don’t look ahead and be truthful, or else it won’t work!!!!
~~On a blank sheet of paper, write numbers 1 through 11 in a column on the left.
~~Next to the numbers 1 & 2, write down any two numbers you want.
~~ Next to the numbers 3 & 7, write down the names of two members of the opposite gender. CAUTION: DO NOT LOOK AHEAD or IT WILL NOT TURN OUT RIGHT.
~~Write anyone’s name (like friends or family…) next to 4, 5, & 6.
Remember, DON’T CHEAT OR YOU’LL BE UPSET THAT YOU DID! XP
~~Write down four song titles in 8, 9, 10, & 11.
~~Finally, MAKE A WISH!
READY?!
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wheeeee!
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The Key!
- The number of people that like you is found in number 2.
- The person in number 3 is the one you love.
- The person you like but your relationship cannot work is in number 7
- You care most about the person you put in number 4.
- The person you named in number 5 is the one who knows you very well.
- The person you named in 6 is your lucky star.
- The song in 8 is the song that matches with the person in number 3.
- The title in 9 is the song for the person in 7.
- The 10th number is the song that tells you most about your mind.
- 11 is the song telling how you feel about life.
- Number 1 is your lucky number.
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➢ summary: he wanted a challenge, a good, innocent fuck, so why did his heart race at the sight of her?
➢ genre: romance, following angst and fluff, (as of now) no nsfw planned, college au
➢ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader
➢ warnings: cursing, fluff, mentions of sex, body image insecurities
➢ note: i did this instead of homework and paying attention to class lmao. also it’s only 1.55k so i’m sorry if you wanted a longer chapter but expect short chapters from me because i’m not an excellent writer. i also decided to post this today because i’m going on trip to the beach for three days and i don’t know when i’ll have time to write. oof.
← teaser & pt.2 →
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Ever since you met Jeon Jungkook, you couldn’t get him out of your mind. His face was the only thing you could see when you closed your eyes. You finally understood why he was so popular, but that didn’t mean you would associate yourself with him even further.
Truthfully, you didn’t go to the library after you talked to Jungkook. You went straight back to your dorm, catching a glimpse of his figure as you walked to the building. His figure, though, wasn’t alone. A silhouette of, what you assumed to be, a girl was beside him, their lips locked. You grunted and felt sickened by the sight, reminding yourself that it was better to have distance.
Jungkook, on the other hand, wanted to get closer to you, but he was afraid. Evidently by his title, he didn’t do relationships, but when it came to you, he felt something different: a feeling of need and possessiveness. That was why, when you were out of his sight, he pulled the closest girl who was ogling him to the nearest bathroom.
A good fuck was the only thing Jungkook felt he could cope with.
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Park Hyejin: you loved to hate her. She was your dorm mate, best friend, and so-called stylist. She’d always wanted to major in fashion, but her parents never allowed her, saying it wasn’t a stable job choice. That led her into the business major and to meeting you.
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You saw a brunette sitting on a bench, crying her eyes out. Seeing as you had just had a pretty shitty day as well, you approached her.
“Sky looks nice,” you commented, standing beside the bench with your arms crossed.
The sky was plain. Nothing but smooth, grey clouds filled the sky. Though the sky itself was dull, the red and orange leaves made up for it. The autumn leaves desperately hung onto the tree branches, some blown off at the slightest breeze.
You heard the girl let out a choked laugh, “Sure does.”
“Bad day?” You asked, looking over at her. She nodded, her brunette hair bouncing at the movement.
She wore a cream, knit cardigan atop of a black mock neck that was tucked into a brown, plaid, pleated skirt. Her shoes were basic combat boots, but they finished the outfit with a punch.
“Aren’t you a little overdressed to be sulking on campus?” You teased, seeing as you were only in an oversized hoodie and sweats.
She let out a quiet sigh, “I guess, but what better way to display my fashion if I can’t pursue it?”
“May I give some feedback on the outfit?” You asked, feeling as if her outfit was missing a piece.
The girl sat up, improving her posture, “Please do.”
Your hand rested on your hip, “Though the overall outfit is gorgeous and much better than I could ever put together, I feel like there’s something missing.” Your finger rested on your chin as you thought. Then, it came to you, “A hat! Yes, that’s what's missing. Specifically, a beige beret. If you don’t like hats, though, you could put in those long hair clips things on the side of your head. Know what I mean?”
She perked up at your suggestion, “That’s actually a great idea! Are you secretly into fashion?”
