Romance / Fantasy / Drama / Smut R18+ / Comfort&Healing au / Hybrid au /
Starring Kim Minseok/Xiumin!!!🫶🏻🤍🤍🤍
Part 1
You run away from a life filled with control and abuse. Lost in the woods, starving and injured, you stumble into territory claimed by an unusual resident: Xiumin, a lone cat hybrid, muscled, quiet, territorial, and distrustful of humans after years of being treated like a weapon and a commodity.
He should chase you away. Instead, he takes you home.
Because you smell like the pain he understands.
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The kitchen floor smelled like bleach and cold metal.
You could still taste blood at the back of your throat, metallic and warm, like it didn’t quite know it should stop flowing yet. The world had narrowed into a tunnel of your shaking hands, the broken plate on the floor, and the words that had carved themselves into your skull like a brand:
“You’ll never leave. You’re nothing without me.”
You didn’t remember deciding to run.
Your feet just moved.
Your bag was light. Too light. A wallet, a flashlight, one bottle of water, your ID, nothing that mattered, not even a coat. You couldn’t stand to go back for more. The air in the house felt poisonous, thick with control. If you stayed one more minute, you’d choke on it.
So you left. Barefoot at first, shoes pulled on mid-run, laces trailing like tailing threads of a life you were trying to cut free from.
Anyone watching might have thought you were fleeing a fire.
You were.
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The town disappeared behind you, swallowed by trees. Branches scraped your arms, roots caught your feet, and your lungs burned like wildfire. You didn’t stop. Fear pushed you forward harder than exhaustion could stop you.
The woods felt endless, dark in a way that wasn’t empty but alive whispers carried by wind, animals watching unseen. You didn’t know where you were going. You just knew anywhere was better than home.
Night crept faster than you expected, dragging temperature with it. You hugged yourself for warmth, shivering, fingers numb. The flashlight flickered, struggling against the growing dark. Your stomach made a hollow, angry sound and how long since you’d eaten?
You were so stupid for not packing more.
But you had been in survival mode and not planning mode.
You slowed only when your legs gave out, dropping onto damp earth. Your knees hit hard, your palms catching yourself in mud and falling leaves. The flashlight finally died, plunging everything into black.
That’s when the regret finally hit.
What now?
Where do I go?
What did I just do?
Your breath came in panicked little bursts. You hugged yourself tighter, trying to stop the shaking, whether from cold or fear you weren’t sure. You pressed your forehead to the ground like you were praying.
You didn’t hear the footsteps at first.
Soft, too soft, like someone who knew how to move without sound. Like something that belonged to the forest more than you did.
A branch cracked somewhere behind you.
Your head snapped up, adrenaline jolting through your tired body.
Silence followed, as heavy as the night.
You swallowed, throat tight. “H-Hello?”
No answer. Only the wind brushing leaves.
You ran again.
You didn’t get far this time.
A root caught your foot and the world flipped. Pain exploded in your ankle, and you landed hard, breath knocked from you. You tried to crawl, but your leg protested sharply.
Then you saw him.
A pair of eyes which are reflective and pale like moonlit frost and they watched you from between the trees. Eyes too intelligent to be an animal, too wild to be human.
He stepped closer, slow, cautious.
White hair, flattened ears, tail curling low in curiosity. A body built to fight or flee at a moment’s notice. Not human. Not just animal.
Something else.
You opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
He tilted his head, studying you. There was no malice in his stare, only caution… and something stranger.
Recognition.
Like he’d seen your pain before.
You blinked once, twice, vision swimming and then the cold, the exhaustion, and the blood loss finally won. The ground rushed up, and your eyes slipped shut as the last thing you heard was a quiet voice near your ear.
Romance / Fantasy / Halloween AU / Soulmate Bond /Warm Happy Ending / Smut 18+ / One Shot
(A Jungkook × Y/N Halloween Special🎃👻)
The rain had just stopped when Y/N stepped into Pumpkin Moon Ink. The glow from the orange string lights threw long shadows across the walls, and the faint hum of a tattoo machine vibrated through the stillness.
