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[written-in-flowers]

Undying Magic: Pt. 1

Pairing: Namjoon x Jimin

Genre: Angst, Smut/ AU: Friends to Lovers, Lovers to Enemies

Word Count: 7k

Summary: Neverland is a place of magic and beauty, but Namjoon has something better: a lost boy named Park Jimin.

Disclaimer:  These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of BTS in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Tags: graphic depictions of violence, blood and injury, mentions of death, pirate!au, Hook!Namjoon, Pan!Jungkook, Lostboy!Jimin, angst with a happy ending, sword fighting, night terrors, nightmares, 

Masterlist > Next Chapter 

*****

Twenty graves. Twenty bodies. Namjoon remembered every single face. Jin’s hucking laughter. Taetae’s boxy smile and Hobi’s dimples. He saw them whenever he shut his eyes at night. The ship would slowly rock him to sleep as he remembered them. It broke his heart over and over. He should have saved them. He could have. He could’ve reasoned with Jungkook; convince him not to play Battle or to let them live. He was Jungkook’s first and only. He would’ve listened to him, but he’d been young then. He’d been a child too. They did it because it was in good fun, until then it wasn’t. 

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[written-in-flowers]

Tormenta

Pairing: Jay Park x OC

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

AU: mafia!au, parent!au, 

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of BTS or any other Band in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gangs, toxic relationship, developing relationships, mental health issues, bdsm, dom/sub undertones, love/hate, implied/referenced character death, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, edging, spanking, choking, slapping, rough sex, public sex, semi-public sex, 

Tormenta (tor.men.ta)

noun, feminine

violent storm, involving thunder and rain

disorder, agitation, one’s inner torment.

Yara’s life completely changes when a person from her past decides they belong together.

Co-written by Nessi98 

…“Jay…” she gasped when he pressed her against the sink, hands immediately roaming all over her. “Really? Here?”

“I know it’s not very romantic,” he said hurriedly in between kisses, “But I don’t like waiting.” 

That made her giggle. She moaned once his lips touched her skin. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he kissed down her neck. Yara could feel his lean muscles flex underneath her hands; his groans tickled whenever he kissed her. She let her hands go up into his hair for a slight tug that made him groan into her neck. 

“Fuck, baby,” he said on her skin, planting kisses further down her chest. “Feel so fucking good.”

“You too,” Yara grabbed onto his shoulders to not fall. Her buzzing head made the world tilt so she couldn’t stand straight. She closed her eyes and moaned. The need inside her grew the more he touched her. She squirmed once she felt him squeeze her thighs. A loud sound right outside the door caught her attention, “Jay, what if someone comes in here?” 

“It’s fine, baby. No one will interrupt us,” he whispered in her ear. “They know better,” she could feel his hands roaming her body. A firm squeeze on her chest made her whimper as he kissed her again. Her breasts filled his palms perfectly, and he fondled them tenderly. He kissed her neck as his hands pulled her dress down, exposing the black bra underneath. “Well, well, look what we have here,” he grinned, pecking her lips, “Didn’t think a good girl like you would wear things like this.” 

“Good girls can be naughty when they want to be,” she said in his ear, licking the edge and nipping at his earlobe. “And right now,” she trailed her hand down his front, “I want to be very naughty…with you.”

“Fuck yes,” he shivered and rolled back his eyes at the touch. “We can be as bad as you want.”…

*****

….“Yeah,” he crawled towards her on the bed, tugging the sheet off her nude form. “I only got a little taste last night,” he pushed her legs open and started kissing up her thighs, “And I want more.” 

“I really should go though,” she said, trying to escape his grasp. “My dad is probably really worried about me. I have my little brother too.” 

He forced her down when she moved again. Fear set in seeing his flirtatious tone turn firm as he said, “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not letting you go ever again.” 

She frantically made to move, but he pinned her down and grabbed a cloth near the bed. 

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[holy-kpop-hoe]

omgggg I’ve finally found your tumblr!!! I love Jade tigers!! Can’t wait to read the rest of it 💕💕

Omg thank you so much! I barely come here anymore and JT is currently on hiatus. I greatly appreciate your support tho! 💖💖

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[holy-kpop-hoe]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

FINALLY REWRITTEN, EDITED AND POSTED! NEW CHAPTER COMING OUT SOMETIME NEXT WEEK!