That made you laugh.
“If I were into fashion, I wouldn’t wear the same pair of sweats every other day,” she grimaced in disgust.
“I should style you, then,” she smiled.
“I’ll have to think about it,” you suddenly realized that the pair of you hadn’t properly introduced yourselves. “By the way, I’m Y/N L/N. You are?”
“Park Hyejin,” she smiled and stuck out her hand for you to shake. You shook her hand, a warm smile on both of your faces.
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“You talked to Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook?” She laughed loudly.
“Yes, I talked to him, but he approached me first,” you frowned at the girl you called your best friend.
“Doesn’t matter! You still talked to him,” she smirked, “So, how was it? Talking to the Jungkook?”
“Quite boring, not going to lie. We just made small talk, and, I kid you not, after talking for about five minutes, he suddenly said that he needed to leave,” you said, an unimpressed look plastered onto your face.
“Only five minutes? You must’ve been boring,” she snorted.
You glared at her, “Me? Boring? Never, but I did see him devouring some girl’s face when I was coming back to the dorms.”
“Damn, he moves fast,” the two of you shared a mutual laugh.
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Jungkook was already on his third bottle of beer when Jimin burst into the house, whining about the lack of sex he had because of homework.
Park Jimin was one of Jungkook’s closest friends, apart from Kim Taehyung. Jimin also enjoyed one night stands, but he never went to the extent of Jungkook. Instead of spending every Friday night partying and getting drunk off his ass, Jimin would occasionally spend his time at the dance studio practicing.
“Just pick up a random girl,” Jungkook slurred.
Jimin looked over at his intoxicated friend, “Drinking already? What happened?”
Jungkook let out a sarcastic laugh, “What do you mean? Can’t I drink when I want?”
“Alright, so this isn’t about that girl I saw you talking to this afternoon,” Jungkook’s head snapped over to look at the ash grey haired man.
“What?” The brunette seethed.
“Haven’t seen you talk to a girl like that in a while,” Jimin sighed, “What’s up? You know you can tell me.”
“Just leave me alone, hyung,” Jungkook groaned.
“She'll be good for you,” Jimin whispered before leaving the maknae to himself.
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“Taehyung,” you shouted, jogging over to your friend and study buddy. You hopped onto his back, arms wrapping around his torso, eliciting an “oof” from him.
“Y/N/N,” he looked over his shoulder to smile at you.
“How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while,” you pouted.
“We literally saw each other like 5 days ago,” he said in disbelief.
“That’s 5 days too long.”
You hopped off of the blonde’s back and walked in front of him, “Hyejin dressed me up again,” he let out a small laugh, “Hey! What do you think? The outfit itself is gorgeous, but on me, it looks like, well, it just looks bad. I feel like I’m a walking potato.”
You were very self-conscious about your body, seeing as your best friend had the body of a model. It wasn’t that you didn’t go to the gym and work hard to have your desired body, it was that your expectations became harder to achieve as each day passed.
“If you’re a walking potato, then what are the other girls? Moving trash cans?”
You gasped and slapped his arm, “You can’t say that! That’s rude.”
“I’m only speaking the truth,” he huffed, “I can’t deny it. You look fucking hot in that outfit,” he bit his lip and let his eyes roam your body.
“Ey! Eyes up here, buddy,” you slapped the side of his head lightly, earning a chuckle from him. “But seriously, are you sure I don’t look fat?”
“Y/N/N, you’re not fat. You’re gorgeous on the inside and out. I’m being completely honest right now,” you looked at your feet, “You need to treat yourself better. You don’t see all the jealous glares girls send your way because you always take the breath away from other guys.”
You gave him a weak smile, “Thanks, Tae. Love you.”
“Love you, too, princess,” he teased.
Laughing and shaking your head, you grab his arm, “Do you have time to help me study tonight?”
“Study?” He smirked, “What kind of studying are you talking about?”
You gagged and pushed him away, “Never mind! I can study on my own.”
“No, wait! Come back, babe,” he chased after you as you ran away from him.
“Be gone,” you say as you get into a fighting stance.
Then in perfect sync, you both yell, “Thot!”
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Hand in hand, you and Taehyung approached the double story home.
“Fair warning, it might be messy on the inside,” Taehyung spoke up.
“You live here?” You asked, flabbergasted.
“Yeah,” he chuckled, “But I have two roommates who, by the way, are my best friends. They’re almost always horny, though.”
“Aren’t you always horny?” You smirked.
