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cowboy casanova | jjk | teaser
“Never seen you ‘round here before.” He raises an eyebrow. “Anyone with that outfit on gotta be from the East. Ain’t seen a girl in heels in this bar in my whole life.”
“Maybe I like standing out,” you say, tilting your chin up and puffing your chest out. The whiskey’s doing wonders for your nerve. “Someone’s got to remind you boys what real shoes look like.”
The edges of his mouth curve upwards, pondering if he’s impressed or amused by your bite. Secretly, you hope it’s both.
“Sugar, those things are a workplace hazard. You’re tellin’ me you can run in ‘em?” Under the dim lights, his eyes twinkle, setting your chest ablaze with something other than the burn of whiskey.
“I don’t need to run anywhere. I’m a New Yorker. We walk at a fast pace in 7-inch heels.” You’re not well-versed in the whole flirting thing, but this has to be what it’s like… right?
That gets a real laugh out of him, head tipping back, and you feel an absurd little spike of pride at having caused that sound.
“That so?” He moves from behind you, leans an elbow against the bar, angling his body toward you. He travels in languid movements, like he’s got nowhere else on earth to be. “And here I thought you Yankees just had bad manners and worse weather.”
“We’re not rude,” you scoff. “We’re blunt. Honest. There’s a difference.”
He takes a step closer, and the scent of him encroaches, your brain turning fuzzy. “Mm. Didn’t realize those were the same thing.”
“Cousins. Close enough.” You shouldn’t have downed that drink. Now you really need another, because you’re certain you won’t make it out of this conversation in one piece.
“Then let me ask you somethin’, since you’re so honest.” His eyes flicker to your parted lips before jumping back to your eyes.
“Go ahead.”
The music comes to a halt, and Carrie Underwood’s voice blasts through the speakers. You’ve never really liked her music all that much, but her misplaced pep talk might be exactly the kind of bad influence you need.
His head tilts in your direction. “You ever met a Southern boy before me?”
“Can’t say I have.”
“So you must not have heard ‘bout Southern charm, sugar. That’s supposed to be our whole thing down here.” His eyes dare you, jaw twitching with glee at the way you press your thighs together.
“I’ve heard that.” Carelessly, you shrug. “Haven’t seen much evidence of it yet.”
“Keep talkin’ like that and I might have to prove it to you,” he says, voice only a little mocking.
Your body can’t help but lean in his direction, like sunflowers facing the light on a warm summer’s day. “I’d like to see you try, cowboy.”
“Mm.” The man hums, studies you for another moment. Then, he straightens and reaches for the brim of his hat. “Well. Where are my manners?”
He pulls the hat off his head, revealing disheveled chestnut hair that’s longer than you anticipated. You want to run your hands through it, know what it feels like to tug on the locks. The gesture is almost comically formal against the backdrop of the bar, but on him, it doesn’t look like a joke at all. He reaches for your hand. His palm is warm, calloused, swallowing yours whole. “Jungkook.” His eyes don’t dare leave your face. “And who do I got the pleasure of speakin’ to?”
rating. M for mature content.
estimated word count. 10k-13k
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release date: june 26th, 2026.
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shifting gears (1) | jjk
Pairing : Jungkook x mute!deaf! (F.) reader
Genre/tags : racing au, smut, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, illegal street racing, slow burn, hurt/comfort
Summary : one late night, your best friend begs you to go with her to a street race. you decide to join her, and that’s when you meet Jungkook, the “golden driver” of the races, the one always winning and scoring every bet. but when his eyes meet yours, he knows he’s a goner, something he never thought he would be for someone. but that scares him, because he can’t have you—someone too sweet and soft, mixed into a world like his. or could he? maybe he’ll just need to shift gears to find out.
Series Warnings : ANYONE UNDER 18 PLEASE DON’T INTERACT ! reader is deaf and mute, Jungkook being a HUGE softie for reader, slight violence, police chases, eventual smut, fluff, mature language, kook trying his best with his feelings, reader is black/poc, use of sign language, reader wears hearing aids, use of drugs (weed), reader wears hearing aids, long hair koo hehe, koo owns a car AND motorcycle like the bad bitch he is
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The night was way past young, the sky filled with stars from above. Everyone was tucked into their homes, their bundle of safety for the night until morning came.