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, GOT7, K-pop Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Min Yoongi | Suga/Jackson Wang/Reader, Kim Namjoon | RM/Original Female Character(s), Min Yoongi | Suga/Original Female, Jackson Wang/Original Female Character

Simple decisions can change our lives forever.

In a city where crime is abundant and gangs run the streets, Yara’s life takes a sudden change when she’s almost raped at a party by a man of her past. Fearing for the wellbeing of her family, she’ll have to join forces with two members of one of the most powerful criminal organizations of Grayridge Bay.

"I got a million things to lose But I'd rather lose a million things instead of losing you"

[written-in-flowers]

Under My Skin

Summary: Dr. Hoseok Jung is not infamous for his breakthroughs in psychiatry and neurosurgery…but because of the people he butchered. You know him as the one who got under your skin. 

Pairing: Killer!Hoseok x Detective!Reader

Genre: Romance(?), slight smut, crime!au

Word count: 4k

Disclaimers: This is purely a work of fiction. This does not represent the members of BTS or meant to label them in any way. 

Tags: stalker themes and behavior, suicide, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of death, serial killer themes, descriptions of deaths .

****

You first met him at California State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Rodney “Dr. Smile” Buck killed forty to forty-five innocent men and women between 2019 to 2021. At the time nobody understood why. People vanished off the street then turned up somewhere bloody with a carved smile on their faces. It baffled police for ages. No witnesses gave positive I.D.s and all leads went cold. The victims’ families began losing hope in the justice system. But then you were put on the case. Your superiors liked your results. You gave them witness statements, camera footage, and leads in places they hadn’t looked. One lead still puzzles them. 

Dr. Hoseok Jung, former psychiatrist and neurosurgeon, is known by some as The Seoul Eater. It is a ridiculous and crude name, and Hoseok hates it. He earned it in Korea where he began killing people and eating them. It scared you to be honest. He’s a freaking Asian Hannibal Lector. Nobody can properly diagnose him. He has sociopathic traits, but not enough to categorize him as such. He tortured animals as a young boy; he feels no remorse or guilt for his actions. He manipulated his victims into believing he is trustworthy and safe; he eluded capture for years through his tricks. But doctors say he doesn’t share much else in the profile. You understood why they had trouble profiling him. You heard he’s very interested in the fine arts and enjoys drawing and writing poems. If one were to pass him on the street, he’d look like any regular person which makes him more dangerous. Soft spoken with kind eyes and dimpled smile, he’d melted several hearts during his trial. It sickened you how many women showed up to see this “dreamy heart throb”. He is no heart throb. He’s a lunatic. 

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[holy-kpop-hoe]

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

[written-in-flowers]

Mixed Up

Summary: RM is not the kind of person one wants to get mixed up with. But an incident with a package and your ex lands you in his car. 

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Smut, gang!au, 

Word Count: 7k

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction and purely for entertainment. It does not represent BTS in any way. 

Tags: vanilla stuff, multiple orgasms, oral (giving and receiving), multiple positions, and Namjoon’s got a big one (because he does). 

***Please do not repost!****

*I apologize to mobile users in advance*

You never knew the contents of “the box”, but you knew it was there. Every Saturday someone dropped it off, Jared hid it under the counter, and every Sunday someone picked it up. He happened to be that someone. You only saw RM on days you worked and Sundays. He’d occasionally flirt with you, but you made a point not to flirt back. Especially with Jared watching the whole time; not that he spoke up anyways. He knew better than to cross RM, Bangtan Boys leader. You never said anything either. You kept your head down and went about your business. Jared said he didn’t need you causing him any trouble with “The Bangtans”. When you mumbled about “the box” bringing more, he told you to shut it. You never talked about “the box”. You never touched or looked at it. Whatever  it contained was between Jared and the gang. You were only a cashier and that was all. 

