Who is he? And what drives this masked vigilante to risk his life, time and again for a city that doesn’t even know his name?”

Taehyung leans in, his brow knitting together as he studies the screen. He doesn’t need to guess who it is, he already knows who this "masked vigilante" is.

The fluid acrobatics, the flawless precision, and, above all, the iconic design of that red-and-blue suit leave no room for doubt. “Holy shit.” he mutters under his breath, eyes still glued to the screen. “Wasn’t he supposed to meet Y/n?”

Jimin chuckles from the couch, his posture relaxed as if this is just another Tuesday. “Yeah. But you know him, he probably saw the commotion on the way and couldn’t help himself.”

Taehyung’s gaze remains fixed on the television as the news anchor's voice fills the room again.

“Dubbed ‘The Amazing Spiderman’ by fans online, this masked hero has become an enigma. While officials remain silent, the public praises his ability to achieve what even trained authorities cannot. Love him or hate him, one thing is certain— Spiderman always saves the day.”

Just as Taehyung is about to say something, a faint yet distinct thud echoes against the window right behind the couch where Jimin's seated. Both of them snap their heads towards the sound and... there he is.

Perched on the narrow windowsill is the masked vigilante himself—The Amazing Spiderman a.k.a Jeon Jungkook.

The red-and-blue suit clings to his body, glistening with sweat from exertion. His chest heaves, each breath labored, as he presses his forehead against the window glass.

His mask is in his hand, revealing his sweaty disheveled hair and a face that speaks of exhaustion mixed with determination. With a weak knock of his head against the glass, he signals his roommates to let him in.

Taehyung gasps at the sight and instantly strides towards the window, sliding it open. “Kook, are you insane?” he exclaims and Jungkook practically tumbles inside, catching himself on the edge of the couch before collapsing into it beside Jimin.

“What... time is it?” Jungkook rasps, his voice hoarse, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “Seven.” Jimin replies nonchalantly, his attention still half on the news broadcast.

“Shit.” Jungkook mutters throwing his head back as he continues to pant, struggling to catch his breath. He rises from the couch after a few seconds, trying to balance himself. “Shit, shit, shit.” He repeats, hurrying towards his room.

Taehyung follows behind, leaning against the doorframe as he watches Jungkook throw his mask onto the bed and quickly yank off his gloves, tossing them haphazardly onto his desk.

“Weren’t you supposed to meet Y/n? For that art club thing?” Taehyung asks, raising an eyebrow. “Exactly!!” Jungkook whines, quickly undressing himself. As he pulls a hoodie over his frame, he glances at Taehyung.

“I was supposed to meet her at SIX, but then…” He pauses as he takes a seat on the bed and proceeds to slip on a new pair of socks along with his shoes.

Once he's done, Jungkook looks back at Taehyung, his frustration still palpable. “But there was this huge chaos at the bank, and I couldn’t… I couldn’t stop myself.” he admits as he stands up once more and heads towards his vanity.

Taehyung chuckles softly, watching his friend pace around the room, doing his best to salvage his disheveled appearance. That fight must’ve been exhausting.

Jungkook's one hell of a character... by day, just another regular college student... by night, the city’s elusive hero, Spiderman.

Taehyung often finds himself marveling at how his best friend, also his roommate, manages to juggle it all... his regular life and his double life... while keeping his true identity locked away tight, hidden from everyone.

"Knowing her, she won’t be too mad, I guess." Taehyung says with a casual shrug. “Let’s hope.” Jungkook mutters under his breath, clearly unconvinced.

After a few more moments of hurriedly fixing his hair into something more presentable, Jungkook strides towards the balcony door and opens it wide.

“Kook, you can literally use the front door.” Taehyung laughs, following him to the balcony, amusement in his voice. “This is faster.” Jungkook replies, already stepping onto the narrow ledge, looking down into the darkened street below.

Before Taehyung can protest any further, Jungkook leaps into the night, vanishing into the shadows with practiced ease.

Your gaze remains fixed on the canvas, eyes locked in concentration as your hand moves with fluidity, the paintbrush gliding across the surface.

The rhythm of your wrist matches the steady flow of the brush, leaving behind trails of vibrant color. You’ve been working on this piece for over two months now, meticulously crafting every detail for the upcoming college exhibition next month.

Jeon Jungkook, your partner, was supposed to be here today at six to help you with the finishing touches on the painting. But as you glance at the time, it's already 7:09 pm.

A soft sigh escapes your lips because he's still not here and frankly, this is so typical of him. Jeon Jungkook is always late.

But beyond his chronic tardiness, there’s something else about him.

He’s the campus heartthrob... the boy with the dreamiest set of eyes and the kind of smile that could make knees buckle.

Since your freshman year, he’s been the talk of the town, effortlessly climbing the social ladder. It’s baffling how, within just two weeks of college, he had managed to make himself one of the most popular guys on campus.

What surprised you more, though, was how, while girls seemed to swoon at his every move, desperately trying to catch his attention, this handsome, almost untouchable man was inexplicably fixated on none other than... you.

You don't exactly know how to explain the dynamic between you and Jungkook. You wouldn’t call yourselves friends... not when the way he acts with you goes far beyond what a friend would do.

For as long as you can remember, ever since the moment your paths first crossed, Jungkook has been nothing short of a flirt. But calling him just a flirt now feels like an understatement, a mere label that doesn't come close to capturing the way he actually makes you feel.

There’s something magnetic about him, something that draws you in against your will. His confidence, oozing from every word and glance, is impossible to ignore.

He doesn’t just flirt, he performs it as though he has an unspoken understanding that you’re his audience. And though his every word seems designed to get under your skin, there’s a strange kind of charm to it, one that makes it impossible to stay guarded, no matter how hard you try.

At first, you told yourself he was just another guy obsessed with his own reflection, someone who thought his good looks could win him anything, someone who believed he could have any girl he wanted.

But over time, it became harder to dismiss the undeniable pull this annoyingly handsome boy seemed to have on you.

He was everywhere. In almost every class you attended, always just a few steps behind you in the cafeteria, trailing you to the library when you tried to bury yourself in your studies, and somehow, no matter how hard you try to stay focused, his presence is impossible to ignore.

Hell, the guy even joined the art club just because you were in it and somehow managed to persuade you to be his partner, despite the countless other girls who were practically begging for the chance to take your place.

But it’s not just his presence that lingers.

It’s the way your heart beats louder in his presence, the way you find yourself gulping when he leans just a little too close, when his fingers graze your hair as he brushes it away from your face, his touch sending an electric jolt through you.

But that was nothing compared to the way he’d casually whisper provocative things in your ear... sometimes it was a simple compliment, like how stunning you looked in your new skirt, and other times, it was something much... bolder, like how he could... kiss you against the wall if you’d just let him.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel weak, your knees trembling in a way that felt completely foreign to you. And every time he’s near, your heart seems to race in a silent war with the walls of your chest, as if fighting to escape and be nearer to him.

But deep down, you know too well that you can't give in. No matter how dreamy and ecstatic he makes you feel, guys like Jungkook were nothing but trouble.

