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Drag Me Down (To Hell) | 02

↬ Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter. ↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x reader ↬ Genre: mafia!au ↬ Rating: Mature (for themes; will change in later chapters) ↬ Word Count: 9.931

Part 01

When you had told Jeongguk to only call you for matters pertaining to Surin, you hadn’t expected that call to come so soon.

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Fall For You (M) | 01

Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him. Word Count: 10,764 Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to… A/N: Completely inspired by this vine that I saw months ago that hasn’t left me alone since. Bonus points to those who notice the line of the song in the fic. Extra bonus points to those who recognize the Hamilton reference

Part 02. Part 03

If you were being completely honest, your issue with Jeon Jungkook began years before university.

You’d grown up close to each other, his house was right across from yours but you’d hated him from the moment you met in primary school. He’d joined you and your friends in a game of truth or dare during recess, and his dare for you had been to race him from one end of the playground to the other. You had tripped, cutting your knees open but he’d continued running, winning before realizing you weren’t behind him anymore. Only by that time, the teacher had gotten to you and you’d spent the rest of primary school glaring at Jungkook whenever he was in your sights, childishly blaming him for your scars.

Of course, you didn’t hold that grudge still. Your first year of university had just started, and it would be petty and pathetic of you to still hate him for that reason. But Jungkook had given you several more reasons to hate him throughout your years of schooling.

You’d watched throughout middle and high school as Jungkook grew from a cheeky, cocky kid, into an even cockier young man. He’d never cared much for his grades, choosing instead to throw parties with his friends, to ditch class occasionally, and rile up any girls he chose. You stayed away from him, attending different parties and sticking with your small group of friends, and by the second year of high school Jungkook became one of the most well known players of the town.

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If We Were A Movie | Jimin (M)

Summary: Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.

Word Count: 14.2k (give my noveL A CHANCE)

Genre: smut/fluff/a touch of angst; fwb!Jimin

A/N: I really have no excuse for this. It’s just a ton of smutty filth with Park Jimin

You were already more than halfway to Jimin’s house by the time you sent a text to tell him you were on your way, but you knew full well he would already be there. You’d seen him leave practice a few minutes before you, and he hadn’t been with the rest of your friends, so when you got a quick response, you weren’t surprised that he was expecting you.

Entering through the back had become a pastime by now, even though his front door was just as easy for you to get to. It reminded you of the first few times you’d done this, when you’d worried about his parents catching you. But now, in the beginning of your last year of high school, Jimin had already moved out, and you only had to worry about his roommates.

Twisting your key through the lock, you drop your book bag and gym bag onto the floor in the kitchen near his, barely remembering to close the door before you were searching for him. He wasn’t difficult to find, though, considering it was a Friday afternoon and he’d just finished a three-hour practice, he was sitting on the couch, video game controller in hand as he played some combat game you couldn’t care less about. When he spots you walking through the doorway, he grins and tosses the controller onto the floor, leaning back against the couch.

“Hello, Y/N.”

“Hey.”

You don’t waste any time in climbing onto his lap, your legs on either side of his waist as you quickly yank off the battered t-shirt he was wearing. Jimin’s hands fall to your hips, and he hums as you run your hands along his toned skin. He was still a little sweaty from practice and you grimace, but it doesn’t stop you from letting your fingers touch all over his chest.

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Chasing Horizons (M)

Summary: Falling in love with Min Yoongi was easy. Loving him, however, proved to be much harder. He’d always been fascinated by the horizon, by the puzzles the beauty in the world provided, and you were always afraid of being left behind in his pursuit of the stars. And so when it happens, your world crumbles around you.

Genre: Fluff, smut, and a bit of angst.

Words: 14.4k

A/N: This is actually dedicated to my friend Joy!! I got the idea, and it finally seemed worthy of her, so I really hope you like it!

The first time you see Min Yoongi, you almost step on him.

It had been your first day at your new high school, and you’d arrived at the building early so you could find your classes before the rush of students could overwhelm you, your bag weighing heavily on your shoulder and your schedule clasped in your hands. With a deep breath, you began up the stairs, your gaze instinctively dropping from the front doors.

You had watched your feet as you walked up the few steps, your uneasy expression falling into a frown as you step to the side to avoid accidentally crushing the hand of a boy hanging over the first step. At first, you were caught off guard, and your pace had faltered as your eyes raked over the boy’s body.

The boy’s face was turned towards the sky, his eyes closed, as he appeared to be sleeping just a few meters away from the front door. His faded pink hair was long, the fringe brushing into his eyes, and his lips were parted as if he were about to speak. His jacket was open, his hand resting on his chest and his feet resting on his backpack. His features were soft, his skin a little fair, and you thought he looked cute, and at peace, as you carefully leaned over to get a better look at him.

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