Summary: “Can you tell me about the first time the two of you met?”
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Word Count: 850 | Genre: Uni Au | TW: Angst| Status: In Progress
Reaction To You Slapping His “nambooty” (headcanon)
Kim Seokjin/ Jin
♡Classmates♡ (18+) (M) (one-shot)
Summary: Schoolmates, soulmates? Same thing right? At least to Jin they were.
Pairing:Kim Seokjin x Reader
Word Count: 3.3K | Genre: College Au | TW: Yandere, manipulation, harassment, stalking. | Status: Completed | A/N: I do not condone under any circumstances the events in this fictional story, nor do the portrays of the characters in this story resemble the real life personalities of those mentioned 18+
♡Make a Wish♡ (A) (one-shot)
Summary: “Make a wish, my love, but make sure it is worth it.”
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Word Count: 500 | Genre: Established Relationship Au | TW: Angst, Death, Sad | Status: Completed
♡Perfect Distractions♡ (M/S) (head-canon)
Summary: You and hobi have some fun on a zoom conference call!
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Word Count: 864 | Genre: Established Relationship & Office Au | TW: Explicit smut. | Status: Completed
♡Birthday Surprise♡ (1) (2) (M/A) (two-shot)
Summary: Since you were a little girl surprises had been your passion, something about making every moment memorable. However when your boyfriends birthday roles around, no amount of planning can prepare you for the surprises in store.
Pairing:Park Jimin x Reader
Word Count: 2.7K | Genre: College Au | TW: Angst, Swearing, Infidelity, Betrayal | Status: Completed
Sex Tape (headcanon)
♡ 15 Minutes ♡ (18+) (M) (one-shot)
Summary: Finally gaining the courage to escape your captor, you can't help but recall the circumstances that led you to be locked up in the first place. As the minutes count down, you can only pray to make it out before he makes it back home.
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 2.3K | Genre: Mafia Au | Status: Completed |
TW:Mentions murder, abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping, dark themes of yandere. 18+ (A/N: I do not condone under any circumstances the events in this fictional story, nor do the portrays of the characters in this story resemble the real life personalities of those mentioned.)
♡ Promises ♡ (M)
Summary: “Promise me you’ll open this at some point while I’m away on tour and the moment feels right. It could be tonight before I leave, two days from now, two weeks or even two months. Whenever you decide.”
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader
Work Count: 1.2k | TW: Angst, some fluff briefly, mentions potential cheating (not confirmed) | Statues: Completed
Booty Obsessed (headcanon)
♡Confessions♡ Pt. 2
Summary: "Since we're about to die, I need you to know, I've always loved you, Jungkook."
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 642 | Genre: Office Au | TW: Mentions potential death/bomb threat (nobody dies), Angst, some fluff briefly, mentions of potential unrequited love. | Status: Completed
♡My Perfect Patient♡
Summary: Dentist Office Au/PWP - Jaw pain is just as much of a pain in the mouth as it is in the ass, but don't worry, your favourite dentist is sure to fix you right up, using some special methods.
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 1.5K | Genre: Dentist Au | TW: Explicit smut, aggressive themes, praising kink, oral sex, Dom/Daddy Jungkook, over-stimulation, cum eating, honestly just straight porn without any proper plot. | Status: Completed
♡Oh My Lucifer Masterlist♡ (series)
♡Match Games - Masterlists♡ (ask game)
How Much It Would Cost Me To Babysit Each Member ( headcanon)
So this might be very random, I doubt you'll see it since it last shows you were active a year ago 😭😭😭 but I'm @/introlxv and we used to be friends before I eventually deactivated years ago and left tumblr... I'm almost done with college now and time has flown like crazy... a few friends of mine irl were discussing having online friends and I just randomly remembered you and @/sor-vette 😭😭😭
During the time our tumblr phase was blossoming, I was having one of the worst situations irl which was extremely taxing mentally and physically and you guys along with this app really made things better... I was able to forget things for a while and our interactions as well as writing was something that helped me tremendously...
I'm in contact with sor-vette... And although I don't expect you to reply or us to be friends again, but I just wanted to ask - how's everything going? Are you well? Happy?
I wish you nothing but the best from life and although we're technically strangers, I'm always rooting for you and I hope you know that when someone in my life mentions tumblr, you're one of the fond memories I have from this app!
Take care 🤍🤍🤍
I honestly can't even put into words how much this means to me, I don't know if you'll ever read this or if anyone at that time will but to everyone who read, who commented, to all the moots and especially you and sorvette, to everyone on this app who was in the Fandom and made being an army such a magical experince, thank you. I dont remember the last time I was on this account but I know a lots happened in between, I got married, moved across the country, my cats had a bunch of kittens who are currently shitting up a storm lmao. I don't really listen to BTS as much, but I'll always love the experience, so thank you❤️ Thank you for making some of the best memories ive ever had online
Hey everyone💕 It’s been a minute or I guess maybe year and a bit lol . I thought it's time for a little life/explanation update. (Feel free to skip to the end for a question I have for my readers, if you want to skip the personal parts.)
So let's address the biggest and main point first: I am officially stepping away from writing and most likely Tumblr altogether. While it has been incredible and I've had the opportunity to meet with so many wonderful and incredible writers and readers, sadly, this is no longer a passion of mine. Over the past year, a lot life-changing events have happened, and as a result, I can't really say I'm the same person who created this account, if that makes sense.
(Scroll here for the question)
My second point/question is about the actual fics. Now, I know some of them, such as OML and a few others, were still being continued before I left. So, my question is, would any of you like to know the originally planned endings? I can post a huge group spoiler for all the fics, or just leave them up to the imagination, but I just thought I'd ask and see what's up. Another thing I want to mention is that I will be leaving the account up in case anyone is worried about losing these fics. Although I won’t be writing, I want everyone to still be able to access them. I wanna take this last moment to say thank you to every single one of you who read, liked, commented, everything. You mean the world to me, when I started writing I never thought anyone would wanna read, to having 1000+ notes on OML, I'll miss so many of you, and I may even check in from time to time. Remember to get enough sleep, eat well💕
Are you going to publish the House Husband Jungkook ff soon? I’m really looking forward to it
Hi babes!!! It's actually almost finished, tbh I'm just figuring out some last details and it should be out soon <3 I still can't decide if I wanna include smut or not so that's been the biggest reason behind the delay pls feel free to add any thoughts 😭😭
Sooo Jungkook Way of the House Husband is OFFICIALLY IN THE WORKS!! ☺️☺️💕let me know if you’d like to be in the taglist! The first episode should be out this soon!!
Anyone interested in a Jungkook mini fic series, in the style of the way of the househusband anime? Ex mafia Jungkook learning to become a house husband for Y/n😭😭😭
Just imagine Jungkook bowing at the foot of your bed, “GOOD MORNING BOSS, I’M READY TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING FOR THE DAY”
Sooo Jungkook Way of the House Husband is OFFICIALLY IN THE WORKS!! ☺️☺️💕let me know if you’d like to be in the taglist! The first episode should be out this soon!!