Good-looking, charismatic, and fully aware of the effect they had on people and guys like him were a perfectly packaged recipe for heartbreak and chaos.

The way he makes you feel is electric, a sensation that clouds your mind and leaves you breathless, but there’s always that nagging thought in the back of your mind... that maybe, to him, it’s all just a game. A silly way to pass his time.

For all you knew, he was probably doing the same with countless other girls because though you hadn’t believed it at first, you were beginning to see the truth now.

Guys like Jungkook could truly have any girl they wanted.

And yet, you can’t seem to push him out of your life, no matter how much you tell yourself you should. You let him follow you around, you let him flirt, you let him talk to you... because, despite the outrageous teasing and the sneaky comments, Jungkook is undeniably a nice guy.

Sometimes, the two of you have real conversations, ones that leave you smiling without even realizing it. He’s fun to be around, with the kind of humor that could lighten anyone’s mood, and there’s no denying he’s a good person underneath it all.

There’s also no denying the tension between you. It’s thick, tangible, and sometimes too tempting to ignore. But somehow, over these past few months, you’ve become a pro at holding back... at resisting what feels inevitable, even when it’s so very hard to do.

As you continue to work on your canvas, the swirl of racing thoughts crowding your mind, you suddenly hear a faint zapping sound at the entrance of the campus art studio. Your gaze shifts instinctively towards the door, and there he is... Jungkook.

He’s leaning against the doorframe, clearly trying to catch his breath. The way his chest rises and falls with every pant makes it obvious that he ran here.

You can’t help but watch him as he slowly regains his composure. The moment his eyes lock with yours, that familiar grin of his spreads across his face. That damn smile, the one that makes everything inside you stir.

"Did I keep you waiting for too long, Ace?" His voice is playful, teasing, as he strides towards you with that effortless confidence.

Ace. The nickname he’s given you, because in his eyes, you excel at everything you touch. Or at least, that’s how he always puts it with that knowing grin, as if it’s the simplest truth in the universe.

You roll your eyes, pretending to focus on your work, though you can feel the unmistakable flutter in your chest. "You’re a whole hour late, Jeon." you mutter, deliberately turning your attention back to the canvas, doing your best to ignore the effect he has on you.

Jungkook pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he notices the way you tense under his gaze. It's a reaction he’s grown all too familiar with, yet every time, it still amuses him in the most endearing way.

The way you get flustered, desperately trying to mask it, your cheeks flushing just slightly as you feign annoyance, scrunching your nose as if it could hide the effect he has on you... he loves it.

To Jungkook, you're the center of his webbed thoughts, occupying full residence in his mind ever since the very first time he laid eyes on you.

Jungkook had always been used to attention from girls. It was almost second nature for him, the charming, effortlessly charismatic guy who could turn heads without even trying. But you? You were a different kind of challenge, one he couldn’t ignore, even if he tried.

When he first saw you, something shifted. You weren’t like the others. While the rest of the girls seemed to fit into a predictable pattern of admiration, you stood out.

You were a mystery he couldn’t unravel, a riddle he couldn’t stop thinking about. Your beauty wasn’t just skin-deep... it was in the way you moved, the way your laughter sounded like a melody that stayed with him long after you were gone.

It was in the kindness that poured out of you effortlessly, how you treated everyone with a warmth that felt like home.

From the moment your smile met his, Jungkook knew he had to make you his. It wasn’t a question of whether you’d be interested... it was a certainty in his mind that somehow, someway, you would be.

The intensity of his feelings was undeniable, and it made him feel alive in ways he hadn’t before. He was confident, almost to the point of arrogance, but there was something about you that made him feel more vulnerable than he'd ever let on.

For months now, Jungkook has been pining over you, showering you with flirtations, occasional date invitations, and endless compliments. Yet, no matter how hard he tries, you haven’t given in.

It doesn’t frustrate him, though... in fact, it only fuels his desire. To him, it’s a challenge, and if there’s one thing Jungkook loves more than anything, it’s a challenge.

He thrives in the chase, relishes the moments when he flusters you, sees the subtle changes in your demeanor when he's around. The effect he has on you is very obvious, and it only makes him more determined.

He knows you're not one to fall easily, that you probably need time, need to build some kind of trust in him, to feel that giving him a chance would truly be worth it. And that’s perfectly fine with him.

No matter how long it takes, how many games of flirtation and teasing he has to play, Jungkook is more than willing to keep pursuing you. Because to him, you’re worth every second.

"So, you missed me, huh?" Jungkook teases, leaning effortlessly against the table behind you. His voice is smooth, dripping with that familiar cocky charm that always manages to get under your skin.

You scoff, not daring to let yourself get distracted from your painting. "Not only do you come a full hour late, but now you're wasting time with your stupid flirting." you hiss, turning your head over your shoulder to glare at him, but even that doesn't seem to faze him.

"Oh, please, Ace. Flirting with you is never a waste of time." he replies, the mischievous wink he shoots your way causing your heart to stutter. You groan, frustration bubbling up inside you as your insides twist and turn at his words, the very ones you know are meant to get a rise out of you.

"Why were you late, anyway?" you ask, trying to refocus your attention on the painting. You dip the brush into the water, switching to another color, but your mind is nowhere near your work. There's a gnawing curiosity in the back of your mind... something that feels just a little bit off.

For a moment, there’s no answer. But then, Jungkook's voice breaks the silence, low and a bit too casual. "Just got a little busy... with something." His words hang in the air, and you can’t help but feel that tug of suspicion at your chest. Something? A woman, perhaps?

Jungkook watches you work, eyes tracing your movements with a soft, almost reverent gaze. There's something about the way you carry yourself, so effortlessly graceful as you focus on your art, that makes his heart leap in his chest.

He can’t help it... every angle, every direction you’re in makes you look like something out of a dream, and it drives him absolutely crazy.

"Hey, Ace." he calls out, his voice light, but you don’t look back, still intent on your canvas. You hum in response, not trusting yourself to say anything more.

"I’ve got two tickets to a concert this weekend. Wanna join me? Could be a cute date." The words hang between you like a dare, a challenge. You pause mid-stroke, the brush suddenly halting as if your body has betrayed you.

You’ve heard him ask you out like this before, casually, with that easygoing charm of his. But every time, it leaves you breathless... nervous, excited, and undeniably conflicted.

The idea of going on a date with Jungkook, of letting your guard down and seeing where it could go, is like a dream, but it’s one you can’t seem to step into without hesitation, without feeling scared.

You don’t respond right away, nibbling on your lower lip as your eyes remain fixed on the colorful canvas in front of you, your mind a flurry of emotions you can’t quite make sense of.

"It’s… getting late." you mutter, clearly trying to steer the conversation in another direction, anything to avoid acknowledging the warmth creeping into your cheeks.

Jungkook watches you carefully, his eyes never leaving your face as he observes your subtle shift, your attempt to hide the nerves you always try so hard to control. He can’t help but find it amusing, that cute little fluster of yours. It’s endearing. Hell, it’s the part of you he loves the most.

As you set the brush down and hastily begin to remove your apron, trying to make it seem like you’re just wrapping things up, Jungkook can't stop the grin that spreads across his face.