“Would you like to find out?” He winked, nudging your shoulder with his.
Your nose scrunched in disgust, “Gross,” he laughed, “We have work to do and not a lot of time, so let’s get it!”
You skipped over to the door, waiting for your friend to unlock the door for you. When he reached where you were, he pulled the door open without unlocking it.
“You don’t lock the door? That’s so stupid,” you scolded him.
“Oh hush. My roommates are probably home already,” he spoke as he walked into the house.
The smell of beer stung your nose, and you winced in disgust. You looked around for the source of the odor to find bottles of finished beer sitting on a table. Beside that table, though, was the culprit responsible for the placing of the empty bottles.
➢ summary: he wanted a challenge, a good, innocent fuck, so why did his heart race at the sight of her?
➢ genre: romance, following angst and fluff, (as of now) no nsfw planned, college au
➢ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader
➢ warning: n/a
➢ note: first series of this blog. just a warning, my updates won’t be hella fast depending on what i’m writing. i still go to school and i have a sport, so my time is quite limited. this is unedited, sorry
first chapter OUT NOW!
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Jungkook, the infamous fraternity boy known for his ways with women, had grown a soft spot, specifically for a special girl. Never did she once give him a single glance nor hum of acknowledgement. She always stood out of the crowd of people eyeing him.
Jungkook was handsome, charming, and the “sex god” of the university. He knew all of this, though, which was why he was always so cocky.
He walked across campus with his chin high and shoulders broad. The leather of his jacket shone under the bright sun; his dark cap blocked the light from getting into his eyes, tips of his brunette hair sticking out. At the corner of his eye, he saw a girl wearing a blue sweater paired with a white tennis skirt, hair down, holding a stack of textbooks in her arms. Recognizing her familiar face, he jogged over to her.
“Hey, those look heavy. Wouldn’t want your pretty arms to get tired,” he smirked, grabbing the books from the girl.
The girl looked at him with her Y/E/C eyes, “Do I know you?”
Though this shocked him, Jungkook continued, “I guess not. I’m Jungkook.”
She eyed him suspiciously, “Jungkook? As in Jeon Jungkook?”
“Ah, so you do know me,” a grin played on his lips.
“Mm, indeed I do, but I haven’t heard many good things about you, unless it’s about,” she cringed, “your late night escapades.”
He chuckled at her adorably scrunched nose, “So you’ve heard.” Jungkook began to walk forward, her books still in his arms, giving her no other choice than to follow along.
“Um, where are we going?” She asked, eyes focused on her textbooks.
“I don’t know. Where were you going earlier?” He looked back at her, connecting their gazes.
Her breath hitched.
“The library,” she replied, shyly looking away, hair covering her rose-tinted cheeks.
He smirked at the shy girl, taking pride in the effect he had on her. Her figure looked adorable as she stood there, twirling a strand of her hair with her finger.
Jungkook felt something he’d only felt once, and he was afraid. He never thought he would feel it again. For years, he was able to avoid developing this feeling.
Unknowingly, he was blatantly staring at the girl ahead of him, making her feel small.
“Um, Jungkook?” She finally spoke.
He broke from his trance and gave the girl a stiff smile, “Hm?”
“Are you alright? You looked,” she thought for an appropriate word, “kind of sick for a moment.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he tried to seem as relaxed as he could, “I just remembered that I had something to do.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just head to the library myself,” she smiled sweetly.
The brunette-haired boy felt his heart racing.
“R-Right. Sorry I couldn’t help you carry these books,” he gently placed the heavy stack of books in her arms.
“It’s not a problem. Besides, my arms need the workout,” she giggled.
He chuckled along, silently hoping he would see her again.
“Well, I should get going,” she sighed, “Got lots to study.” She looked up at the tall boy, “It was nice talking to you, Jungkook. I’ll see you around.”
With one last smile, she began to slowly make her way to the library. Unbeknownst to her, though, was the boy staring at her shrinking figure. With each step she took away from him, his heart leaped to follow, but before he did anything rash, he reminded himself of the dangers. Glancing at the Y/H/C haired girl once more, he turned away, going back to his usual resolve. Running, once again, away from love.
hello! i’m the writer for @tomthesoftie and i’ve decided to start a new blog writing for the duality boys called BTS! going to be straight up honest, i don’t have much knowledge in their culture so please don’t come at me if i don’t get some things correct. i also don’t have a post schedule. i post when i want uwu. k thanks bye