Anyone interested in a Jungkook mini fic series, in the style of the way of the househusband anime? Ex mafia Jungkook learning to become a house husband for Y/n😭😭😭
Just imagine Jungkook bowing at the foot of your bed, “GOOD MORNING BOSS, I’M READY TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING FOR THE DAY”
Anyone interested in a Jungkook mini fic series, in the style of the way of the househusband anime? Ex mafia Jungkook learning to become a house husband for Y/n😭😭😭
Just imagine Jungkook bowing at the foot of your bed, “GOOD MORNING BOSS, I’M READY TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING FOR THE DAY”
♡Summary: Dentist Office Au/ pwp - Jaw pain is just as much of a pain in the mouth as it is in the ass, but don't worry, your favourite dentist is sure to fix you right up, using some special methods.
♡Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
♡Work Count: 1.5k
♡TW: Explicit smut, aggressive themes, praising kink, oral sex, Dom/Daddy Jungkook, over-stimulation, cum eating, honestly just straight porn without any proper plot.
♡Masterlist
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There’s always a variety of things that normally plague someone’s mind when visiting the dentist, ‘when was the last time I actually flossed’, ‘what do I even look like from this angle, ‘shit, how do I have this much spit in my mouth right now, all brilliant thoughts that only really come forth when you're laid out on a bleak uncomfortable medical chair, head tilted back as your eyes squint from the piercing overhead light, all the while trying to avoid any awkward eye contact with the stranger who’s fingering around your mouth with a spectrum of sharp pointy objects. All normal procedures that truly help to build the universally stereotypical experience of visiting the dentist. Yet, you're not experiencing any of those as you sit laid back, eyes glued to your phone as you aimlessly scroll through random Instagram reels, the only thing plaguing your mind being the horrendous boredom you’re experiencing as you wait for your boyfriend to finish with his last client.
Luckily instead of sitting in the break room, you’re allowed to wait in one of the clinic’s currently empty treatment rooms, only reserved for dental emergencies or long-lasting procedures, one of the many perks of dating the dental clinic co-owner, “Mr. Bunny smiles” himself. Another perk, which you’re taking full advantage of today and the main reason for your visit, is the quick and more importantly free medical checks whenever anything feels off in your mouth, with the most recent one being a throbbing pain in your lower jaw. Though it’s only slightly aching, as you mentioned to him earlier while you both left for work, he made it a point to make you promise to visit today so he can examine it as soon as possible.
“Ah, here’s my favourite patient.” A cheery voice fills the room as the door swings open revealing a grinning Jungkook, one hand resting inside his lab coat pocket as he leisurely closes and locks the door before making his way over to give you a quick kiss on your head. It was always such a sight seeing him like this, white coat with his black scrubs peeking through underneath, hair in messy curls knowing that he’s likely been running his hands through them whenever talking to patients as it’s always been a habit of his when trying to explain something. Especially now that it’s grown out, you can't help but feel yourself get a little awe-struck just at how gorgeous your man truly is.
“Baby, you there?” He smirks, drawing your attention, “ah, and here’s my favourite dentist,” you smile as you tilt your head upwards signalling for a proper kiss on the lips, matching his smirk when he kneels down again pressing his lips gently on yours this time, letting you feel the soft plumpness of them. “Don’t you mean your only dentist,” he mutters, lips still pressed against yours as his hands slide down towards your shoulders delicately squeezing them. “Maybe I have a secret dentist you don’t know about,” you taunt as Jungkook straightens us, trailing his hands towards your jaw and firmly pressing around. “Oh yea, keep talking like that and I might have to start charging you” he teases back before continuing swiftly with the instructions to open your mouth and shut it for him as his hands go back and forth along your jawbone, occasionally grazing your neck causing goosebumps to trickle down your spine.
After a few minutes of the repeated motion, with a low grunt, he moves his hands and begins to run his fingers through his hair, indicating it was time for the diagnosis. “So, I’m not noticing any damage to the jaw, and I just checked your teeth three months ago so those should be fine. I think it’s likely just muscle soreness from you clenching your jaw at work so often,” he begins as he makes his way across the room to remove his coat and gloves, “you’ll probably just need to stretch it out a little and let it loosen up over the next few days.”
“Any suggestions on how I do that,” you sigh, hoping that it doesn't mean you’ll have to walk around with your jaw hanging open for the next few days at work, knowing damn well that Jimin and Yoongi would be making fun of you every chance they get. “Well I do have one idea baby, but it’s a bit unorthodox.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as it drops to a huskier tone, his back still turned to you while his fingers peel back his last glove. Your gaze catches the way the latex rolls off his finger, almost hypnotic the way it reveals the intricate tattoos underneath. “And what would that be,” the words slip out absentmindedly as your eyes remain locked on his hands, watching the way they turn with him to face your direction, before moving towards the string of his pants, casually twisting the fabric between his fingers before undoing them all together.
“Well baby, if you need something to stretch that pretty little jaw out, I’m more than happy to offer my assistance.” He begins to make his way over to you, allowing you to see the bulging imprint that’s aching to be released. Carefully he presses the chair’s button so you’re now laying a little lower than before, as he makes his way toward your head. Eyes peering down at you as his fingers dip under his pants to pull out his throbbing cock. Adjusting so your head is now perfectly in front of his member, all you can do is nod as he uses one hand to stroke your face again, using the other to hold his cock, letting it sluggishly trace your mouth with the tip, and moaning at the way your mouth subtly opens on instinct. “Fuck baby, look at you all eager to fix your jaw, hey,” slowly your tongue rolls out of your mouth as you begin to feel your pussy get wet in anticipation. “Do you know what you do to me princess,” his words come out airy as he begins to slap his cock against your dripping tongue, teasingly stroking the length before slapping it again.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” his cock twitches at the warmth, coating it as you wrap your mouth around it, feeling his tip brush against the back of your throat. The lewd sounds of slurping mixed with moans float around the room, echoing each other in perfect harmony. Tilting your head back further, allowing him to get deeper, you feel yourself soaking at the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out, loving the way you can get him desperate just at your touch. “You like my cock deep inside you baby? Be a good girl and tell me you love it,” Jungkook coos, causing your body to crave him even more as you push yourself closer, practically begging for him to remain inside your mouth. You yearned for the way fit perfectly inside, “Mmm fuck that’s my girl.”
You basked in the way he face-fucks you, wrapping your tongue around his cock as you feel the pressure build inside. His hips jerk quickly making you gag a bit and you could tell he is getting closer as his moans become louder, your name slipping out of your lips repeatedly, as his orgasm builds faster and faster. Your tongue soaks his cock with saliva, as you feel his cum begin to drip all over it as you attempt to swallow every bit. Gently pulling out, Jungkook swiftly moves to help you lift yourself back into a seated position, almost cumming again at how you look with your lips all coated and swollen, eyes still dripping in desire.
Before you can comment on how your jaw does feel slightly better, a booming knock is heard from the door, accompanied by an intense rattle of the handle. “Jungkook, I’m giving you 1 hour to get yourself, y/n and the room cleaned before I bring Ms.Dubois in for her root canal.” An annoyed Taehyung called from the other side, clearly having caught enough of the sounds inside to figure out what was previously going on.