You're so cute when you’re flustered, so adorably oblivious to the effect you have on him. But that just makes him want to chase you more.

"Hey, I just got here. Leaving already?" Jungkook asks, falling into step with you as you grab your bag and head for the door. You don’t spare him a glance, keeping your eyes forward as you reply, "Well, blame yourself. You came late, and I want to go home now."

He chuckles, his footsteps quickening to catch up with you. "Well, let’s get dinner then." he suggests, his tone light, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. "No." you respond flatly, not even bothering to look at him.

"Alright, what about ice cream?" His grin never falters, the mischievous gleam in his eyes making it clear that he’s not giving up that easily.

You can’t help but feel that warm flutter in your chest despite yourself. It’s something about his persistence, his charm, that always seems to melt away your resolve, even when you’re determined to stay unaffected.

You feel the corners of your lips twitch, a betraying smile threatening to break free, and you try to keep your expression serious. "Also, no." you manage to say, keeping your gaze fixed ahead as you both walk down the long hallway.

"Can I at least walk you to your apartment?" Jungkook asks, the hopeful tone in his voice undeniable. You narrow your eyes, glancing at him with a raised brow. "At this point, will saying "No" even make a difference?" you ask, the teasing edge to your voice not lost on him.

He just smiles wider, as if he knows he’s already won.

The moment you step into the open campus, the late evening breeze brushes against you, cool and refreshing, yet it does little to ease the heat bubbling inside.

As you walk, Jungkook casually falls into step beside you, his presence somehow making the air around you feel warmer.

"So, when are you gonna answer me?" he suddenly asks, his voice playful as you both pass by the soccer field, nearing the gates of the campus.

You know exactly what he's talking about, but you decide to act oblivious. "Answer?" you ask, not daring to glance at him, keeping your gaze ahead as if the question is of no consequence.

"Come on, Ace, you know what I’m talking about." His chuckle is unmistakable, and you feel a nudge on your arm as he inches closer to you.

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to stay composed, yet your pace doesn’t falter. "Why me?" you ask, feigning nonchalance. "I’m sure tons of other girls would want to go instead of me."

He pauses, matching your stride as he looks at you with that same confident grin. "But none of those girls are you, so it quite literally doesn't matter." he says simply, and though the words should comfort you, your doubts still creep up.

It’s hard for you to believe him, to fully trust his intentions. Your trust issues keep you cautious, always questioning the sincerity behind every smile and every word.

"Whatever, Jeon. I’m not interested." you reply, trying to steer the conversation away. "Plus, I have a test on Monday."

"Oh, please." he retorts with a teasing glint in his eyes. "I’m pretty sure you’ve already finished studying the entire syllabus and revised at least a thousand times by now. You could use a break."

You can’t help but smile despite yourself. "That’s not true. In fact, I still have an entire chapter left." you answer honestly.

"Just a chapter? Ace, I have the whole syllabus left. You don’t see me stressing, do you?" he grins as the two of you step onto the familiar pavement, cars passing by on the street every now and then.

"You say that like you don’t manage to ace the tests even when you don’t study. You call me Ace, but honestly, I think it’s you." you joke, though there’s truth in your words. Jungkook is effortlessly good at so many things, and that includes academics.

Jungkook grins at the subtle compliment, warmth spreading through his chest. Suddenly, you pull out your phone, scrolling through your notifications. He walks quietly beside you, relishing the simplicity of this moment.

Somehow, just doing mundane things like this with you feels exhilarating... like a high he never wants to come down from. Being near you feels like heaven.

"Wow, Spiderman’s on the news again." you suddenly remark, stumbling upon an article as you scroll through your phone.

At this, Jungkook’s shoulders tense slightly. You’ve never mentioned Spiderman before, and now he doesn’t quite know how to react. He knows you have no idea about his double life, but hearing the name still makes him feel just a little paranoid.

"Oh... really?" he asks, leaning in slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of your screen. "Yeah." you reply, eyes still fixed on the article. "He apparently stopped a bank robbery."

Jungkook sneaks a glance at your face, noting the faint smile tugging at your lips. It tugs at his heart. Then, curiosity gets the better of him.

"What... are your thoughts on him?" he asks carefully. He knows exactly what he’s doing... he’s just a little greedy to know what you think about his alter ego, his other side. You glance up from your phone, eyebrows furrowed. "About Spiderman?"

He nods, his eyes searching yours as you look away, seemingly deep in thought. "Well, you know, a lot of people think he’s in the wrong," he begins, testing the waters.

"They say he’s reckless, breaking laws, making hasty decisions, taking justice into his own hands instead of letting the legal system do its job. So... I was curious... what do you think about that?"

You hum thoughtfully, your gaze distant. "Honestly speaking... I think he’s pretty cool."

Jungkook’s heart races slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, keeping his expression neutral. He assumes that’s all you have to say until you speak again, clearly not finished.

"I understand why people would think that..." you say, your voice softer now as you turn back to him. "But... I think what he does is extraordinary."

His heart skips a beat, though you don’t notice.

"I mean, think about it..." you continue, your voice gaining quiet strength. "He's someone who could use his powers to live an easy, selfish life. He could focus on himself and never worry about anyone else. But instead, he puts himself in danger every single day to protect people he doesn’t even know. He doesn’t have to do any of it, but he chooses to because he believes it’s the right thing to do. That kind of selflessness? It’s rare. And it’s brave."

Jungkook swallows hard, his throat tightening as your words sink in.

"Sure, maybe he doesn’t always follow the rules, but sometimes, doing the right thing means bending them. At the end of the day, he saves lives. And I think that’s what really matters." you finish, a soft smile gracing your lips.

Jungkook doesn’t respond immediately, his gaze locked on yours. For a moment, he forgets everything... his fears of being unmasked, his doubts, his double life. All he can think about is you and the way you see him, even without realizing it.

"Yeah..." he finally murmurs, his voice quieter than usual. "I think you’re right." he adds. You give him a curious glance, noticing how moved he seems, but before you can question it, he clears his throat, masking his emotions with a playful grin.

"So... are you saying Spiderman’s your type?" he teases. You narrow your eyes at him, a small laugh escaping your lips. "What kind of question is that?"

He shrugs, trying to look nonchalant. "I mean, you just gave this whole heartfelt speech about how selfless and brave he is. Sounds like your dream guy to me."

You roll your eyes, shaking your head in amusement. "Just because I admire what he does doesn’t mean he’s my type. For all we know, Spiderman could be... I don’t know, the kind of guy who puts pineapple on pizza."

Jungkook gasps, clutching his chest in mock horror. "Whoa, hold on. Pineapple on pizza is elite. Are you saying Spiderman’s taste might actually disqualify him?"

"Exactly." you reply with a teasing grin. "Hero or not, some things are just dealbreakers." you shrug, giggling. Jungkook raises an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Seriously what's wrong with pineapple on pizza?"

"Everything." you reply with a smirk. "But anyways... he might not even be my age or someone I could actually hold a conversation with. Just because someone’s a hero doesn’t mean we’d click, you know?" you add, returning back to the conversation.