Behind the counter, Jungkook sat sketching — dark hair falling into his eyes, sleeves rolled high. The collar of his black shirt dipped open just enough to hint at the edge of his Calvin Klein waistband. It wasn’t deliberate, but it landed like a dare anyway.
He looked up. “You’re early.”
Y/N held up a damp flyer — One Night Only: Moon Tattoos that Reveal Your Heart’s Desire.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said.
“Sit,” Jungkook murmured, voice low, warm.
The chair creaked under her as she sat. His gloves snapped on, the faint citrus scent of ink and alcohol filling the air. He pressed the stencil to her wrist, and his breath brushed her skin — soft, precise.
“Why the moon?” he asked.
She thought for a moment. “Maybe because it reflects. You can’t touch it, but it still sees everything.”
He smiled faintly. “Then be careful. Reflection shows more than you think.”
The needle started, its hum steady. The world shrank to sound and heartbeat — his focus, her pulse, the faint scrape of breath between them. When he finished, a small crescent gleamed pale against her wrist.
“It suits you,” he said quietly.
Then the lights flickered. The whole shop dimmed for a breath too long. When the power steadied, the tattoo shimmered faint silver under the glow. Jungkook’s eyes widened, unreadable.
“You weren’t supposed to believe the story,” he whispered.
“Maybe I wanted to,” Y/N said.
He looked at her then — really looked — and the moment hung between them like a held note.
Outside, rain turned to mist. Inside, the hum of the shop faded into silence. Something had shifted.
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The tattoo studio hummed with the low buzz of the needle, the air thick with the scent of ink and antiseptic.
You lay on the padded table, heart pounding as Jungkook leaned over you, his sleeveless hoodie hanging open at the front.
His arms, fully sleeved in intricate black, colored ink, coiling around his biceps down his full arm and on his hand. Patterns snaking down to his wrists—flexed with each precise stroke.
The fabric shifted, revealing a teasing glimpse of his Calvin Klein waistband, low on his hips, hugging the V of his pelvis.
He was a study in control, his dark eyes focused, breath steady, but you felt the heat radiating from him, a simmering intensity that made your skin prickle.
"Hold still," he murmured, voice low and commanding, the needle dipping into your skin just above your hip.
His free hand pressed firmly on your thigh to steady you, fingers splaying wide, calluses rough against your smoothness.
You bit your lip, not just from the sting, but from the way his touch lingered a second too long, thumb brushing the edge of your shorts.
The session dragged on, his precision hypnotic—every line clean, every shade deliberate. But the heat built, unspoken, in the way his gaze flicked up to meet yours, holding it with a promise.
When he finally set the machine aside, wiping the excess ink from your fresh tattoo, he didn't pull back.
Instead, he straightened just enough for the hoodie to gape wider, showing more of that waistband, the bulge of his abs beneath.
"Looks good," he said, but his eyes weren't on the ink. They traced your body, from the curve of your breasts straining against your top to the way your legs parted slightly under his scrutiny.
"You handled that well. Tough girl."
You swallowed, pulse racing. "Thanks to you. You're... intense when you work." A smirk tugged at his lips, pierced with a silver ring.
He leaned in closer, elbows on the table now, caging you in.
"Intense is what you need. Precision. Control." His hand slid up your thigh again, this time deliberate, fingers hooking under the hem of your shorts.
"But I bet you'd like to see me lose a little of that."
Heat flooded you, core clenching at the implication. You'd fantasized about this—about him, all inked muscle and quiet dominance—filling you up, claiming you in the most primal way.
Breeding you, marking you from the inside out. The thought made your thighs squeeze together, but he noticed, his grip tightening.
"Yeah?" he breathed, reading you like an open book.
"Tell me what you want." Your voice came out breathy, needy.
"You. Inside me. Filling me until... until I'm yours completely."
His eyes darkened, control cracking just a fraction as he surged forward, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was all heat and demand.
His tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you deeply, while his hands worked your top up and off, exposing your breasts to the cool air.
He broke away to drag his mouth down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks, then lower, latching onto a nipple. He sucked, teeth grazing, drawing a moan from you as your back arched.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he growled against your skin, palming your other breast, pinching the peak until it throbbed.