Promptly you began to sit up, re-adjusting yourself and reaching for the disinfectant to hastily clean your surroundings, however as your hand made contact with the package of wipes it was lazily pulled away, as you felt yourself being turned so you’re now chest to chest with a panting, sweaty Jungkook.
Casually dropping his head to your neck, you gasped as his tongue began trailing the skin, licking from your collarbone all the way to your chin, without hesitating to stop and nibble every few inches. His fingers simultaneously trail down your back before harshly grabbing at your ass, “you know what princess, my jaw has been hurting a little too, think you can help your favourite dentist out? After all, we got an hour?”
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♡So this was originally an ask but I sadly lost it , but here was the original authors note for the anon ; hi babes!! The minute I saw this ask I immediately got started on it, cause this idea is sending me into orbit😭✋🏽sorry it took so long & thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope you enjoy ♡
♡Summary: Dentist Office Au/ pwp - Jaw pain is just as much of a pain in the mouth as it is in the ass, but don't worry, your favourite dentist is sure to fix you right up, using some special methods.
♡Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
♡Work Count: 1.5k
♡TW: Explicit smut, aggressive themes, praising kink, oral sex, Dom/Daddy Jungkook, over-stimulation, cum eating, honestly just straight porn without any proper plot.
♡Masterlist
♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡
There’s always a variety of things that normally plague someone’s mind when visiting the dentist, ‘when was the last time I actually flossed’, ‘what do I even look like from this angle, ‘shit, how do I have this much spit in my mouth right now, all brilliant thoughts that only really come forth when you're laid out on a bleak uncomfortable medical chair, head tilted back as your eyes squint from the piercing overhead light, all the while trying to avoid any awkward eye contact with the stranger who’s fingering around your mouth with a spectrum of sharp pointy objects. All normal procedures that truly help to build the universally stereotypical experience of visiting the dentist. Yet, you're not experiencing any of those as you sit laid back, eyes glued to your phone as you aimlessly scroll through random Instagram reels, the only thing plaguing your mind being the horrendous boredom you’re experiencing as you wait for your boyfriend to finish with his last client.
Luckily instead of sitting in the break room, you’re allowed to wait in one of the clinic’s currently empty treatment rooms, only reserved for dental emergencies or long-lasting procedures, one of the many perks of dating the dental clinic co-owner, “Mr. Bunny smiles” himself. Another perk, which you’re taking full advantage of today and the main reason for your visit, is the quick and more importantly free medical checks whenever anything feels off in your mouth, with the most recent one being a throbbing pain in your lower jaw. Though it’s only slightly aching, as you mentioned to him earlier while you both left for work, he made it a point to make you promise to visit today so he can examine it as soon as possible.
“Ah, here’s my favourite patient.” A cheery voice fills the room as the door swings open revealing a grinning Jungkook, one hand resting inside his lab coat pocket as he leisurely closes and locks the door before making his way over to give you a quick kiss on your head. It was always such a sight seeing him like this, white coat with his black scrubs peeking through underneath, hair in messy curls knowing that he’s likely been running his hands through them whenever talking to patients as it’s always been a habit of his when trying to explain something. Especially now that it’s grown out, you can't help but feel yourself get a little awe-struck just at how gorgeous your man truly is.
“Baby, you there?” He smirks, drawing your attention, “ah, and here’s my favourite dentist,” you smile as you tilt your head upwards signalling for a proper kiss on the lips, matching his smirk when he kneels down again pressing his lips gently on yours this time, letting you feel the soft plumpness of them. “Don’t you mean your only dentist,” he mutters, lips still pressed against yours as his hands slide down towards your shoulders delicately squeezing them. “Maybe I have a secret dentist you don’t know about,” you taunt as Jungkook straightens us, trailing his hands towards your jaw and firmly pressing around. “Oh yea, keep talking like that and I might have to start charging you” he teases back before continuing swiftly with the instructions to open your mouth and shut it for him as his hands go back and forth along your jawbone, occasionally grazing your neck causing goosebumps to trickle down your spine.
After a few minutes of the repeated motion, with a low grunt, he moves his hands and begins to run his fingers through his hair, indicating it was time for the diagnosis. “So, I’m not noticing any damage to the jaw, and I just checked your teeth three months ago so those should be fine. I think it’s likely just muscle soreness from you clenching your jaw at work so often,” he begins as he makes his way across the room to remove his coat and gloves, “you’ll probably just need to stretch it out a little and let it loosen up over the next few days.”
“Any suggestions on how I do that,” you sigh, hoping that it doesn't mean you’ll have to walk around with your jaw hanging open for the next few days at work, knowing damn well that Jimin and Yoongi would be making fun of you every chance they get. “Well I do have one idea baby, but it’s a bit unorthodox.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as it drops to a huskier tone, his back still turned to you while his fingers peel back his last glove. Your gaze catches the way the latex rolls off his finger, almost hypnotic the way it reveals the intricate tattoos underneath. “And what would that be,” the words slip out absentmindedly as your eyes remain locked on his hands, watching the way they turn with him to face your direction, before moving towards the string of his pants, casually twisting the fabric between his fingers before undoing them all together.
“Well baby, if you need something to stretch that pretty little jaw out, I’m more than happy to offer my assistance.” He begins to make his way over to you, allowing you to see the bulging imprint that’s aching to be released. Carefully he presses the chair’s button so you’re now laying a little lower than before, as he makes his way toward your head. Eyes peering down at you as his fingers dip under his pants to pull out his throbbing cock. Adjusting so your head is now perfectly in front of his member, all you can do is nod as he uses one hand to stroke your face again, using the other to hold his cock, letting it sluggishly trace your mouth with the tip, and moaning at the way your mouth subtly opens on instinct. “Fuck baby, look at you all eager to fix your jaw, hey,” slowly your tongue rolls out of your mouth as you begin to feel your pussy get wet in anticipation. “Do you know what you do to me princess,” his words come out airy as he begins to slap his cock against your dripping tongue, teasingly stroking the length before slapping it again.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” his cock twitches at the warmth, coating it as you wrap your mouth around it, feeling his tip brush against the back of your throat. The lewd sounds of slurping mixed with moans float around the room, echoing each other in perfect harmony. Tilting your head back further, allowing him to get deeper, you feel yourself soaking at the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out, loving the way you can get him desperate just at your touch. “You like my cock deep inside you baby? Be a good girl and tell me you love it,” Jungkook coos, causing your body to crave him even more as you push yourself closer, practically begging for him to remain inside your mouth. You yearned for the way fit perfectly inside, “Mmm fuck that’s my girl.”
You basked in the way he face-fucks you, wrapping your tongue around his cock as you feel the pressure build inside. His hips jerk quickly making you gag a bit and you could tell he is getting closer as his moans become louder, your name slipping out of your lips repeatedly, as his orgasm builds faster and faster. Your tongue soaks his cock with saliva, as you feel his cum begin to drip all over it as you attempt to swallow every bit. Gently pulling out, Jungkook swiftly moves to help you lift yourself back into a seated position, almost cumming again at how you look with your lips all coated and swollen, eyes still dripping in desire.