"Fair point." Jungkook concedes, though his smirk doesn’t falter. "But let’s just say, hypothetically, Spiderman showed up right now, unmasked, and he was your age, charming, and funny. Would you give him a chance?"

You bite your lip and narrow your eyes, pretending to think about it. "Hypothetically?" you ask. He nods, leaning in slightly, as if your answer means more to him than he’s letting on.

"Maybe." you admit with a small smile. "But only if he’s not cocky about it." you say. Jungkook chuckles, looking ahead as you both continue walking. "Noted." he says softly, the faintest hint of relief in his tone.

The walk towards your apartment continues, his playful flirtations refusing to take a pause. At one point, he casually takes your hand while crossing the road, and somehow, you don’t pull away.

Jungkook’s heart feels like it’s hosting a full-on festival in his chest, but he works super hard to play it cool, hoping you don’t suddenly get self-conscious and snatch your hand back.

As your apartment building comes into view, he feels an ache in his chest. He doesn’t want this to end. These little moments, these stolen evenings when he manages to walk you home, are everything to him. He treasures them more than you’ll ever know.

When you finally stop outside your building, you turn to him, flashing him a soft smile. "Thanks for walking me home, Jeon." you say, your voice warm but casual. That’s when you realize your hands are still intertwined... so naturally, so deeply.

You can feel his thumb lightly brushing against yours, and though you’re hyperaware of it, you don’t pull away. It feels too… right. Hopefully, he doesn’t hold this against you later and claim you're like... madly in love with him or something.

Jungkook looks at you, and there’s a flicker of reluctance in his eyes. He clearly doesn’t want to let go. "Well then... I’ll see you tomorrow?" he asks, his voice almost hopeful. You nod, smiling back at him.

You think he'll let go of your hand first but somehow, neither of you move. The world around seems to blur, leaving just the two of you standing there in the golden glow of the streetlights. Seconds tick by in silence before he speaks again.

"Ace, think about that concert date, okay? I really... really want to go with you." His voice is soft, but the weight of his sincerity makes your heart feel unsteady, as if it might tip over any second.

You let out a quiet sigh, your gaze dropping to the pavement. You want to say yes. You really want to say yes. But that familiar paranoia, that nagging voice in the back of your mind, refuses to loosen its grip. It holds you back, whispering doubts you can’t quite silence.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the way your brows knit together, the subtle hesitation in your posture. He notices how your fingers unconsciously tighten against his, as if reflecting the weight of the thoughts racing through your mind.

But then, like an unwelcome intruder, a sound cuts through the quiet night... the faint, distant wail of a siren. His focus shifts instantly, and he knows what it means. Somewhere in the city, someone needs him.

The conflict in his chest is palpable. He doesn’t want this moment to end, this fleeting bubble of time where it’s just the two of you, but the sense of duty outweighs his desires.

Reluctantly, he lets go of your hand, his fingers brushing yours one last time, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. He offers you a small, almost apologetic smile. "Sleep on it and let me know tomorrow, okay?" he says, stepping back.

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already grinning, that playful, heart-melting grin that always leaves you breathless. "Goodnight, Ace. I’ll miss you until tomorrow."

And just like that, before you can even think of what to say, he’s jogging off, the rhythm of his steps fading into the night. You stand there, rooted in place, staring after him as he turns the corner near your apartment.

The words you wanted to say hang in your throat, unspoken. Something inside you stirs... a flicker of impulse, and you instantly feel the undying need to call out to him, to stop him, to at least reassure him that this time… you would truly think about it.

You find yourself taking a step forward towards the corner of your building, your feet carrying you towards the direction he ran. You peer into the dimly lit alley that stretches endlessly ahead, the streetlights casting long, faint shadows. But to your surprise, Jungkook is nowhere in sight.

You blink, your brows furrowing. The stretch of road is empty, eerily quiet except for the distant hum of the city. It’s as if he’s vanished into thin air. You linger there for a moment, the cool night air brushing against your skin, and you wonder with a small, bemused smile...

Just how fast can Jungkook run?

Your pen moves swiftly across the page, the sound of it scratching against paper blending with the hum of the classroom around you. You’re fully immersed in Mr. Choi's lecture, absorbing every word with precision.

While everyone else around you is still shaking off the fog of sleep, struggling to find their rhythm, you’re deep in the flow, your thoughts sharp and disciplined. The lecture hall, with its rows of slumped, half-conscious students, seems like a distant world to you, as if you’re the only one who’s truly awake.

Suddenly, the smooth cadence of Mr. Choi’s voice falters, interrupted by the abrupt sound of a door creaking open. “Late again, Mr. Jeon?” Mr. Choi’s voice is laced with the usual mix of amusement and annoyance as his eyes narrow in mock disapproval at the figure standing at the doorway.

Of course, he's late. Jeon Jungkook is always late.

You lift your gaze, your focus momentarily broken, and you catch the playful, almost apologetic bow he gives Mr. Choi before he makes his way through the aisles.

With practiced ease, he navigates his way through the rows, his presence so familiar, so effortless, that it feels almost like the room adjusts itself to accommodate his presence.

And just as always, his eyes find yours, as if drawn by some invisible thread, and a mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. He gives you a wink, subtle but unmistakable, before he settles into the seat right behind you.

“Good morning, Ace.” he whispers, the soft murmur of his voice cutting through the ambient noise of the lecture hall. You hear the faint shuffle of his bag as he slides into his seat and despite yourself, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

You fight it, focusing back down at your notebook, your fingers still gripped tightly around the pen.

Soon enough, the lecture wraps up, and Mr. Choi gathers his things, his footsteps echoing through the quiet room as he exits. As you stand to pack your bag, your eyes naturally drift towards Jungkook, who is already in the process of putting his belongings together.

You don’t say anything at first, the familiar rhythm of his presence next to you doesn’t need words. But just as you turn to head down the steep stairs of the lecture hall, you feel his arm slip around your waist with that effortless familiarity.

“Hi.” he greets, his voice low, the sound of it so casual yet intimate. It’s not the first time he’s done this. In fact, it’s something he’s done countless times before, despite the many times you’ve asked him to stop.

Not because you dislike it... even though you tell yourself to, you just can't, not when his touch feels so natural, so right... but because of the unwanted attention it draws. The way all eyes seem to latch onto the simple act of him holding you close.

“Heading to the cafeteria ??” he asks, turning his head to meet your eyes, his expression full of that unshakable playfulness that always makes your heart beat a little faster.

You carefully reach for his wrist, gently peeling it away from your waist, the skin beneath your fingers suddenly tingling with warmth. You step a little further from him, trying to steady the swirl of emotions coursing through you.

God, why does the touch of his skin against yours make your insides feel like jelly? The warmth of his hand lingers, even though he's already let go, and it makes your chest tighten with something you can’t quite place.

“Yes.” you manage to answer, keeping your tone steady despite the storm brewing within you. You turn back towards the stairs, forcing yourself to walk at a pace that’s somehow slower than usual.

But, as always, Jungkook follows. He trails behind you like a puppy, each of his footsteps matching yours, and you can feel the weight of his attention even without looking at him.