RM owned the convenience store where you both worked. You spent your shifts restocking shelves, cashing out customers and cleaning. Jared usually stayed in the office where he…did whatever he did. You’d both started dating a year ago, and it’d started out nice. You thought him to be attentive and gentle. You’d thought perhaps you’d found a good guy in the midst of so many bad ones. But, then you started living together. You thought there’d be some sort of equality in the house: you’d both do household tasks, cook dinner, and clean up. Not with Jared. Jared made you do everything while he wasted away in his armchair, drinking beers in front of the television. Little things bothered him the most: when you served him on a paper plate, when you left dishes in the sink too long, or if his shirts had wrinkles. You supposed working under someone like RM brought on stress, but it couldn’t be that. The man never asked for anything unreasonable. He only expected his store be managed properly and money be made. Whenever they came to call, Jared became frantic and more agitated than usual. You guessed Bangtans brought that out in people. 

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[holy-kpop-hoe]

This was hot af, so well written and surprisingly heartwarming. Love it 💖

[written-in-flowers]

Hip Thrust Game (Drabble)

Hoseok x Reader

Smut

Hoseok's hip thrust game tho.

*****

God he was strong. Not in the sense of muscles and strength but his power. You supposed being a dancer made hip thrusting easier. He already drove people wild when he did it on stage. No matter the pants or song, he sent pelvic thrusts in the crowds. In bed with you, they're equally glorious. How he always starts of slow, going into you little by little until he buried himself in you. He holds your knees first, sometimes at his waist and sometimes at his shoulders. You both become puzzle pieces fitting together as he rolls his hips to yours. When he finally leans forward, kissing and sucking at your neck and chest, is when the rolling turns into rocking. Slightly harder, you feel him much deeper now. His width stretched you and he pressed right on that sweet spot. But no. No, you're only getting started. He locks you in a passionate kiss, both of you so consumed in one another you only feel each other. The soft slapping of skin on skin excites you. God, he's so good! He's a wizard with your body. Sucking firmly on your nipples, his tongue flicking on them, his thumb reaches between your bodies. That sudden sensitivity he'd created shot up through you again in his thrusting. His thumb rubbing up and down, he hit all the right spots. 

He'd come back from the studio when he found you. Sitting on your bed in a towel, you'd relaxed in the cool air. A towel that made his mind wander. You started with small talk about your days. He'd seemed tired when he first walked in, but now he's awake. He came onto you the second you "accidentally" dropped your towel.

His own groans arouse you further. Deep, soft ones that send shivers down your spine. Then suddenly, he's folded you and now placed over you. You're trapped. You're helpless to stop the sudden pounding he gave. He never tires easily. 12 to 14 hours dance practises strengthen that much. It's the best part. When he sees you shaking under him, he quickened his pace. Not to finish quickly and sleep, but to wear you out. Seeing you sweaty, panting and exhausted made him happy. He loves pleasuring you. Quaking and moaning his name, your walls clenched tightly around him as your orgasm came in waves. You lost all touch with reality in your climax. Nothing mattered except this moment tangled with Hoseok. This sweet moment where you are alone together, a rarity during touring and promotions. 

He pulls out and brings you onto him. Not that it stops the grinding. He doesn't give you a second to recover. He fucks you hard. While you ease into your ride, hands on either side of him, he grabs you roughly and bucks up. The kind he does on stage. At a slight angle, he hits the same place each time. You guide him there in your own way, moving yourself to match him. It goes on like this in every position: his hip thrusts working their magic until you're a mess. You thought you'd go insane. Is that possible? Can good dick make you crazy? When you're both finally tired, you fall onto the bed.

"How are you so good at that?" You mumbled, kissing him. 

"I'm a dancer. It's what we do."

[holy-kpop-hoe]

Anyone there?...

Hello!

These last months have been really hard for me, both regarding my personal life and my writing. I realized that I can deliver a way better fanfic if I rewrite it, now with better and more complex characters, backstories and plot. So, for those of you that are still expecting Jade Tigers to be updated, expect a rewritten and better story in the future. Any constructive criticism and ideas will be taken into account.

Thank you all for your support, see you soon.