Before you can comment on how your jaw does feel slightly better, a booming knock is heard from the door, accompanied by an intense rattle of the handle. “Jungkook, I’m giving you 1 hour to get yourself, y/n and the room cleaned before I bring Ms.Dubois in for her root canal.” An annoyed Taehyung called from the other side, clearly having caught enough of the sounds inside to figure out what was previously going on.
Promptly you began to sit up, re-adjusting yourself and reaching for the disinfectant to hastily clean your surroundings, however as your hand made contact with the package of wipes it was lazily pulled away, as you felt yourself being turned so you’re now chest to chest with a panting, sweaty Jungkook.
Casually dropping his head to your neck, you gasped as his tongue began trailing the skin, licking from your collarbone all the way to your chin, without hesitating to stop and nibble every few inches. His fingers simultaneously trail down your back before harshly grabbing at your ass, “you know what princess, my jaw has been hurting a little too, think you can help your favourite dentist out? After all, we got an hour?”
♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡
♡So this was originally an ask but I sadly lost it , but here was the original authors note for the anon ; hi babes!! The minute I saw this ask I immediately got started on it, cause this idea is sending me into orbit😭✋🏽sorry it took so long & thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope you enjoy ♡
♡Summary: Dentist Office Au/ pwp - Jaw pain is just as much of a pain in the mouth as it is in the ass, but don't worry, your favourite dentist is sure to fix you right up, using some special methods.
♡Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
♡Work Count: 1.5k
♡TW: Explicit smut, aggressive themes, praising kink, oral sex, Dom/Daddy Jungkook, over-stimulation, cum eating, honestly just straight porn without any proper plot.
♡Masterlist
♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡
There’s always a variety of things that normally plague someone’s mind when visiting the dentist, ‘when was the last time I actually flossed’, ‘what do I even look like from this angle, ‘shit, how do I have this much spit in my mouth right now, all brilliant thoughts that only really come forth when you're laid out on a bleak uncomfortable medical chair, head tilted back as your eyes squint from the piercing overhead light, all the while trying to avoid any awkward eye contact with the stranger who’s fingering around your mouth with a spectrum of sharp pointy objects. All normal procedures that truly help to build the universally stereotypical experience of visiting the dentist. Yet, you're not experiencing any of those as you sit laid back, eyes glued to your phone as you aimlessly scroll through random Instagram reels, the only thing plaguing your mind being the horrendous boredom you’re experiencing as you wait for your boyfriend to finish with his last client.
Luckily instead of sitting in the break room, you’re allowed to wait in one of the clinic’s currently empty treatment rooms, only reserved for dental emergencies or long-lasting procedures, one of the many perks of dating the dental clinic co-owner, “Mr. Bunny smiles” himself. Another perk, which you’re taking full advantage of today and the main reason for your visit, is the quick and more importantly free medical checks whenever anything feels off in your mouth, with the most recent one being a throbbing pain in your lower jaw. Though it’s only slightly aching, as you mentioned to him earlier while you both left for work, he made it a point to make you promise to visit today so he can examine it as soon as possible.
“Ah, here’s my favourite patient.” A cheery voice fills the room as the door swings open revealing a grinning Jungkook, one hand resting inside his lab coat pocket as he leisurely closes and locks the door before making his way over to give you a quick kiss on your head. It was always such a sight seeing him like this, white coat with his black scrubs peeking through underneath, hair in messy curls knowing that he’s likely been running his hands through them whenever talking to patients as it’s always been a habit of his when trying to explain something. Especially now that it’s grown out, you can't help but feel yourself get a little awe-struck just at how gorgeous your man truly is.
“Baby, you there?” He smirks, drawing your attention, “ah, and here’s my favourite dentist,” you smile as you tilt your head upwards signalling for a proper kiss on the lips, matching his smirk when he kneels down again pressing his lips gently on yours this time, letting you feel the soft plumpness of them. “Don’t you mean your only dentist,” he mutters, lips still pressed against yours as his hands slide down towards your shoulders delicately squeezing them. “Maybe I have a secret dentist you don’t know about,” you taunt as Jungkook straightens us, trailing his hands towards your jaw and firmly pressing around. “Oh yea, keep talking like that and I might have to start charging you” he teases back before continuing swiftly with the instructions to open your mouth and shut it for him as his hands go back and forth along your jawbone, occasionally grazing your neck causing goosebumps to trickle down your spine.
After a few minutes of the repeated motion, with a low grunt, he moves his hands and begins to run his fingers through his hair, indicating it was time for the diagnosis. “So, I’m not noticing any damage to the jaw, and I just checked your teeth three months ago so those should be fine. I think it’s likely just muscle soreness from you clenching your jaw at work so often,” he begins as he makes his way across the room to remove his coat and gloves, “you’ll probably just need to stretch it out a little and let it loosen up over the next few days.”
“Any suggestions on how I do that,” you sigh, hoping that it doesn't mean you’ll have to walk around with your jaw hanging open for the next few days at work, knowing damn well that Jimin and Yoongi would be making fun of you every chance they get. “Well I do have one idea baby, but it’s a bit unorthodox.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as it drops to a huskier tone, his back still turned to you while his fingers peel back his last glove. Your gaze catches the way the latex rolls off his finger, almost hypnotic the way it reveals the intricate tattoos underneath. “And what would that be,” the words slip out absentmindedly as your eyes remain locked on his hands, watching the way they turn with him to face your direction, before moving towards the string of his pants, casually twisting the fabric between his fingers before undoing them all together.
“Well baby, if you need something to stretch that pretty little jaw out, I’m more than happy to offer my assistance.” He begins to make his way over to you, allowing you to see the bulging imprint that’s aching to be released. Carefully he presses the chair’s button so you’re now laying a little lower than before, as he makes his way toward your head. Eyes peering down at you as his fingers dip under his pants to pull out his throbbing cock. Adjusting so your head is now perfectly in front of his member, all you can do is nod as he uses one hand to stroke your face again, using the other to hold his cock, letting it sluggishly trace your mouth with the tip, and moaning at the way your mouth subtly opens on instinct. “Fuck baby, look at you all eager to fix your jaw, hey,” slowly your tongue rolls out of your mouth as you begin to feel your pussy get wet in anticipation. “Do you know what you do to me princess,” his words come out airy as he begins to slap his cock against your dripping tongue, teasingly stroking the length before slapping it again.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” his cock twitches at the warmth, coating it as you wrap your mouth around it, feeling his tip brush against the back of your throat. The lewd sounds of slurping mixed with moans float around the room, echoing each other in perfect harmony. Tilting your head back further, allowing him to get deeper, you feel yourself soaking at the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out, loving the way you can get him desperate just at your touch. “You like my cock deep inside you baby? Be a good girl and tell me you love it,” Jungkook coos, causing your body to crave him even more as you push yourself closer, practically begging for him to remain inside your mouth. You yearned for the way fit perfectly inside, “Mmm fuck that’s my girl.”