He just can’t help it. His devotion to you is palpable, an invisible thread that binds him to you in the quietest, most powerful of ways.

There’s something so deeply affectionate in the way he always tries to be around you, so undeniably tender in the way he never lets you go, even when you don’t always ask for it.

Once you step into the bustling cafeteria, the scent of freshly made food fills the air, making your stomach grumble despite just having a light breakfast. Jungkook, ever observant, glances around before turning to you with that signature playful smile of his.

"Why don’t you go ahead and sit over there?" he suggests, pointing at an empty table tucked in the corner near the windows. "I’ll grab your strawberry milk and—" He pauses, eyes scanning the cafeteria for something. "Maybe that pastry you like too."

You smile softly at his attentiveness, nodding in agreement as you part ways and walk towards the table. As soon as you sit down, the familiar warmth of the cafeteria wraps around you, and just as quickly, two figures approach your table.

"Hey, Y/n !!" Soomin’s voice cuts through the air, bright and infectious. Yeji follows closely behind her, her smile just as warm. They’re two of your closest friends from university, and you share quite a few classes with them, making their presence all the more comforting.

You smile and wave them over, the three of you exchanging greetings as they take their seats across from you.

"God, I have a test at two, and I’m so unprepared." Soomin groans, flopping her head onto the table. Yeji chuckles beside her, clearly used to Soomin’s antics. You let out a soft laugh, reaching across the table to pat Soomin’s hand reassuringly. "You’ll do fine, don’t worry. You always do."

Soomin groans even louder, but it’s clear she appreciates the reassurance. "Did you have a morning class?" Yeji asks, taking a bite of her sandwich as she looks at you with curiosity. You nod. "Yeah, Mr. Choi’s lecture." you reply.

"Ah, Mr. Choi..." Soomin says, nodding knowingly and soon enough she's slipping into casual conversation with Yeji as you listen, comfortably sinking into the rhythm of the discussion.

Amidst their chatter, your attention shifts to the far side of the cafeteria behind Soomin and Yeji. You spot Jungkook, navigating through the crowd with ease, a tray of food balanced carefully in his hands.

On the tray, you can already see the familiar strawberry milk and your favorite snack from the cafeteria... things he’s memorized with startling precision. It makes you smile without thinking.

He’s always so thoughtful, remembering even the smallest details about what you like to eat. And though you’ve always tried to resist letting him fetch your food, his determination, combined with how cute he looks doing it... eventually won you over. Now, you just sit back and let him.

Soomin, ever the observant one, notices your gaze and follows the path your eyes are tracing. She turns her head to look over her shoulder and spots Jungkook making his way towards you, a grin spreading across her face as she leans closer.

"Oh, so you're here waiting for 'loverboy' as usual." she teases. You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. "Oh, come on. He’s not my loverboy." you say, trying to dismiss her comment, though there’s a warmth that creeps into your voice that betrays your calm demeanor.

"Here she goes again." Yeji laughs, shaking her head knowingly. "You always say that, and yet he’s never not by your side." she adds, her voice full of amusement.

You look down at your lap, suddenly shy under the weight of their teasing. "He’s just… a good friend." you mumble, though deep down, you know the truth... Jungkook is just so much more than that.

"Hey, guys." Jungkook says, his voice easy and casual as he approaches the table, unaware of the playful conversation that had just taken place.

He flashes a grin at Yeji and Soomin before placing the tray of food in front of you, his movements natural and fluid as he takes a seat right beside you. They greet him cheerfully, and once you begin eating, the topic shifts seamlessly.

"Guys, oh my god, did you see the news yesterday? Spiderman stopped a bank robbery!! He looked so cool doing it." Yeji exclaims, eyes wide with excitemen.

Jungkook hides a grin behind his hand, amused by their enthusiasm, while Soomin jumps in, agreeing wholeheartedly. "He's sooo hot, oh my god." she says, her tone filled with admiration.

You chuckle at their exaggerated reactions, and Jungkook's gaze flickers to you. There's a warmth in his eyes, something deeper than before.

Ever since last night, when he discovered how you truly feel about his alter ego, his feelings for you have intensified. It’s as though a switch has been flipped, and what he feels now is so much more than before... more profound, more intense.

"I so badly want to see his face." Yeji continues, her voice dripping with longing as she playfully covers her mouth with her hands. "Like, think about the amount of handsomeness he's gatekeeping from the world under that mask." She giggles, the thought clearly thrilling her.

Jungkook can't help but smirk at the conversation, his heart thumping a little faster as his eyes linger on you. He wonders, with a hint of curiosity and something more, how you would react if you ever found out who he truly is.

Once you're ready to head to your next class, you bid your goodbyes to Soomin and Yeji, making your way out of the cafeteria. Unfortunately, this is one of those rare moments when you don’t share a class with Jungkook, but, as always, he insists on walking you all the way there.

The walk towards the classroom is filled with silence, the only sound being the soft shuffle of your steps and the occasional hum of distant conversations. Jungkook walks beside you, that familiar, easy smile still on his face, while you're trapped within your own mind, battling the conflicting emotions swirling inside you.

Each day, it becomes harder to ignore the growing pull towards him. You’ve always been able to keep your feelings at bay, but lately, every moment with him feels like a thread tightening around your heart.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s time to stop pushing him away. You’ve been fooling yourself, trying to deny what’s so obvious now. There’s something real here, something deeper than you ever let yourself admit.

The small things he does for you... the way he remembers the smallest preferences, the subtle gestures that show how much he cares... these are not signs of a passing flirtation.

Probably Jungkook isn’t playing games. His kindness, his attentiveness, it all feels genuine, too sincere to be anything else. Could it be possible that he’s been this dedicated all this time because what he feels for you is actually something real?

“I’ll catch you after class, Ace?” his voice breaks through the storm of your thoughts, and you suddenly realize that you've reached your classroom. You look at him, meeting his gaze, and see that same, unshakable smile. You nod, offering him a small smile in return.

“Okay then...” he trails off before playfully saluting you with a grin and turning on his heels, ready to head to his own class. But as he starts walking away, something shifts in you.

You feel the weight of everything you've been holding back for so long... the hesitation, the reluctance, the fear and suddenly, it becomes too much to bear. In that moment, you realize you can’t do it anymore. You can’t keep holding back.

“Wait !!” you call out before you even realize what you’re doing. Jungkook stops in his tracks, turning around to face you with wide eyes. He’s standing a few feet away now, the hallway suddenly feeling too quiet, too still, save for the distant murmurs from the nearby classrooms.

“What’s up, Ace? All good?” he asks, stepping closer. You swallow hard, locking eyes with him, your gaze steady, conveying an unspoken determination to finally unpack everything you’ve been feeling.

There's no going back from this. No more hiding, no more second-guessing. You’ve wrestled with your doubts long enough, and now, it’s time to be honest with yourself... honest with him.

“What time are we meeting at the concert venue?”

You gaze at your reflection, a soft smile tugging at your lips. You’re about to do the unimaginable... finally giving Jungkook a chance. A chance to take you out, to show you a good time.