[written-in-flowers]

Christmas Drabble

A fluffy domestic drabble with Jackson, please! “-Your son is awake.” “Before sunrise he’s your son” 🦁 

**I didn’t use the exact quote, which I haven’t done with most of these, but I hope you still love this, darling! <3 xoxo****

***Also, had no title for this, so there…***

It’s morning already, you thought groggily. Rolling over onto your stomach, you see the clock. ‘7:42am’ is written in bright red numbers on the clock. You told your son you and his father will be awake to see him open presents. Knowing, him he will have woken up before the both of you. You already pictured the small, brown-haired boy sitting a foot away from the mountain of presents.You recalled the gift bags and boxes friends and family left on their way out of the house. Some are obviously for you and Jackson, but your son won’t care about that. You smiled thinking of his sweet, happy face eagerly looking at them. He must be dying to open them. Your eyes looked to the frosted windows a few feet from your bed. Snow rested on the window sill and you saw tiny flakes falling through the tree branches. Christmas snow. How beautiful. The cold made you want to stay in bed longer. 

“Jackson…” you softly called over your shoulder. “It’s morning.” When your husband merely mumbled his response, you shook his shoulder, “Jackson, wake up.”

“I’m up.”

You could hear tiny footsteps coming up the stairs. “Your son is awake.”

“What time is it?” 

“Almost 8.”

“My head is killing me,” he groaned into his pillow, shielding his eyes from the light in the room. “Can’t he wait a bit longer?”

“He’s six, so no.”

Jackson chuckled. “Remind me never to drink anything Youngjae brings again.”

“Then I’ll also remind you not to drink so much of it either,” you smiled. 

Jackson eventually rolled over to face you. Bare faced and sleepy, Jackson never looked more handsome. These first small moments of the day are the best. You loved waking up to your best friend each day. You pushed brown hair from his face and kissed him. “Merry Christmas,” you muttered between kisses. 

“Merry Christmas.” 

He pulled you to him. His bare chest pressed to yours and you put one leg over his thigh. His hands rested on your back to trace small circles on your skin. Not lustfully. No, he’d done enough of that last night. But you still enjoyed his lazy, tender touches. Your own fingers did the same on his chest. No matter how long you’d been married; no matter how many beds you’ve shared or seen him shirtless, you loved memorizing him. For those few precious seconds, you’re falling in love with him all over again. 

“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up, it’s Christmas!”

Elijah, a miniature of Jackson and a whopping six-years-old, came bounding into your bedroom. He crawled up onto the bed, laughing and smiling, as he nestled in the middle. Neither of you minded, smothering him in kisses and greetings. You looked at the pair for a second, taking in the warmth and glow of them both. There is nowhere else you’d rather be today then here with them. You gave each of them a kiss, told Elijah to go back downstairs, and you’d make breakfast for him soon. Jackson grumbled something about coffee and sat up while your son ran back out of the room. 

“I love you,” you found yourself telling him, seeing him sitting up on the edge of the bed. 

He smiled, laying back towards you, “I love you too,” he smiled, giving you a soft kiss before leaving the room. 

You certainly felt lucky.

[holy-kpop-hoe]

I love this so much 😭🤧

Thank you, love 💖

[written-in-flowers]

Minjoon; "I'm looking for something cute and small..." :DDDDDD

Oh you know how much I love our boys! This one's easy!

****

He'd stopped by the ramen shop down the street from the bus station. It'd make more sense to go to the one closer to the mall, but Jimin didn't like that one. He said this particular shop must put something in their broth to make it even more flavorful. After ordering Jimin's favorite bowl to go, Namjoon walked down the street and headed towards the shopping mall.

The place full of shoppers, the sense of the holidays hung in the air. The mall wrapped tinsel around the columns and staircase rails. Giant christmas trees stood in centers of large spaces covered in baubles and decorations. All the stores decorated their window displays to show off the newest items and promote special holiday sales. Namjoon thought of getting Jimin's present now before the younger caught him at it. Jimin had a habit of "stumbling" across his gifts, which Namjoon couldn't help but awe over. Still, he'd drop off lunch first.