His hips pressed between your legs, the hard line of his cock straining against his jeans, right up against your aching pussy.
You rocked up instinctively, grinding against him, and he hissed, bucking once.
He pulled back just enough to yank your shorts down, along with your panties, leaving you bare and exposed on the table.
His gaze raked over you, hungry, before he stood and shoved his hoodie off entirely. Tattoos covered his torso now—swirling designs across his chest, down his ribs—framing the waistband that he tugged lower, freeing his thick cock. It sprang out, heavy and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum.
You reached for him, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking from base to head. He groaned, head tipping back, but his hand caught your wrist, pinning it above your head.
"Not yet. I want to taste you first."
He dropped to his knees, pulling your hips to the table's edge. His mouth descended without hesitation, tongue flattening against your pussy, licking a broad stripe from entrance to clit. You cried out, fingers tangling in his dark hair as he devoured you—sucking your clit, then plunging his tongue inside, fucking you with it in sharp, precise thrusts. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open as he worked you relentlessly.
"Jungkook—please," you gasped, hips bucking, the coil in your belly tightening.
He hummed against you, the vibration sending sparks through your nerves, then added two fingers, curling them deep to hit that spot.
He pumped them in and out, fast and hard, while his lips sealed around your clit, sucking until you shattered.
Your orgasm crashed over you, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices coating his hand as you trembled.
But he didn't stop, drawing it out until you were whimpering, oversensitive. Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing.
"That's it. Get wet for me. I need you soaked so I can breed this pussy."
The words hit like lightning, your body responding instantly, arousal dripping down your thighs. He positioned himself at your entrance, cock nudging your folds, teasing.
"You want my cum? Want me to fill you up, knock you up? Make you mine forever?"
"Yes," you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Breed me, Jungkook. Please."
With a gluttural groan, he thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one controlled stroke. You both moaned at the stretch—his cock thick, filling you completely, the head kissing your cervix.
He paused there, grinding deep, letting you adjust, but the heat in his eyes was feral now.
"Tight fucking pussy," he rasped, pulling back almost all the way before slamming in again. He set a rhythm—precise, powerful thrusts that had the table creaking, his hips snapping against yours.
Each one drove him deeper, his balls slapping your ass, the sound obscene in the quiet studio.
You clawed at his back, nails digging into inked skin, urging him on.
"Harder. Give it to me."
He obliged, one hand bracing on the table, the other gripping your hip as he pounded into you. Sweat beaded on his brow, muscles rippling with every movement.
"Gonna fill you so full. Pump you with my seed until it takes. You'll be dripping with me for days."
The dirty talk pushed you higher, your walls fluttering around him. He felt it, angling his hips to grind against your clit with each thrust, building you toward the edge again.
"Come on my cock and milk me dry."
You shattered a second time, pussy spasming, squeezing him like a vice. He cursed, pace faltering as he chased his own release. Three more brutal thrusts, and he buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he came. Hot spurts of cum flooded you, coating your insides, the sensation overwhelming as he held still, grinding to push it deeper.
"Yes—take it all," he panted, collapsing over you, lips brushing your ear.
"My perfect little breeder."
You clung to him, aftershocks rippling through you, his cum already starting to leak out around where he was still buried inside.
He didn't pull away, staying plugged in, ensuring every drop stayed where it belonged.
After a moment, he lifted his head, smirking down at you with that controlled heat back in place.
"Round two? I want to make sure it sticks."
You nodded eagerly, still catching your breath, body humming from the aftershocks.
Jungkook's cock twitched inside you, not fully softening, as if eager for more.
He eased out slowly, a thick trail of his cum following, dripping from your pussy onto the table.
He watched it with a satisfied growl, then scooped you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
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He watched it with a satisfied growl, then scooped you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
"Upstairs," he said, voice rough, carrying you toward the back door. The studio was empty, shutters down for the night, so no one would interrupt.