You basked in the way he face-fucks you, wrapping your tongue around his cock as you feel the pressure build inside. His hips jerk quickly making you gag a bit and you could tell he is getting closer as his moans become louder, your name slipping out of your lips repeatedly, as his orgasm builds faster and faster. Your tongue soaks his cock with saliva, as you feel his cum begin to drip all over it as you attempt to swallow every bit. Gently pulling out, Jungkook swiftly moves to help you lift yourself back into a seated position, almost cumming again at how you look with your lips all coated and swollen, eyes still dripping in desire.
Before you can comment on how your jaw does feel slightly better, a booming knock is heard from the door, accompanied by an intense rattle of the handle. “Jungkook, I’m giving you 1 hour to get yourself, y/n and the room cleaned before I bring Ms.Dubois in for her root canal.” An annoyed Taehyung called from the other side, clearly having caught enough of the sounds inside to figure out what was previously going on.
Promptly you began to sit up, re-adjusting yourself and reaching for the disinfectant to hastily clean your surroundings, however as your hand made contact with the package of wipes it was lazily pulled away, as you felt yourself being turned so you’re now chest to chest with a panting, sweaty Jungkook.
Casually dropping his head to your neck, you gasped as his tongue began trailing the skin, licking from your collarbone all the way to your chin, without hesitating to stop and nibble every few inches. His fingers simultaneously trail down your back before harshly grabbing at your ass, “you know what princess, my jaw has been hurting a little too, think you can help your favourite dentist out? After all, we got an hour?”
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♡So this was originally an ask but I sadly lost it , but here was the original authors note for the anon ; hi babes!! The minute I saw this ask I immediately got started on it, cause this idea is sending me into orbit😭✋🏽sorry it took so long & thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope you enjoy ♡
♡Summary: Dentist Office Au/ pwp - Jaw pain is just as much of a pain in the mouth as it is in the ass, but don't worry, your favourite dentist is sure to fix you right up, using some special methods.
♡Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader
♡Work Count: 1.5k
♡TW: Explicit smut, aggressive themes, praising kink, oral sex, Dom/Daddy Jungkook, over-stimulation, cum eating, honestly just straight porn without any proper plot.
♡Masterlist
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There’s always a variety of things that normally plague someone’s mind when visiting the dentist, ‘when was the last time I actually flossed’, ‘what do I even look like from this angle, ‘shit, how do I have this much spit in my mouth right now, all brilliant thoughts that only really come forth when you're laid out on a bleak uncomfortable medical chair, head tilted back as your eyes squint from the piercing overhead light, all the while trying to avoid any awkward eye contact with the stranger who’s fingering around your mouth with a spectrum of sharp pointy objects. All normal procedures that truly help to build the universally stereotypical experience of visiting the dentist. Yet, you're not experiencing any of those as you sit laid back, eyes glued to your phone as you aimlessly scroll through random Instagram reels, the only thing plaguing your mind being the horrendous boredom you’re experiencing as you wait for your boyfriend to finish with his last client.
Luckily instead of sitting in the break room, you’re allowed to wait in one of the clinic’s currently empty treatment rooms, only reserved for dental emergencies or long-lasting procedures, one of the many perks of dating the dental clinic co-owner, “Mr. Bunny smiles” himself. Another perk, which you’re taking full advantage of today and the main reason for your visit, is the quick and more importantly free medical checks whenever anything feels off in your mouth, with the most recent one being a throbbing pain in your lower jaw. Though it’s only slightly aching, as you mentioned to him earlier while you both left for work, he made it a point to make you promise to visit today so he can examine it as soon as possible.
“Ah, here’s my favourite patient.” A cheery voice fills the room as the door swings open revealing a grinning Jungkook, one hand resting inside his lab coat pocket as he leisurely closes and locks the door before making his way over to give you a quick kiss on your head. It was always such a sight seeing him like this, white coat with his black scrubs peeking through underneath, hair in messy curls knowing that he’s likely been running his hands through them whenever talking to patients as it’s always been a habit of his when trying to explain something. Especially now that it’s grown out, you can't help but feel yourself get a little awe-struck just at how gorgeous your man truly is.
“Baby, you there?” He smirks, drawing your attention, “ah, and here’s my favourite dentist,” you smile as you tilt your head upwards signalling for a proper kiss on the lips, matching his smirk when he kneels down again pressing his lips gently on yours this time, letting you feel the soft plumpness of them. “Don’t you mean your only dentist,” he mutters, lips still pressed against yours as his hands slide down towards your shoulders delicately squeezing them. “Maybe I have a secret dentist you don’t know about,” you taunt as Jungkook straightens us, trailing his hands towards your jaw and firmly pressing around. “Oh yea, keep talking like that and I might have to start charging you” he teases back before continuing swiftly with the instructions to open your mouth and shut it for him as his hands go back and forth along your jawbone, occasionally grazing your neck causing goosebumps to trickle down your spine.
After a few minutes of the repeated motion, with a low grunt, he moves his hands and begins to run his fingers through his hair, indicating it was time for the diagnosis. “So, I’m not noticing any damage to the jaw, and I just checked your teeth three months ago so those should be fine. I think it’s likely just muscle soreness from you clenching your jaw at work so often,” he begins as he makes his way across the room to remove his coat and gloves, “you’ll probably just need to stretch it out a little and let it loosen up over the next few days.”
“Any suggestions on how I do that,” you sigh, hoping that it doesn't mean you’ll have to walk around with your jaw hanging open for the next few days at work, knowing damn well that Jimin and Yoongi would be making fun of you every chance they get. “Well I do have one idea baby, but it’s a bit unorthodox.” You can hear the smirk in his voice as it drops to a huskier tone, his back still turned to you while his fingers peel back his last glove. Your gaze catches the way the latex rolls off his finger, almost hypnotic the way it reveals the intricate tattoos underneath. “And what would that be,” the words slip out absentmindedly as your eyes remain locked on his hands, watching the way they turn with him to face your direction, before moving towards the string of his pants, casually twisting the fabric between his fingers before undoing them all together.
“Well baby, if you need something to stretch that pretty little jaw out, I’m more than happy to offer my assistance.” He begins to make his way over to you, allowing you to see the bulging imprint that’s aching to be released. Carefully he presses the chair’s button so you’re now laying a little lower than before, as he makes his way toward your head. Eyes peering down at you as his fingers dip under his pants to pull out his throbbing cock. Adjusting so your head is now perfectly in front of his member, all you can do is nod as he uses one hand to stroke your face again, using the other to hold his cock, letting it sluggishly trace your mouth with the tip, and moaning at the way your mouth subtly opens on instinct. “Fuck baby, look at you all eager to fix your jaw, hey,” slowly your tongue rolls out of your mouth as you begin to feel your pussy get wet in anticipation. “Do you know what you do to me princess,” his words come out airy as he begins to slap his cock against your dripping tongue, teasingly stroking the length before slapping it again.