Your mind drifts back to his reaction when you finally gave in.

He had been so shocked, his happiness so genuine that he couldn’t contain himself. He had practically swept you off your feet, spinning you around in excitement, his cheers echoing so loudly that even the professors in neighboring classrooms had peeked out to see what the commotion was all about.

Smiling at the memory, you grab your bag, running your eyes over your reflection one last time. Everything feels perfect... just the way you imagined it would be.

It's about 6, and the concert is set to start at 6:30pm. Jungkook had suggested that he'd meet you outside the venue at 6:15pm and after the concert, he’d take you out for dinner and then walk you back home.

It’s simple, but honestly, it’s perfect for you. Though giving in to him was a difficult choice, the excitement building within you now makes it all worth it. You can’t wait to see where this night takes you, to finally spend time with him in a way you’ve always wanted.

You take a cab, and before you know it, you arrive at the concert venue. The place is alive with energy, bustling with fans, people roaming around holding posters and chatting excitedly. You wait near the entrance, a smile fixed on your face, your heart racing with anticipation.

He should be here any minute now, and the mere thought of him sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You glance at your phone, the time flashing in front of you— 6:21 p.m.

He’ll probably be here soon, and since Jungkook has a reputation for always showing up late, you decide to give him some extra time... after all, you're nice like that.

You remain in the same spot, eyes fixed on the entrance, watching the crowd shuffle by as people get their tickets verified and enter the venue. Each person who passes by only adds to the knot in your stomach. You try to stay calm, hoping that any second now, you’ll see Jungkook running towards you with that bright smile of his.

But somehow, that moment never comes. You keep glancing at your phone, the seconds creeping by. 6:25... 6:27... 6:32...

And then, before you realize it, you're standing alone near the entrance. The crowd has long since filtered inside, and you’re left in the growing emptiness.

The guards, noticing your solitude, kindly inform you that the concert is about to start. You force a smile, awkwardly explaining that you’re waiting for a friend who’s bringing the tickets.

You cross your arms, a sense of vulnerability washing over you as you realize how small you feel in this vast sea of people who have already moved on with their evening. Another glance at your phone—6:45pm.

He’s still not here. Maybe it’s time to call him.

But of course, as if the universe itself has conspired against you, the call goes straight to voicemail. You try again. Same result. A wave of frustration builds in your chest, mixing with a strange sense of abandonment.

By the time it hits 7:00, impatience starts to bleed into worry. You expected him to be late, but not... this late. The music from inside the venue filters through the walls, a distant reminder of what you should be experiencing right now, with him.

Instead, you're left standing outside, alone, while the night continues without you. The excitement that had once bubbled within you now feels hollow, replaced by an uncomfortable sense of being left behind. You were supposed to be inside, enjoying the concert with him, not stranded here like some forgotten afterthought.

You find a nearby bench and sink onto it, feeling the weight of your own exhaustion pulling you down. The night has already taken a turn you never imagined, and yet, you can’t bring yourself to leave.

Something inside you clings to the hope that he might show up, even though deep down, you know the truth. Still, you force yourself to stay, to wait, just in case.

But time drags on. 8:00 p.m. passes in a blur, and then 8:45 p.m. follows soon after. He's still not here. The longer you sit there, the more the crushing weight of your emotions presses down on you. It’s like something inside you is slowly breaking apart, unraveling piece by piece.

Your chest tightens, and you feel nauseous... not from the food you didn’t get to eat, but from the overwhelming wave of hurt that seems to take over every inch of your body.

You've lost count of how many times you've called him. At first, it was in the hope that maybe something came up, maybe he just needed a minute. But after the countless unanswered calls, the realization hits you like a freight train... Jungkook had stood you up.

And it stings more than you ever imagined it could.

By the time it’s 9:36 p.m., you finally notice the crowd emerging from the concert venue. They all look so happy, so full of life, with bright smiles and hazy eyes, as if the night was everything they hoped it would be.

But for you? It’s like everything had shattered. The sharp contrast between their joy and your deep, empty ache is enough to make your heart feel hollow.

You feel like a fool. All this time, you were waiting for someone who never showed up, for someone who clearly didn’t value your time or your feelings.

With your head down, you begin to follow the crowd out of the venue. You don’t make eye contact with anyone... you don’t want them to see the quiet hurt written all over your face. All you can do is walk, every step heavier than the last, as you try to hold yourself together.

As you walk further and further from the concert venue, the quiet of the night wraps around you like a cold, suffocating blanket. The hum of the city feels distant, the bustling crowd now far behind you.

And with that silence, a single tear escapes your eye, trickling down your cheek. You quickly sniffle, wiping it away, furious at yourself for letting it fall. This... this is exactly why you were so paranoid, so hesitant in the first place. You were scared of this. Scared of letting someone in, only to be left standing alone.

Your vision blurs with the mix of emotions swirling inside, but you force yourself to look up at the sky, willing your tears to stop, praying they won’t fall anymore.

With a shaky breath, you pull out your phone, desperate to distract yourself. Your thumb scrolls aimlessly through the screen, trying to avoid the thoughts that threaten to consume you. But then, the latest news catches your eye.

"Spiderman Rescues Family from Burning Building"

The headline stands out among the others, and for a moment, you're frozen. You scroll further, reading more articles, hoping the news will help you forget the mess of your own emotions.

"Spiderman Dashes into Fiery Inferno to Save Trapped Children" "Masked Vigilante in Action: Spiderman Saves Dozens from the unexpected fire."

But as you read the headlines, a deep sense of irony gnaws at you.

Well, at least this Spiderman guy was showing up on time to save people’s lives, you think bitterly to yourself. Here’s someone who doesn’t make excuses, someone who actually follows through with what he promises.

And then there's Jungkook. The one who had practically begged you for a chance to take you out, only to leave you waiting, completely abandoned and alone.

You're so engrossed in the article you're reading that the world around you begins to blur. The flashing images of Spiderman saving lives seem to temporarily distract you from the sinking pit in your stomach.

But as you continue to scroll, an unsettling shift in the atmosphere pulls you from your thoughts. You suddenly realize the alley you're walking through has grown eerily quiet. The bustling sounds of the city seem to fade into nothingness, replaced by an unnerving stillness that sends a chill down your spine.

Just as you register the ominous change in your surroundings, an unfamiliar voice cuts through the silence. "Well, well, well... What do we have here?" The words drip with malice, each syllable sending a shiver down your spine. You snap your head around, your heart immediately leaping into your throat.

There, standing in the shadows, is a group of four men. Their eyes are fixed on you, their smiles twisted into something dark and predatory.

A sharp intake of breath escapes your lips as your pulse quickens, and instinctively, you step back, your feet heavy and uncooperative. Your mind screams at you to run, but your legs feel weak, as though they’re unwilling to obey.

The cold air around you seems to freeze, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. You curse yourself silently, realizing too late how foolish it was to carelessly venture into this alley... one that looks too shady, too quiet, too dangerous.

"Don’t be scared, sweetheart." one of the men says, his grin widening, his teeth glinting under the bright moonlight. His voice drips with cruel amusement, and the other three step forward, the sound of their footsteps sending a tremor through your already fragile composure.