Except you, that is. You were currently walking along the sidewalk, the summer air brushing your face as your feet met the pavement with each step. Your eyes would check your surroundings from time to time, paranoid about being out so late—walking around the city.
“we’re almost there”, your one and only friend, Nari spoke, her tone filled with excitement.
“Are you sure this is safe?” you signed, expressing your worry with gestures.
“Course it is, girl! I mean it’s not technically legal”, Nari mumbles. “But it’s fun! So fun. And I told you my boyfriend’s racing so we have a reason to go”.
Your brows furrow. “What if the cops get called?”
Nari shrugs. “Then we run back to my place, easy peasy”.
You let out a small sigh, knowing your friend is too stubborn to be convinced. You had tried over and over to excuse yourself from coming, claiming it would be too late and way past your usual bedtime. But here you were, walking with your best friend to a street race.
When you get there, you’re a bit amazed by what you saw. Car after car filled the street, no matter the color, size, or brand. People continued to pull up, men and women combined. But it didn’t matter what your gender was, you were racing and that was that.
Your eyes continued to scan the area, the loud noises of car engines rumbling deep in your chest. The feeling was new, but not bad.
This was new territory for you, another world you weren’t aware existed. But, you supposed this is what happens when the sun goes down and the city goes quiet for a few hours.
“Oh! I see him!” Nari exclaimed, grabbing your hand as you followed behind her into the crowd. You let out a small yelp, trying your best to keep up with her.
You both walk up to an all blue Ford Mustang, the body clean without a scratch on it. And next to it stood the man you assumed was Nari’s boyfriend—a dimpled smile making its way to his face when he saw you both come into view.
“Joonie!”
“Hey, baby” he greeted Nari, bringing her in by the waist, their lips meeting for a kiss. You promptly looked away awkwardly, not wanting to disturb their moment.
“Missed you”, Nari murmured against his lips, smiling against them. “Missed you more”, Namjoon replied before their lips parted, his eyes acknowledging you standing there. “Oh, hey”, he chuckled. “You must be____? I’ve heard a lot about you. You excited to see the race?”
You nod, smiling softly as your eyes drift to the Mustang. “Is that your car?”
Namjoon’s brows scrunch up, confusion evident on his face as his head tilted. “Mhm?”
Nari lightly pats his shoulder. “She asked if this is your car”.
“Oh” Namjoon grins. “Yeah this is mine, pretty fast too. Bought it a few years ago before I started racing down here”.
“He toke me for a drive once, it was horrible”, Nari stated bluntly.
Namjoon chuckles. “It wasn’t that bad”
“Oh really?” Nari scoffs. “You were speeding so much I almost puked all over the dashboard”
“But I made sure to be careful didn’t I?” Namjoon flashed a grin at her.
“Barely” Nari fondly rolled her eyes before giving him another peck to the lips. You cover you mouth, giggling quietly at their cute banter.
Soon, the race was minutes away from starting and everyone got into their cars. They drove up to the finish line, aligned next to each other as they revved their engines repeatedly.
You and Nari stood off to the side with the rest of the crowd that came to watch the race, everyone buzzing with excitement and anticipation. You were a bit excited yourself—curious of how fast the cars could truly go.
A younger girl with a cropped shirt and shorts started to walk infront of each expensive vehicle, stopping in the middle of street—raising a checkered flag into the air.
As soon as she brought the flag down, each car toke off down the street. Everyone begins to cheer, jumping up and down or screaming at the top of their lungs. You just ended up clapped, but enthusiastic nonetheless.
What hadn’t known though was how a street race truly worked. Sure, you had heard of Motorsport like formula 1 or derby races—but illegal street racing wasn’t something you knew a lot of until tonight.
Probably because it was illegal to begin with.
“How long are the races?” you sign, gesturing towards the street.
Nari hums in thought, tilting her head. “Not too long, they have to race throughout the city until they make it back to the finish line. Whoever makes it back first wins”, she explains simply.
“Is he good?”
“Who? Joonie?” Nari asked, you nod.
“Yeah he’s pretty good, usually comes in second”.
You nod once more, furrowing your brows “who comes in first?”