In a boutique next to the coffee shop, he saw several people picking out clothes and shoes for themselves or loved ones. He carefully passed people doing their shopping and stared around. It'd been here, by the men's area, where he'd met the bubbly, bright boy who stole his heart in a smile. He fondly recalled suggesting Jimin try on the clothes since his "friend" was roughly Jimin's size (he later gave these items to his best friend, Yoongi, who wrinkled his nose at the bright colors). Namjoon's heart skipped a beat remembering Jimin catching onto his game but playing along. He'd never fallen for someone so quick.

He saw him by the women's sportswear. He knew him just from the back of his orange head. Showing a track suit to a customer, Jimin didn't notice the tall man coming up behind him. Namjoon smiled widely, Jimin's presence lifting his spirits. When the woman agreed on a color, he let her go to try it on.

"Excuse me, sir," Namjoon started, "I'm looking for something small and cute. Anything you might reccomend?"

Jimin's smile made his day. The stress of the studio, the pressure to produce new tracks for clients, and the approaching holiday shopping washed away in that smile. Lucious, pink lips curled up to his cheeks where his eyes smiled at him too. He could stand here and look at that smile forever. Pushing orange locks from his face, Jimin blushed.

"I have one thing I could reccomend," he giggled, pecking Namjoon's lips. "If you're shopping for a special someone, trust me, he won't want anything from here."

"Oh, believe me this is the last place I'd go," he glanced around the store. "You didn't take anything with you when you left this morning and I had some time to spare between sessions...so..." he lifted the ramen bag.

Jimin gasped and took the bag. Opening the paper a small bit, he deeply inhaled the pork scent coming from within. "It smells so good! And you went to that little shop farther down the road too. You're the best." Jimin planted a longer kiss on him, and Namjoon did not object.

"I worry," said Namjoon.

"I know. Do you wanna wait a bit? I can get my break now so we can at least eat together? I had to leave pretty quickly this morning."

"Sounds great."

"That singer you're working with won't get mad?"

"They might, but I don't care. I want to be with you," he smiled. "Now, go get that break before I decide that ugly lime green suit is a perfect gift for you."

Jimin laughed, giving him a small shove before walking off.

[written-in-flowers]

Hey! This is in response to your drabble requests! How about a Jungkook x reader or an oc with the quote - "I'm always going to be soft for you, that's the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ' come here, it's been too long. It felt like home with you'. " What do you think?

Awesome! Let’s get it!

Disclaimer: Mentions of drug use

You sat cradled against him, your back to his chest and his arms around you. Strangely, Jungkook never had a specific scent. You always heard of guys smelling like cinnamon or vanilla or some other random aroma. Not Jungkook. He smelled like detergent and soap, but not too harshly. It’s the kind that’s neither fresh no fully faded out. It lingered still on his fuzzy sweater; the thick one he wore only in winter. It made him a million times cozier than usual. Whenever you smelled it, you remembered home. Sitting on the couch drinking hot chocolate in front of a film at home. It brought back lazy days and warm nights. Can a person be home? If so, Jungkook is perfect for it. You took a deep breath of his scent, never wanting to forget it. 

“What was that?” he laughed, looking at you on his arm. 

“Nothing,” you replied, snuggling to him once more. “You just feel good. This sweater turns you into a big blanket.” His arms and legs kept away the chill coming in from outside.  “It’s nice being like this with you.”

He nuzzled your neck, planting a delicate kiss there, “It is especially after such a shitty day.”

“I’m still sorry you had a bad practice,” you frowned. You patted his arm gently, “You guys will get it right before the recital.”

“No with how Hoseok was today.” He held you tighter around the waist, “Heard about what happened with him and Yoongi?”

“I did. Jimin told me over the phone when I tried calling you. He tried going back to Yoongi.” 

“He did. Hoseok was a wreck during practice. I’ve never seen him so distracted.”

It’d been a year since your friends Hoseok and Yoongi broke up. Hoseok grew addicted to the pain medication given after a surgery. It’d ruined anything Hoseok and Yoongi shared. You recalled how deep in love they’d been. They’d spent every day together; they’d lived in the same apartment and worked in the same building. Hoseok went to Yoongi’s music shop after practice; Yoongi would visit the dance studio upstairs. Whenever Yoongi looked at Hoseok, it was as if he’d just seen the sun for the first time. You remembered the songs he wrote for Hoseok and the terrible attempts at even singing them. Hoseok used to make Yoongi’s favorite foods to take to the shop; he used to hold Yoongi’s hand as if tethered. You admired their strong love, hoping you and Jungkook could be as everlasting. But then the drugs happened. Fights, arguments, shouting matches became part of their routine, you’d heard. They always ended with Hoseok somehow hurting Yoongi, the person who supported him the most. You guessed Yoongi could only handle so much. 