“Do you have any idea how perfect you are?” his cock twitches at the warmth, coating it as you wrap your mouth around it, feeling his tip brush against the back of your throat. The lewd sounds of slurping mixed with moans float around the room, echoing each other in perfect harmony. Tilting your head back further, allowing him to get deeper, you feel yourself soaking at the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out, loving the way you can get him desperate just at your touch. “You like my cock deep inside you baby? Be a good girl and tell me you love it,” Jungkook coos, causing your body to crave him even more as you push yourself closer, practically begging for him to remain inside your mouth. You yearned for the way fit perfectly inside, “Mmm fuck that’s my girl.”
You basked in the way he face-fucks you, wrapping your tongue around his cock as you feel the pressure build inside. His hips jerk quickly making you gag a bit and you could tell he is getting closer as his moans become louder, your name slipping out of your lips repeatedly, as his orgasm builds faster and faster. Your tongue soaks his cock with saliva, as you feel his cum begin to drip all over it as you attempt to swallow every bit. Gently pulling out, Jungkook swiftly moves to help you lift yourself back into a seated position, almost cumming again at how you look with your lips all coated and swollen, eyes still dripping in desire.
Before you can comment on how your jaw does feel slightly better, a booming knock is heard from the door, accompanied by an intense rattle of the handle. “Jungkook, I’m giving you 1 hour to get yourself, y/n and the room cleaned before I bring Ms.Dubois in for her root canal.” An annoyed Taehyung called from the other side, clearly having caught enough of the sounds inside to figure out what was previously going on.
Promptly you began to sit up, re-adjusting yourself and reaching for the disinfectant to hastily clean your surroundings, however as your hand made contact with the package of wipes it was lazily pulled away, as you felt yourself being turned so you’re now chest to chest with a panting, sweaty Jungkook.
Casually dropping his head to your neck, you gasped as his tongue began trailing the skin, licking from your collarbone all the way to your chin, without hesitating to stop and nibble every few inches. His fingers simultaneously trail down your back before harshly grabbing at your ass, “you know what princess, my jaw has been hurting a little too, think you can help your favourite dentist out? After all, we got an hour?”
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♡So this was originally an ask but I sadly lost it , but here was the original authors note for the anon ; hi babes!! The minute I saw this ask I immediately got started on it, cause this idea is sending me into orbit😭✋🏽sorry it took so long & thank you so much for sending this in, and I hope you enjoy ♡
He scoffs, glaring at you from the side of the couch, and proceeds to toss a newspaper onto the angular coffee table.
“Well, if you’re going to be unpleasant,” he remarked, pretending to leave. Immediately you jump out of the seat, pencils scattering in all directions, and hang on his elbow, much to his chagrin, disappointment, and overall annoyance.
“No, please, I promise I’ll behave,” you plead, swinging back and forth. “Just help a fellow struggling artist out. Oh, please, oh, Great Namjoon!”
For a second, the facade of unwillingness cracks, and his lips quirk in a fleeting smile but he’s quick to cement it.
“A struggling artist, my foot,” he growls. “You’ve been sitting on your ass and watching Tik-Tok videos instead of revising.”
The said ass gets a pinch and you yelp but have no excuse for it.
“I was,” softly, you agree. “I was simply enraptured by your thirst traps.”
Just for good measure, you fan your eyelashes but unfortunately, you’re at the point of your relationship, where Joon has smelt your bullshit for so long, he’s developed immunity towards it.
“Enraptured?” he smirks. “Now you’re sounding like a writer.”
Decisively, shoving him away, you stomp towards the desk, to glare at the jumbled mess of words that wear the thinnest veneer of a masquerading plot.
“Okay, see how you like when I devote my book to my editor, my friends, the dog our neighbour owns, anyone but you!...meanie.”
Not even a second passes when with a chuckle, Namjoon leans down to lay a soft kiss against your neck.
“Okay, okay, struggling, starving artist, I’ll help you but just for an hour, okay? We have to sleep.”
Seeing your rainbow in the rain, you hum agreeably.
“An hour will do.”
“So…Abruptly?”
“Nah.”
“Hastily?”
“No,” you take one of the pencils thrown haphazardly on the desk and tap the rubber end against your lips in. “What about - swiftly?”
“That’s the first thing I said!”
YOONGI:
Your apartment is haunted and yet unfortunately you’re not writing a horror story and hence discard this discovery for later use. All you see and hear right now is the rain in the Canadian plains and not the traffic outside. For you, the desk is a rock, the papers littered with notes, plot points, character names, and vapid "use-this-not-this" notes make the ground.
You reach to your left, grasping around thin air, not daring to even look away. Writing was magic and often involved time travel - you looked away for one second, and the next thing you know it’s been three months and instead of half a book, you have three pages.
To your great misery, no matter which corner of the desk you shove your greedy, clutching hand, it simply grasps no cup of coffee. Dejected, you can only sigh to yourself. The ghost must have taken it.
And yet mere minutes pass and you can smell the wafting scent of a good cup of coffee. At this point, you could swear that it produces a cartoon-like effect, wisping around you enticing tendrils that flow up your nose, reducing your brain to mush. Blindly, you stretch your fingers, grasp the cup, and drink. For a two year old that sort of thing would be quite the achievement. Shame you’re not two…Physically at least. Yoongi always laughed that your mind was two years old. Starkly recalling the fact that there was such a thing as Min Yoongi and your boyfriend, both of whom created a circle in a Venn diagram, you at last drag your eyes away from the cursor and with a crick in the neck, find him standing in the doorway, sporting a tender, almost imperceptible smile.
“Ow,” you groan, putting a palm to soothe the aching muscles. “You’re home early this evening. Been here long?”
“Give or take two days,” he laughs and does so even louder when your eyes bug out of your forehead. Blinking repeatedly you realize the day and that, just as a fact in passing, Yoongi’s vacation started two days ago.
“No!” you gasp. “No, I went to sleep and all!”
“And didn’t see me in the slightest,” he pushes out in between lingering pauses of laughter. “You kept muttering about being haunted.”
“No!” you hide in the palm of your hands, mortified. “You were the ghost?”
“The fact that your first assumption is a literal undead specter and not your boyfriend taking care of you is highly upsetting,” he shook his head pitifully. You rise to your feet, throwing your arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry, baby. I was…somewhere else.”
“No worries,” he pats your back, messing your hair when you part. “I know what it’s like. You’re ready to join the world of human society or are you with the cursed villagers still?”
“I’m with my boyfriend. Promise,” you kiss his cheek, quickly darting to close the laptop, just not before making sure for the thousandth time that it was all saved.
“Good,” he hums. “As amusing as it is to watch you be so absorbed, I’d like to cash in my boyfriend privileges.”
“What unfair deal will you stick me with?” you bemoan and he snakes an arm around your waist.
“Just a light massage. I’ve got some kinks to work out.”
“In all meanings of the word,” you mutter underneath your nose but he hears it and squeezes your waist tighter with a cocky smile.
JIN:
“You don’t have to come. I’m alright coming home and celebrating with you. Privately," with a steady hand, you lay the final touches on your makeup and peer at him through the reflection of the mirror. Other than a form-fitting suit, Jin was wearing a deeply conflicted expression and to him, it didn't matter how many times you assured him of the opposite - he felt like a bad partner.