His hands gripped your ass, fingers digging in as he climbed the narrow stairs to his private room above the shop. It was his sanctuary—dimly lit by a single lamp, bed unmade with black sheets, walls lined with sketches and ink bottles. The air smelled of him: musk and faint cologne.
He kicked the door shut behind him, locking it with a click, then lowered you onto the bed. You bounced lightly, watching as he stripped off the rest of his clothes—jeans and boxers hitting the floor, revealing his powerful thighs and the heavy sway of his cock, already hardening again, slick with your combined fluids.
"On your knees," he ordered, climbing onto the bed. You obeyed, ass up, face pressed into the pillows, presenting yourself. He knelt behind you, hands roaming your body—squeezing your breasts, trailing down your spine, then spreading your cheeks. His thumb circled your entrance, pushing some of his leaking cum back inside.
"Can't let that go to waste. Need to keep you full."
You moaned, pushing back against his touch. He chuckled low, then leaned down, breath hot on your skin. His tongue licked a stripe up your inner thigh, tasting the mess he'd made, before delving between your folds.
He lapped at your pussy, cleaning his own release while teasing your clit, making you whimper and grind against his face.
"Greedy girl," he murmured, pulling back to slap your ass lightly, the sting blooming into heat.
"But I like it. Means you'll take every load I give." He positioned himself, cockhead nudging your soaked entrance. One hand on your hip, the other tangling in your hair, he thrust in deep, filling you again in a single, smooth motion.
The angle was perfect—deeper than before, his pelvis flush against your ass. He started slow, rolling his hips to grind inside you, letting you feel every inch.
"Feel that? That's me claiming you. Gonna fuck a baby into you right here."
You gasped, clenching around him, the words igniting that primal need. He picked up speed, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, the bedframe thudding against the wall. His free hand slid under you, fingers finding your clit, rubbing firm circles that matched his thrusts.
Each one sent jolts through you, building the pressure fast.
"So wet, so ready for my seed," he panted, pace relentless now, skin slapping skin. Sweat slicked his chest, dripping onto your back as he leaned over you, mouth at your ear.
"Imagine, your belly is already swelling with my kid. Tits full, leaking for me. I'd fuck you every day, keep pumping you until you're overflowing."
The image pushed you over, orgasm ripping through you without warning. Your pussy clamped down, milking his cock, and he groaned, hips stuttering.
He didn't stop, fucking you through it, prolonging the waves until you were shaking.
"That's my girl. Now take this." With a final, brutal thrust, he came again, flooding you with hot spurts that seemed endless. He held you impaled, grinding to mix it deep, ensuring it stayed.
When he finally pulled out, he flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs to watch his cum ooze from your stretched hole.
"Beautiful," he whispered, dipping two fingers in to push it back, then leaning down to kiss you softly, a contrast to the raw intensity.
"Rest now. But don't think we're done. I want to breed you properly... It might take all night."
You smiled lazily, pulling him down beside you, his body warm and solid. The upstairs room felt like a cocoon, just you and him, lost in the heat of each others body.
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Weeks passed. The mark never faded. Under the moonlight, it pulsed softly — like it was remembering something.
Y/N stopped by the shop often and they learned each other’s quiet — the pauses, the half-smiles, the glances that said too much.
On the final night of October, they sat on the curb outside the shop, mugs in hand.
“It still shines,” he said, thumb brushing her wrist.
“So do you,” she replied.
He laughed under his breath. The sound settled something between them. When he looked at her, the moonlight caught in his eyes — steady, unguarded.
That night, the moon rose full and bright. Its glow spilled through the windows of Pumpkin Moon Ink, soft as promise. The mark on her wrist warmed, and the air between them felt alive.
Months later, Y/N stood in the same spot, heart racing. The test strip in her hand turned pink. Her fingers shook as she walked back to the shop.
Jungkook looked up when the bell chimed, worry flickering across his face until she smiled.
“It’s real?” he asked, voice breaking just slightly.
She nodded.
He reached for her, wordless, gathering her in. The moonlight slid across the floor again, wrapping around them both like it remembered.
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One Year Later
The shop looked different now. Lighter. A wooden sign hung by the door:
Pumpkin Moon Ink — Open Always.