Your body instinctively takes another step back, but the weight of their gaze pins you in place. Every instinct in your body screams at you to run, to escape, to get away... but the terror coursing through you is paralyzing.

You can't think. You can't move. The fear is suffocating, and you're trapped under their gaze, unable to do anything but stand there, frozen.

"We just wanna have fun, beautiful." the same man calls out again, his voice a twisted mockery of sweetness. The words slither in the air, sending a rush of panic through your chest.

Your breathing grows erratic, shallow, as the weight of their intentions becomes painfully clear. You can feel the blood in your veins turning cold as your fight-or-flight instincts surge to life.

In an instant, it's as if a fog has cleared, and your body reacts before your mind even registers. You whirl around and start running, your feet pounding against the rough ground.

Your heart races, the beat hammering in your ears, the only sound louder than your frantic footsteps is the deafening laughter of the men right behind you as they mercilessly chase after you.

It’s as if they thrive on your fear. The sound of their boots slapping the ground echoes in the alley, relentless and close, sending a fresh wave of terror surging through you.

This alley is like a maze to you, completely unfamiliar, and the more you run, the more hopeless it feels. You don’t know where you’re going... just hoping for some miracle, some escape.

Every turn you take feels like you’re running deeper into the trap, their laughter reverberating around you, a sickening reminder of how far out of your control this has gone.

Tears spill down your face now, hot and stinging, mixing with the fear clawing at your chest. You just wanted a normal night, a fun time, a simple date. Instead, you're running for your life, your every breath coming out in ragged gasps.

This was the worst possible turn of events, and you absolutely hate it.

In the chaos, your foot catches on something, your ankle twisting painfully as you lose your balance. You don’t have time to react, your body toppling forward as the ground comes up to meet you.

A sickening scrape sounds as your knee crashes against the rough, jagged concrete, the sharp sting of pain shooting through your leg.

For a split second, everything is frozen... your breath caught in your throat, your body sprawled on the ground, knees scraped and bloody. The echoes of the familiar laughter seem to grow louder, nearer, filling the space around you like a nightmare you can't wake from.

And just like that, the men close the distance, their boots stopping mere inches from you as they loom over your crumpled form. Their smirks are triumphant, twisted with a sense of sick satisfaction, as though they've already won whatever vile game they’re playing.

"You shouldn't have ran like that, princess." the leader sneers, his voice dripping with mockery. He tilts his head, staring down at you as if you’re a pathetic little thing he’s cornered.

"Look at you... all scraped up and trembling. Such a shame." His words slither through the air, making your skin crawl.

You’re shaking uncontrollably now, your hands bracing against the cold, rough ground as you instinctively push yourself back, desperate to create even a shred of distance. But they move forward with you, step by step, their shadows stretching over you like a suffocating shroud.

"Please..." The word falls from your lips, broken and barely audible, a breathless whisper of desperation. Your tears blur your vision as they keep streaming, unchecked and unending. "Please leave me alone..." you plead, your voice cracking under the weight of your fear.

One of them chuckles darkly as he strides closer. "Oh, we will, darling." he says, his grin widening with something cruel and sinister. He crouches down, his knees cracking slightly as he brings himself eye-level with you.

The proximity makes your breath hitch. "But not so soon." he says, his smile is razor-sharp, the kind that makes your stomach churn.

"Look at you..." he murmurs, his voice low and taunting. Slowly, he raises a hand, the movement making you flinch violently. But it doesn’t stop him. He drags the back of his knuckles down your cheek, his touch slow and burning, like he’s savoring your helplessness.

You gasp, the air caught in your lungs as you jerk your head back, straining to pull away. "Don’t be shy..." he coos, leaning closer, his breath fanning your face.

The metallic tang of your scraped knee mixes with the acrid stench of sweat and smoke clinging to him, making you feel even more nauseous.

You try to glance over his shoulder, frantically scanning for someone... anyone, to come to your rescue. Your heart pounds as your eyes dart around, searching for an escape route that doesn’t exist.

The moon shines bright tonight, illuminating the men’s devilish smirks, making their expressions even more menacing. As the man’s hand inches closer to your face, the air behind the gang seems to shift, a subtle disturbance that pulls your focus.

Your breath hitches, and your tear-filled eyes widen as you catch a clear sight of a figure descending through the air... a silhouette both strikingly familiar and entirely surreal.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, a sharp, wet squelching sound cuts through the tense air.

The man crouched in front of you lets out a muffled yell, his voice quickly stifled as sticky, glistening webbing splatters against the back of his head and encases his entire face.

He stumbles back, clawing at his face, but the more he struggles, the tighter the strands seem to stick.

You gasp, frozen in place, your heart pounding against your ribs. The sudden movement has drawn the attention of the other three men, and they whirl around, their shock evident as they come face-to-face with the figure that has just landed, only a few feet away.

Their expressions twist into disbelief, and one of them stammers. “Is... is... th-that... is that...S-Spi... Spiderman?”

The name reverberates in your mind, almost surreal. You blink, still trying to make sense of the situation. Was this really happening right now?

The man at your feet continues writhing, desperate to peel the webbing from his face, but your focus shifts. Spiderman doesn’t give the others a chance to react.

With a swift, effortless motion, he launches himself into the air, his body moving with a fluidity and precision that you’ve only ever seen in the numerous viral clips circulating on social media.

Before the nearest thug can draw his weapon, Spiderman swings low, his legs extended, catching the man square in the chest. The force sends him sprawling backward, crashing into a stack of crates that splinter on impact.

The remaining two men shout in alarm, their bravado crumbling as they scramble for some semblance of control. Spiderman doesn’t stop. Launching himself onto the wall of the alley, he runs along its surface, the soles of his boots clinging effortlessly.

He shoots another web, snagging a metal trash can, and hurls it with precision. It connects with the second thug’s hand, sending a knife skittering across the pavement. The man yelps, clutching his wrist, but before he can retreat, Spiderman flips through the air, landing right in front of him.

A quick jab followed by a sweep of his leg sends the man crumpling to the ground.

The final thug, now trembling, looks between his fallen companions and Spiderman. “I... I don’t want any trouble!” he shouts, raising his hands.

“Oh, you’ve got plenty of trouble.” Spiderman retorts, his voice calm but laced with authority. With a flick of his wrist, another web shoots out, pinning the man’s arms to his sides. He stumbles back, stuck against the brick wall, writhing futilely.

You sit frozen on the cold ground, unable to look away as Spiderman surveys the scene. His movements are controlled, efficient, as if this is just another routine patrol.

Finally, he turns towards you, his masked gaze locking onto yours. Though his eyes are hidden behind the opaque lenses of his mask, the slight tilt of his head exudes concern. He doesn’t say a word, just quietly observes you, or at least that’s what you assume he’s doing.

With slow steps, he moves closer, crouching down in front of you. Yet, unlike the men who had terrified you moments ago, his presence doesn’t evoke fear. Strangely, you feel a sense of safety. Your breathing remains uneven as you stare at him, catching a fragmented reflection of yourself in the glossy eyes of his mask.