Just as Nari was about to reply, she gets interrupted by the sound of a loud engine heading your way. You both turn your heads, seeing an all black Doge Challenger speeding down the street with haste. When it crossed the finish line, everyone around you with crazy with excitement, yelling with enthusiasm for the mystery driver. You clap a few times yourself, curious of it was the won.
The car comes to a stop, being put into park as the car opened—revealing a man getting out with ease. He smiled at the applause and cheering around him—his lip ring catching light as it dangled. He dapped a few guys up as he moved through the crowd, not being too smug but not turning down the attention either. He won rightfully, so he deserved it.
“Him”, Nari nodded in his direction. “Jungkook, one of Namjoon’s friends. There hasn’t been one race where he didn’t come in first, he’s a pro”.
You tilted your head with curiosity. “Has he been racing for long?”
“Yeah, a few more years than Joonie. He’s not too cocky about it though, but he won’t back down from the attention as you can see”, Nari chuckles, gesturing towards the multiple different girls drowning the jet black-haired man with praise. He was polite to them, but you could tell from a distance it was a bit overwhelming for the man.
Namjoon walks over to you both after getting out of his car, a proud smile on his face as he had came in second once again.
“You did amazing, Joon”, Nari praises him, the man lifting her into his arms for a hug.
“Thank you, baby”, he grinned, the dimples appearing. “I was right on Kooks ass but he managed to get me by a few seconds”.
“As usual”, Nari rolled her eyes fondly.
“Hey guys!” you hear, and you turn your head to see Jungkook walking up to you all. For some reason, seeing him walking your way brought a weird feeling to your stomach and you didn’t know why.
Weird. You thought.
“Hey man, enjoying your victory once again?” Namjoon smiled, dapping him up casually.
Jungkook scoffs, smirking. “After beating your ass again? I’m basking in it”.
“Shut up, asshole”, Namjoon chuckles, playfully hitting him in the shoulder.
In the midst of laughing and conversing with his long-term friend, Jungkook notices you out the corner of his eye. You catch on, managing to look away in time.
“Hey”, he says, subtly looking you up and down, taking in your appearance. “Haven’t seen you around here. This your first race?”
You nod shyly, offering a hand in greeting for him. He glances down at your hand, huffing out a smile as he returned the handshake.
“I’m assuming you have a name?” Jungkook teased lightly, noticing you were rather quieter than your more chattier best friend.
That made you freeze, not sure how could physically tell him your name—and you doubted he knew an inkling of sign language.
Thinking quickly, you pull out your phone—moving to the notes app to quickly type out your name. You turn the screen towards him, taking in his reaction as he read it.
“_____?” Jungkook reads aloud, a smile forming. “I like that, very unique. Thank you for coming to the race, you have fun?”
You nod, smiling as you went to type on your phone again.
It was very fun. Just loud.
Jungkook laughs, digging his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, it gets loud around here sometimes but it’s all fun. What did you guys plan on doing after this though?”
“We were probably gonna head back to our apartment for the night, ____ didn’t wanna be out too late”, Nari replies, walking up to place her arm around your shoulder.
As Jungkook opened his mouth to reply, the loud noise of police sirens could be heard in the distance. In an instant everyone began scattering, getting into their cars and leaving the area.
Jungkook looked back at you, smiling causally as if the chaos around him wasn’t currently happening. That made you realize how used to this world he truly was.
“It was nice to meet you, _____. See you around, yeah?” He spoke, his voice husky but soft. You manage to nod, feeling heat rush to your cheeks from the intimate tone.
Jungkook gives you one last glance before running off to his car, his body becoming lost in the swarm of people on the street.
“Come on _____! We’re riding with Joon back home”, Nari quickly grabbed her hand, following behind her boyfriend back to his car.
As you all drove away, hearing the police sirens in the distance, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The man who you’d only spoken a few words to, but gained so much from at the same time.
And some small part of you wondered when you would see him again.
A/n - Hiii everyone !! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this series. I’m excited to finally be writing my first series on here ahhhh !! bye bye for now :]
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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!!
JUNGKOOK BTS family photo short clip
HOW CAN I BE NORMAL ABOUT HIM 😩
I FEEL INSANEEEEEE
DON'T ASK ME THE COLOR OF ANYTHING
so handsome~
so fine ♡
Jungkook ‘Rolling Stone’ short film