Y/N sat on the old couch, a baby asleep in her arms. The little one’s fingers curled around her necklace, breathing soft and even. Jungkook sketched by the counter, head tilted, humming quietly.
When the baby stirred, he came over. “She’s awake?”
“She will be. She likes your voice.”
He smiled, brushing a thumb over the crescent on Y/N’s wrist. It shimmered faintly under the silver light streaming through the window.
“It’s her glow now,” he murmured.
Y/N looked at their daughter, whose eyes glinted dark and bright — a trace of moonlight caught inside.
“Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe it’s ours.”
Outside, the full moon rose again — soft, patient, eternal. Inside, their laughter filled the space that once hummed with ink and solitude.
The crescent on her wrist pulsed once, then quieted — no longer a legend, just a reminder of the night the moon had chosen them both.
And under its light, they remained — three heartbeats woven into one steady rhythm.
Historical Romance/ Drama / Angst / Slow-Burn Redemption / Arrange Marriage Au / Smut R18+
New fic! Plot and requested by mainstarkoo
Thank you for your request and giving me idea for arrange marriage au 🥹🫶🏻💜
Part 1
The year was one of whispers and etiquette, when girls spoke only in glances and love letters were hidden between hymn pages.
Y/N lived under her father’s roof the way a bird might live in a gilded cage—safe, fed, and watched. Her older sister, Hana, was the obedient one. Graceful, quiet, the sort of daughter their father would speak proudly of at banquets. Y/N admired her, even envied her restraint. What she didn’t know was that restraint came at a price.
Because Hana was in love.
Jungkook—sharp-eyed, beautiful, reckless—studied at the same university as Hana. He came from a family with old money and modern ideals, the kind that made traditional fathers frown. His affection for Hana had been no secret to those who noticed the way his gaze lingered too long, or how he’d walk her home from the library under the pretense of protecting her from the dark.
He loved her earnestly, the way young men often do before the world teaches them otherwise. But Hana’s fear was greater than her love.
Every time Jungkook leaned close, she’d step back. Every time he asked when she would tell her father, she’d tremble, say soon, and change the subject. The closer he tried to hold her, the further she slipped.
And then one afternoon, she stopped coming altogether.
Jungkook waited by the university gates for three days before he saw her again—this time, dressed in silk, her hand looped around Kim Namjoon’s arm. Her eyes wouldn’t meet his.
The confrontation that followed wasn’t gentle. Jungkook, furious and heartbroken, demanded answers in the rain outside her carriage. Hana’s voice cracked when she told him the truth: “It was never real. It was only a foolish game.”
He had stood there, soaked to the bone, as her carriage pulled away, the sound of hooves drowning out his anger.
You’ll regret it, he’d whispered to the dark. And he meant it.
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Weeks later, Jungkook’s mother began bringing him photos of eligible women, hoping to marry her son off before rumors of heartbreak spread. He ignored each one—until he saw her.
A portrait of Hana’s family.
And standing beside her sister, in a pale hanbok with a shy smile and fire in her eyes—Y/N.
Jungkook’s lips curved into something sharp and knowing.
“Her,” he said quietly, touching the edge of the photo. “Find out who she is.”
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When he came to Y/N’s home under the pretense of formal courtship, the entire household glowed with pride. Y/N’s mother clasped her hands with delight. Y/N blushed shyly at the handsome young man who bowed before her father.
Only Hana looked like she’d seen a ghost.
When Jungkook met her gaze across the room, he smiled—a slow, cruel thing meant for her alone. And when he took his leave, he leaned close enough to murmur, “I told you you’d regret it.”
That night, Hana tried to talk Y/N out of the engagement. She pleaded, voice breaking, saying Jungkook was not the man he seemed. But Y/N, caught in the haze of her first real proposal, refused to listen.
“Unnie,” she said softly, “you should be happy for me.”
Hana only turned away, tears silently pooling at the edge of her lashes.
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The wedding came swift and golden. Bells, silk, laughter. Y/N thought she’d found her fairytale. Jungkook kissed her hand with reverence under the watchful eyes of their guests.