"You've always supported me," he muttered. "Came to greet me even when people were rude to you."
"You know, I don't care for most people," you shrugged, sliding a small bag onto the crook of your elbow. "So it doesn't much matter."
"Okay, psycho," he tries to humor, either you or himself who knows but either way, it falls flatter than wanted. As he's leaning against the wall, you press a kiss to his cheek, wiping the faint smudge of the gloss away from his skin.
"Whatever you decide, I won't take offense," you remarked in a low voice.
"But it's your night!"
"And my night never started or ended with strangers."
You shuddered when the cold night seized your body, quickly rushing towards the car. Glimpsing at the clockface, you draw a huge sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, you were still on schedule. God knows why, but for some reason, you had the bizarre habit of being late to your own novel reveal.
"To the arts center, boss?" the driver inquires politely and you cast him a soft, welcoming smile.
"Exactly."
You give one last glimpse towards the apartment building before the car speeds away into the relative quiet of a Thursday evening.
For a writer, your speech was rather unimaginative, simple, and straight to the point. Thank you all for coming, enjoy the cocktails, enjoy the conversation and let the work speak for itself. At the end of the whole ordeal which was publishing a book, you were dry on words and preferred the ones that mattered, ones caught in the pages of two thick covers. You gift gracious smiles to all those who approach you, even the reporters who manage to irritate every single ounce of your nervous system. Good grief, how did Jin manage this day and night, you sighed, no wonder the man treated gatherings as a plague. As you stand to the side, successfully enjoying some peace of mind, a bouquet of plump flowers swims into your eyesight.
"Good evening, beautiful," Jin exhales smoothly, biting down on a cheeky grin. "You wouldn't mind if I kidnap you for a moment?"
Beaming, you cross your arms around his waist.
"I'm all yours," you purr. "After all that's what the story was about."
Jin's ears gain some notable blush despite the valiant efforts to remain unbothered.
"They killed their kidnapper," he objected demurely but that made your smile all the wider.
"They were a stronger person than I am."
HOSEOK:
"You should publish," he belts out of the blue, forcing you to raise your gaze up from the paper and focus on the other side of the bed, where he sat, phone discarded in his lap and eyes boring into yours almost fearfully.
"What, why?" you laugh before picking up the sentence where you left it off.
"You write all the time. It's like you're addicted to it," he shrugs, presumably just so, baring no other intentions, though he was also using that "soft" voice, the one he wields whenever he wanted to change your mind. "You have entire books, completed, ready to go. Collecting dust."
"Writing is my hobby, similar to how some people knit, nothing more to it," brushing him off, you try to force your mind to retain two completely different trains of thought. One - why was Hobi using his "soft" voice and the second one - the amount of mud generated in a 19th-century backstreet alley. A completely normal thing to ponder about when in bed with an unfairly attractive man. Okay, maybe he wasn't too delusional about the addiction. With a sigh, you push the scribbled notebook away.
"I just enjoy writing. I'm afraid that if you want to publish anything that I compose, it would have to be posthumous," you scrunch your face in mocking sorrow. "You can be the grieving widow, shining a light on your partner's life's work."
His eyes glint unkindly in the muted bedroom light.
"That's not even remotely funny, ______________," he scolds. "But don't you want to...express yourself? Show your talent to the world?"
Tucking your feet under covers and pressing against the warmth of his chest, you give it a sweeping thought but remain just as indifferent.
"Showmanship is your thing," you mutter, feeling the slight tickle of his fingers brushing against your hip. "I put everything on these pages. I repaint my own life, sometimes the life that I want, or think I wanted..." at this, you trail off, thinking of the multitudes of worlds, finished and unfinished, modern and ancient, everything from the horrifying deep of the unknown to the soft passing of loving Tuesdays.
"I don't feel comfortable sharing them just yet," you conclude with a sigh. "Maybe one day, just...not right now."
"You share them with me," Hoseok notes tenderly and you smile at his obliviousness.
"Well, obviously, I share them with you," you say and the space between his eyebrows wrinkles in confusion. You lay in silence, drumming your fingers against his chest, at times of lingering pauses feeling the steady beat of his heart.
"What are you thinking about?" he hums, tightening his embrace.
"19th-century mud."
He snorts.
JIMIN:
At this point, you began to regret ever giving him the manuscript. It's 2 in the morning and your head thrums with lack of sleep but the side of Jimin's bed still remains brightly lit as his feet occasionally kick at the duvet. Glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, he nibbles at the skin of his fingers, eyes breezing through the pages. Any moment now he'll start sweating.
"Stop that," you admonish him gently, pushing the hand away from his mouth. Dazed, he stares at you.
"Is it morning already?" he asks, croaking almost.
"If it would be morning, I'd kill you," you groan, plucking the book from his hands.
"Hey, I was reading that!"
"And now you're not," you retort casually, flinging your proverbial baby in the nondescript corner of the room, wrapping yourself like a liana around Jimin's squirming figure.
"Just one more chapter," he pleads.
"No."
With a defeated sigh, he slumps in your arms, only stretching briefly to flick off the light in what could only be described as a petulantly displeased manner. Darkness envelopes you whole.
"You worked hard on this story," he grumbles. "Shouldn't you treat it with more care?"
You don't give in to his attempts on provoking you, on dragging the night longer, instead, you simply let your eyes fall shut.
"That story is in my head and currently that head is turning into granola from lack of sleep so if you want to be a good fanboy, let me sleep."
"Fine," he huffs before whispering, now far timider. "You will sign a copy for me, right? When it's officially out?"
If not for you holding him down, he'd be twirling his thumbs.
"Babe, when the time comes, I'll sign your ass," you promise only partly joking. "Just, please, shut up and go to sleep."
"This needs to be taken out, I don't like this, and what the hell is this plot point all about?"
Rolling your eyes, the drone of your editor becomes a vague chatter, a creek gurgling somewhere in the wild that puts you in a state of removed consciousness. All the more startling was the phone call buzzing against your thigh. Jumping out of the seat, you glance at the screen and exit the room despite the tantrum unfolding behind you.
Jimin didn't usually call mid-day, too ensnared in his own duties, and looking at the screen now, you find you don't like this new development as your mind jubilantly assumed the worst.
"Hi," you greet him anxiously. "Is everything okay?"
Only sobs could be heard from the other line. Immediately, your hands grow cold and your knees buck.
"Jimin! What happened?!"
At last, through a vicious array of snot and breathy pants, he cries out.
"I'm dating a murderer!"
For a second you stand bewildered, temporarily lagging behind. Nonetheless, when it all catches up to you, creating a large, sensible pattern, you curse, drawing a heavy sigh of relief. He must have finished reading the story.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
But he keeps crying further and even knowing it was far from being anything serious, your heart clenches at the sound of it.
"It's alright," you try to comfort him. "Put the manuscript down and go for a walk - wait!" you glance at the watch around your wrist. Jimin's present. "Shouldn't you be rehearsing?"
"I told them I'm not feeling good and took a day off to finish reading," he wails and you can feel the telltale sign of an oncoming headache. "Only for you to kill them in the end!" Through the endless weeping, you can only discern a few phrases of "favorite characters" and "cruelty".