“Thank… thank you.” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling.

He doesn’t reply. Instead, his hand moves hesitantly, almost unsure, before brushing a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. The gesture is gentle, and for a fleeting moment, it feels oddly familiar... like a memory or a déjà vu you can’t quite place.

But your mind is too frazzled, too overwhelmed to make sense of it.

Still silent, he rises to his full height and extends his hand towards you. The gesture is simple yet reassuring, his gloved palm outstretched as if to say, Trust me.

You hesitate for a second, searching his masked face for answers you know you won’t get, but eventually, you place your trembling hand in his.

With a careful tug, he helps you to your feet. The moment you shift your weight, however, a sharp pain shoots through your leg, and you let out a small yelp, nearly losing your balance.

Instinctively, his other hand settles around your waist, steady and reassuring, as if he anticipated your faltering step. The contact is firm yet gentle, grounding you in a way you didn’t realize you needed.

He pulls you closer, his presence commanding yet calming, and guides your arms around his shoulder.

“Hold on tight.” he murmurs, his voice low, a quiet reassurance that leaves no room for doubt. You blink, startled, still trying to piece together what he’s about to do.

Before you can even question him, he raises his free hand, aiming it with precision. A sharp thwip cuts through the air as a strand of web shoots out, latching onto the edge of a distant building.

And then, with a sudden jolt, you’re airborne.

A gasp escapes your lips as the ground disappears beneath you. Instinctively, your grip tightens around him, your fingers clutching at his suit as if your life depends on it. Well in this case, it does actually.

The rush of wind tears through your hair, and your heart pounds in your chest as he swings effortlessly between the towering buildings.

Despite your initial panic, his hold around your waist is unwavering and firm like he's silently assuring you that he won't let you go, won't let you fall.

It’s surreal... the way he moves with such fluidity, his motions precise and calculated, almost as if he’s done this a thousand times before. Each swing feels like a dance between gravity and defiance, the world blurring around you as he carries you through the cityscape.

Before you can fully process the ride, he lands with practiced precision on the pavement outside your apartment building.

The abrupt shift from soaring through the air to solid ground leaves you momentarily disoriented. You exhale shakily, your heart pounding relentlessly from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

His hands release their steady grip on your waist, but he doesn’t immediately step back. Instead, he lingers, watching you closely, as though ensuring you won’t falter.

Your fingers are still clutching at his suit, a reflexive hold from the chaotic blur of moments before. It takes a few seconds before you register that you’re safe, your mind catching up to the fact that you were literally flying just moments ago.

That was, without a doubt, the most insane thing you’ve ever experienced in your life.

Finally, your gaze drifts away from him, focusing instead on the familiar outline of your apartment building. The normalcy of it feels almost jarring after the surreal turn your evening has taken.

You take a cautious step forward, putting some distance between you and the masked hero as you try to untangle the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in your mind.

How did Spiderman know where you lived? Did superheroes have some kind of uncanny ability to figure out people’s addresses? Or was it just a lucky guess? The absurdity of the question makes you pause mid-step, your mind scrambling for some kind of explanation.

You turn around to face him again, your thoughts still a jumble. "How... how did you know where I—"

But before you can even finish, the familiar thwip slices through the quiet night. Your words falter as you watch him propel into the sky, his silhouette a fleeting shadow against the dim glow of the city.

He’s gone. Just like that. Swinging effortlessly through the labyrinth of buildings, leaving you rooted to the spot, your unfinished question dissolving into the stillness around you.

Maybe he was in a rush... he’s a superhero, after all. People probably needed him more than you did now. But the thought doesn’t soothe the ache of unfinished gratitude sitting in your chest.

You didn’t even get to thank him properly... for saving your life, for pulling you out of the nightmare of that alley, and for bringing you home safely.

The faint echo of his departure lingers, merging with the soft hum of the night, as does the strange medley of emotions swirling within you.

Gratitude and confusion take the forefront, but there’s something else, something deeper and unnameable, tugging at the edges of your thoughts.

You glance up at the sky where he disappeared, your heart heavier than it was just moments ago. A superhero had saved you, yet all you can think about is how familiar something about him felt... and how impossibly far away he seemed now.

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[jungkxook]

—the love bug. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 20,649 (sorry)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you 

⟶ warnings: coarse language, mild violence, jungkook is really shy and cute and dumb bc he’s so smitten, also jungkook’s butt in spandex is nice, needy/clingy sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), face riding, fingering, riding, missionary, unprotected sex

⟶ disclaimer: this is a repost of a fic i had on my old blog! 

You see Jungkook every night without fail.

When the sun has set below the distant horizon and plunges the world into a formidable darkness, driving most ordinary civilians to seek shelter in their homes, he stumbles into the café tucked cozily on the corner of a busy street in Lower Manhattan. The concrete city is still very much alive in a harmonious mix of sirens and the hum of cars but is subdued, muffling under the night sky and is most susceptible at this time to misconduct. Usually, at this point of night, the café you work at is nearly empty, save for a few stragglers that huddle tiredly at certain round tables. Most times, these are students from the university you attend just around the bend, whose weary eyes peer over the laptop in front of them as they meticulously work on an essay due the next morning, only fueled by the cup of coffee next to them.

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[wintrbears]

The Wife Trap | JJK (MASTERPOST)

Summary: Your husband and his identical twin brother are complete opposites, but when the pair are in a horrific car accident together and the nurse asks Jungkook which twin he is, he decides to spare you the heartache of losing your beloved husband by becoming him.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook’s Twin x Reader, (Slight) Jungkook x Jennie

Genre: Twins AU, Unrequited Love, Brother-in-Law/Friends to Lovers?, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Slow-Burn, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 79.4k total

Warnings: chapter specific warnings will be included on each individual post

Author's Note: woohoo! it's finally here!! this is the masterpost for a series that was only ever supposed to be a one-shot lmao. the only thing I'll say beforehand is this story is really, really heavy so please read all the warnings if there are certain topics you know could negatively impact you. like, I honestly think I might be a sadist after writing this 🫣. but it isn't all just angst and in my opinion, despite the sadness, is a truly beautiful story. it's also told entirely from Jungkook's POV which was new for me as a writer. I hope you all enjoy it :)

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Character Profiles

Summary: A sneak peek into the story’s four main characters.

Word: N/A

Part I

Summary: There are two boys but only one girl, leaving Jungkook hopelessly in love with someone he can never have, and doesn't want to have, because that would mean taking you away from the person he loves most. Then suddenly there’s only one boy and one girl, but it's the wrong one.

Word Count: 28.9k

Part II (M)

Summary: Jungkook's been living as his twin for three months without too many hiccups or blunders, but he can't keep you waiting to be intimate again for much longer. Not to mention all the other obstacles which keep constantly appearing in his path.

Word Count: 31.8k

Part III (M)

Summary: There's no turning back after diving headfirst into the deep end with you, not that Jungkook would ever want to, but past secrets and choices entirely out of his control might just topple the delicate house of cards he's spent eight months building to conceal his web of lies.

Word Count: 18.7k