Only she couldn’t see the storm gathering behind his calm smile.
Mature Romance/ Age Gap / Workplace (Medical Au) / Angst to Comfort / Happy Ending / Smut 18+ / Slice of Life / Drama
Part 1
The night shift was half over when Y/N realized she hadn’t sat down once.
The monitor alarms had blurred into background noise—steady, almost rhythmic. Her hands moved on instinct: adjusting IV lines, checking vitals, offering the same tired comfort she’d been giving for twelve years.
It was 2:47 a.m. when the new physical therapist walked in.
He didn’t look like he belonged in the fluorescent quiet of the ward. Too clean, too bright.
Jungkook—his ID badge read Jeon, Physical Therapy Department. Twenty-four, maybe twenty-five. Hair a little too long for hospital policy, smile a little too easy.
“Evening, ma’am.” He grinned, setting down a stack of patient charts.
She looked up, unimpressed. “It’s night, and don’t call me ma’am. Makes me sound like an administrator.”
That earned a soft laugh. “Then… Nurse Y/N?”
“Just Y/N’s fine.”
He nodded, still smiling like he’d won something.
A few nurses near the station were already whispering—he was the new topic, apparently. But she didn’t care for gossip. She had vitals to record, meds to prepare, and a backache that would outlast sunrise.
Still, when he followed her down the hall to help with a post-op patient, she couldn’t ignore how quietly he moved. He wasn’t careless, not in the way she expected. He listened when she spoke, adjusted equipment when she needed a hand. When she said “careful,” he already was.
After the rounds, she found him leaning on the counter by the coffee pot. “You always this serious?” he asked, voice low.
“Someone has to be.”
He tilted his head. “So… no breaks? No fun? Just… charts and caffeine?”
Her lips curved, not quite a smile. “Fun doesn’t keep people alive.”
He studied her then—really studied her—and for the first time all night, he didn’t joke. “Maybe not,” he said, “but it keeps people human.”
Something in her chest stuttered.
She reached for a cup, pretending not to hear the weight in his tone. “Coffee?”
“Sure.”
He took it from her hand, their fingers brushing—barely there, but enough to leave a spark she felt long after he walked away.
When she finally sat down to write her reports, she caught herself glancing at the staff door, half expecting to see him come back.
The night went on. Machines hummed. The world stayed the same.
New fanfic! I would like to do a new au hehe~ this could be short and different from my usual writing. Been busy for the past week/s🥲
Romantic Fantasy / Sci-Fi Slice of Life / Drama / Emotional Angst / Healing & Found Family / TaeKook/ Poly/Smut18+
Plot:
In a city where humans and hybrids walk the same streets but live in separate worlds, you opened your door one rainy night to a trembling bunny hybrid, Jungkook — and later, to a watchful tiger hybrid, Taehyung. What began as simple kindness became something deeper: three souls finding rhythm in the quiet chaos of shared space.
But peace doesn’t come easily. Instincts, old wounds, and unspoken fears stir beneath the calm. As the bonds between human and hybrid deepen, love begins to blur the lines between species — and healing means facing the pain they thought they left behind.
Part 1
“The city never really sleeps; it just hums softer when it rains.”
The downpour had been steady for hours, turning the streets into rivers of light.
You tightened your coat and quickened your pace, boots splashing through puddles that mirrored the glowing signs above. Another long shift, another night of solitude waiting in the apartment—until you saw him.
At first, he looked like a shadow pressed against the side of the café: knees pulled to his chest, soaked ears drooping over his face. A bunny hybrid, unmistakable even through the curtain of rain. The kind people usually hurried past.
You hesitated only a moment before stepping closer.
“Hey,” you said softly. “You’ll get sick out here.”
He blinked up at you—eyes wide, frightened, and far too human. A tremor ran through him when thunder cracked overhead. Without thinking, you offered your umbrella, then your hand.
Back in your small apartment, the air smelled of wet fur and instant noodles. The hybrid sat on the edge of the couch, towel clutched tightly, watching you as if every sound might break the fragile truce between stranger and shelter.