Namjoon told you about Hoseoki’s condition. He’d gotten off the stuff for good. He’s two years clean and living his best life: running his own dance studio now, playing small rap gigs on the side and selling songs for money. You wondered what might happen if it’d been you and Jungkook. It broke your hear immediately, which made you snuggle close. 

“And Yoongi turned him away?” you asked. 

“He did. I guess there’s too many bad memories there.” He kissed your neck again, this time leaving his face there. “I don’t know how somebody can just harden on a person like that. You know what I mean? Turn their back and close the door on a person who’d loved them so much. Yoongi might be hard to others, but he’d always been soft for Hoseok.” He turned your head so you looked into his eyes. Doe eyes the color of chocolate cream gazed into yours before he pecked your lips. “I don’t know what I’d do if you shut me out for good. I’d probably feel like a part of me was missing. I already hate thinking about it.” 

You smiled to yourself, taking his hand and kissing the back, “I'm always going to be soft for you, that's the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ' come here, it's been too long. It felt like home with you'.” 

He smiled and you kissed him. He’s too perfect. You curled up to him again, resting your head on his chest. His scent came back to you in thin, small wisps. He is home. 

****

Okay, I really hope you like this! This quote was a bit tricky and I didn’t feel like getting angsty, so I (hopefully) made it softer. Thank you for requesting!! <3

[written-in-flowers]

Hot For Pool Boy

Summary: He’s definitely too young for you. You’re married with children. He’s a college student who cleans your pool every month. But still…you can look at him, right? 

Pairing: Jungkook x older!reader

Genre: Smut. like 100% smut. 

Words: 2k

Warnings: infidelity/cheating, married!reader, face sitting, multiple positions, oral sex (giving and receiving), masturbation (female), 

Disclaimer: The events depicted within are fictitious and solely for entertainment purposes. No money is being made from this. They do not represent the members in any way. 

*****

At least twenty years. Fifteen at least. That’s how much younger Jungkook is than you. Yet, this number did not deter his advances in any way. Your husband hired the new pool boy after the last one moved away. His attention to detail, knowledge of chemicals and pools impressed your husband; he had no problem paying him well for the work. You thought him attractive certainly. His cute nose and doe-eyes reminded you of your daughter’s bunny rabbit. However, his body was no rabbit. Your eyes constantly scanned his lean torso and strong arms. He definitely knew you watched him from the kitchen window if not next to the pool. He’d recently started sporting tank tops or going completely shirtless on days your husband worked. You watched him lift buckets and hose down the floors. You found it hard to look away. No way. He’s much too young. Twenty-two and still in college, he’s a child compared to you. Anyways, you’re married with two children now. Those days are over for you. 

Jungkook seemed to think differently. Around summer, when you took to sunbathing or swimming in the pool, Jungkook came around more often. Conveniently, his father owned a landscaping business he recommended to your husband, Harry. As if seeing Jungkook once a month wasn’t bad enough, now he came more frequently. Then his mother became your new maid, coming once a week to deep clean your house. Jungkook, naturally, came with her to help. He’d flirt with you, though never in front of anyone. He’d say things like: “Nice swimsuit, Mrs. Carson,” or “You look lovely today, Mrs. Carson.” You first wrote it off as a boy trying to keep his job. However, the compliments became less subtle. “Did you do something to your hair? It looks great” and “Have you been working out?”. The thought of Jungkook eyeing you so closely aroused you, but you ignored it. You suppressed it. Jungkook is too young for you. No way a woman like you can seriously pull a guy like him. 

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[jack777]

because his hands are art

[gaypeople-remade]

💖 boy with luv 💖

[dazzlingkai]

Jackson Wang shops for the perfect tracksuit

[suga-ssi]

soft suga mode ❤