"Change the ending!" he demands and for a second you remove the phone away from your ear, grimace at his antics before diving back into the conversation. Nonsense of a conversation.
"I'm not going to do that," numbly, you reply. "That's how the story goes. They die watching a sunrise."
"And you killed the dog too!"
"Yes," resigned completely, you nod along despite him not being able to see it. "I killed the dog too. You'll have to make peace with it."
For a lingering moment, there hangs only silence, before he sniffles, thoroughly dejected.
"Your heart knows no mercy," he accuses, then adds, begrudgingly sincere. "Love you."
"Love you more," you smile and then shake your head when he ends the call.
TAEHYUNG:
It was barely any secret, Taehyung wanted attention. Hell, ask him and he'll say so but this was not attention per se. He was not watched out of loving thought but of clinical intent. Uncannily, he felt too much like a lab rat in the middle of his apartment, pouring milk into cereal. Warily lifting his gaze, he meets your deadset, cold eyes and flinches.
"Good morning?" he utters. You keep staring at him for a moment, before gathering your notebook and leaving the kitchen without so much as a word. Or a vowel even. Lifting a spoon of cereal to his mouth Taehyung wondered - had he done something wrong? You don't necessarily shy away from his touch or remain silent should he ask something, despite the answers being a tad absent-minded so he shrugs it away. Odd moon phases perhaps. But days pass and he feels a shudder rack his spine, freezing him mid-way with a bottle of water.
Leaning against the table, your eyes are set on him, observing his movements down to the most minuscule detail, wearing a face with zero expression. He puts down the bottle and awkwardly shuffles out of the room. When the evening settles he finds you slumbering unsightly on the sofa, hair in the face, mouth open, and notebook precariously perched upon your lap, with the pen rolled away. As any good boyfriend, he takes a picture to aggravate you with later and moves in to stir you awake, only for his gaze to catch sight of various names scribbled on the pages of the notebook. Delicately he wrenches it free and reads, recalling that for the past few weeks you seemed to be glued to this thing. To his bewilderment, he begins to piece together a string of plot, and listing back to the beginning he realizes this was your very own story.
When you wake, back a knotted mess, the sound of giggling could be faintly heard from the kitchen. Rubbing at your tired eyes, you find Taehyung sitting by the table, and with no small amount of horror you recognize your writing pad clutched between his grimy fingers.
"Give that back," you cry out, snatching it away from him in an instant, even hiding it behind your back, hoping that out of sight out of mind was real. Though he tries to remain serious, his lips flutter with unshed laughter.
"I know it's bad. You don't have to rub it in," you grumble and he rushes to capture your face between his palms, irritatingly still laughing.
"It's not bad!" he assures, gaze softening at the sight of your anguish. "I just think it's so cute you based your main character on me."
You blink.
"You and Kaz have nothing in common."
He cocks an eyebrow, drawling an arid:
"Really?"
"You don't! Two completely different people."
"Brown, floppy hair," he lifts up one of his curls. "Brown eyes, likes jazz music."
"Lots of people like jazz music," you mumble underneath your nose and he tucks you into a hug.
"Sure, baby," he laughs, graciously ignoring your bristling. "I can't wait to read more."
You slumped in his arms, cheek lifting in a small smile. He just couldn't resist.
"Of me, obviously."
JUNGKOOK:
"How fast do you think a person bleeds out after being shot?"
The question is posed so unconcernedly that it takes a while for Jungkook to register its meaning. When he does, the hand caressing your bare leg, laying in his lap, freezes. Even your eyes were still glued to the movie and he ponders whether you realized the question was even spoken out loud and not locked behind the confines of your mind.
"I don't know," he shrugs. "Depends where on the body, I think."
You hum and the conversation stops there.
"How much would it hurt to have this jammed into the eye?" you question once again out loud, holding a metal straw over the breakfast he cooked for you. Just as before, your face gains some level of absence and Jungkook quickly grasps it means you were not really here.
"A lot," he responds, suspecting and increasingly concerned about the possibility of you having intrusive thoughts. Yet when he voices this, you brush it aside, laughing that it was just a passing idea. Wary, he believes you, afraid of otherwise.
But then you mumble a name in your sleep. And it's not his name. Steam rising to his face, he can feel his blood boiling as you keep moaning someone else's name. At last his patience breaks. Roughly shaking you awake, he tongues at his cheek.
"What?" groggily, you mutter, desperately trying to process the situation. "What happened?"
"You were muttering in your sleep," hearing it now, Jungkook understands that it might sound just a little silly but obstinately, he keeps at it. "A name. Not mine."
However, instead of cursing him out or being annoyed, your gaze drops to the duvet, flustered.
"_________, the truth," he orders sternly. "Please."
You bite on your lip but ultimately crumple under his piercing stare and head hung low from shame, paddle towards the desk. Confused, he watches you open up your laptop and show him a document.
"Misfortunately, Yours," it read. "Chapter One. Drastic Consequences to a Hurried Decision Making."
"Oh, thank God," he gasps, dropping back on the bed as relief floods his system. "Thank you, ancestors."
"I don't see how they're a part of this," you grouse but it remains unheard.
For some reason, Jungkook doesn't stop thinking of that night as he pours through the entire neighborhood, in vain hopes of trying to find you. Deep snow has descended upon the world, coating everything in mountains of white obstruction. Obstruction which at this moment Jungkook desperately wanted to get rid of. Perhaps had he cheered more for you, helped you edit better...perhaps the outcome would have been different. Maybe the blow wouldn't have hit you this hard.
With freezing fingers, you numbly re-read, the last passage of the book review column, printed in the national newspaper.
"Misfortunately Yours" is nothing but pulpy, self-inflated scribble of an inexperienced pen person, writing out their fantasies on a page when it should be contained to archives of the dark internet. Offering to us, readers, nothing but ambiance, it lacks everything from characterization to a solid backstory or really anything to grip the audience's interest. 1 of 5 stars."
Well, that's that then.
"_____________! ____________!" a desperate voice calls from the distance and apathetically you meet it's familiar owner. Jungkook's jacket is unbuttoned and one end of his scarf is dragging against the shoveled snow. "Oh, baby!"
At the sound of his coos, the sting of repressed tears gnaws at your eyes.
"You're freezing," he exclaims, wrapping a scarf around your neck whilst wrenching you away from the bench. You really were cold.
"It's going to be okay," Jungkook whispers against the shell of your ear, rubbing his palms against your shoulders - warming you up. "It's going to be okay. Just don't give up. No one can decide whether you're a writer or not. That's entirely up to you."
On the way home, you toss the newspaper into the trash, without looking back.
HOW ARE THESE SO PERFECT😭😭💕genuinely obsessing over the idea of Yoongi tip toeing around y/n while she’s lost in thought, or the way Jungkook comforts her over a very false review😭😭😭 ALSO THE WAY JIMIN THROWS A HISSY FIT OVER THE ENDING ✋🏽💀like sir if you hate it so much to change it yourself! 1000/10 another amazing reaction by an amazing author 💕💕🥺