When you asked his name, his voice came out barely above a whisper.
“Jungkook.”
He flinched at the sound of his own honesty. You smiled anyway and set a steaming mug in front of him.
“Then, Jungkook, you’re safe here. Just for tonight.”
Outside, the rain kept falling—soft, steady, cleansing.
Inside, two worlds shared the same quiet space for the first time. The city’s noise faded until all that remained was the rhythm of breathing and the ticking of a clock that suddenly felt less lonely.
Somewhere beneath the hum of neon, the story of three hearts had just begun.
Part 2 preview:
"A knock at the door. A flash of golden eyes in the doorway. And the sound of a low growl that will change the balance of your little sanctuary forever."
Disclaimer: All my works are work of fiction. All characters, events are fictional and for entertainment purposes only. All characters behaviors, and actions are imaginary and should not be associated with reality. My work is not intended to harm, defame, or misrepresent anyone. No copyright infringement is intended, and this content is non-commercial. Plus images used and can be seen in my fics per posts are not mine and all credits as tagged and owners for each.
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Warnings: minors do not engage/minors do not interact/heavy smut/explicit ahead 🔞 No minors allowed/ Read if you're comfortable/NSFW/AU/18+above
Inspired from Disney series *my fave* (Sonny with a Chance) Sonny as you/reader and Jeon Jungkook as Chad Dylan Cooper.
Plot: Two rival TV shows: Laugh Out Loud (your comedy sketch show) and Heartstrings High (Jungkook’s teen drama). You’re bubbly, talented, and a little clumsy. He’s charismatic, cocky, and used to getting attention not until you start stealing it without even trying.
Parts: Story 1, Story 2, Story 3, Story 4 Bonus
2. Stay - (Angst/Drama/Mature themes/Fluff/Rated M)
Reader/Y/N x Jeon Jungkook
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8(Final), Epilogue, Bonus
3. Our Timing - (Fluff/Romance/Rated M/Slight Angst/Comedy/Poly/Slice of life/Drama)
Reader/Y/N x TaeKook x Jungkook x Taehyung
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9(Final)
4. The One He Can't See - (Drama/Angst/Slice of life/Romance/One sided love AU/Love Pining/Rated M)
Jungkook Seven MV inspired x Reader/Y/N
Parts: Part 1, Part 2(Final), Part 3(3D MV inspired), Part 4 (Cont.)
5. Aftermath - (Heavy Drama/Movie & Game inspired/Angst/Gore/Action/Thriller/Horror/Dark Romance/AU/Yandere/Silent Hill Creatures)
Silent Hill: Revelation inspired au which is my favorite horror movie/game💕❤️💖
Jungkook x Reader Y/N x OC x Taehyung x Jin x Yoongi
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (Final)
6. Shadows Between Us (Aftermath continuation/Part2) -
(Heavy Drama/Movie & Game inspired/Angst/Gore/Action/Thriller/Horror/Dark Romance/AU/Yandere/Silent Hill Creatures)
Silent Hill: Revelation inspired au which is my favorite horror movie/game💕❤️💖
Jungkook x Reader Y/N x OC x Taehyung x Jin x Yoongi
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13(Final), Epilogue
Bonus 1, Bonus 2
7. The Boy Behind Walls - (Heavy Drama/Movie inspired/Angst/Thriller/Horror/Dark Romance/AU/Yandere)
Jungkook x Reader Y/N
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,(Final)
8. Mine To Break (Season 1) - (Drama/Angst/Slice of life/Romance/Rated M/Heavy Smut/Rated M/Mature/R18+)
Jungkook x Reader Y/N
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Bonus 5 / Part 8 the final Season 1, Epilogue
Bonus 1
Bonus 2
Bonus 3
Bonus 4
Bonus 5 / Part 8 the final Season 1
Bonus 6
Bonus 7
Bonus 8
Extras/Friends Requests:
One Shots:
Somebody Like You
Crimson Vows
*I also have fanfics here: Asianfanfics feel free to explore🙂↕️ those are my first ff's too that I made way back there🥹🥹🥹 my root.
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