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omg hi everyoneee, im so sorry ive been mia for so long, engineering is really taking a toll on me. however with bts on the rise im a bit ashamed to say that the last 2 years my mental health was not good because i guess i couldnt find a way out of my pit without them. the thing is, i forgot how being happy felt like and aong with happiness i left them too. i do really love them with all my heart and i dont want anyone to think i abandoned them because i didnt have the time, its just, i was lost, and now im back. Arirang comes out on march 20th and best believe im hella hating everyone who bullied me when i was younger for liking bts and now they repost everything like as if they didnt call them gay back then. so yeah im having a hot and cold, mostly cold relationship with everyone atm. personal life wise whew that was a ride trust me. annywaysss im currently working on a jungkook one shot plus series so please support me everyone byeeee
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tres tres desole is so perfect for a title because it apologizes directly to my followers for taking so long to update lmaoooooooooooooooo
Wow the plot thickens! Jungkook is really playing with fire here with those two hunters. They clearly suspect something. I wouldn't doubt if they hung around for a while to see what he's hiding. If Jungkook gets caught harboring her he'll be in a lot of trouble. I foresee him having to kill anyone who catches them together in order to protect her. The story is becoming so tense! I worry that something bad will happen to one of them. I know you can't spoil anything, but I hope this has a happy ending.
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TrÚs TrÚs Désolé | Jeon Jungkook | 1
âChapter 1: Negative meets Negative
â Summary | a negative and a negative becomes positive. An irrevocably tasteless, distressful craze is who you are. For you perceive the world negatively like no other. Wherefore, a shadow mirrors your acts, Jeon Jungkook. He finds devotion and obsession like no other in your being. Whoever could predict the glacial assassin would find comfort in wintry you, when he stumbles upon you lurking in the dark alleys of the underworld. Il est trĂšs trĂšs dĂ©solĂ©
â Pairing | Jungkook x reader
â Genre | psychopathy, murderer, depression
âTropes | killer!jk, depressed!reader
â Rating & Warnings | 18+/mature; depression, mentions of suicide, anger, violence, gore, graphic violence, killing, mental illness, pills, medicinal, mental asylum,claustrophobia, kissing, multiple orgasm, cunnilingus, graphic sex, missionary sex, slight voyeurism, nipple pinching, groping/kneading, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, rough/intense sex, teasing, masturbation, undressing (you and him)
â Word count (pt)| 5.0k Word count (Series)| 5.0k+ to come
â Status: Ongoing
Life was bleak, just like the skies tonight. Without a mother from a young age, and a father who had disowned you to start a new family by himself, you were left with nothing, not even breadcrumbs. Without contact with the man who raised you for quite some time, you had been living, let's call it, a very depressing life.Â
You are the epitome of negativity. It's like the math equation that never made sense. You released adverse emotions, and life spit out horrendous situations, which you would think would result in something positive. But unlike the formula, nothing ever resulted in something good for you.Â
And so, you lived in a dusty abode, not quite conducive for a young woman but it is acceptable if the only other option was being homeless. A death like warrant, was what your job was.Â
Tending to cranky abandoned old people all day long who were cynical, oppressive and misogynistic is not what you would call an ideal day job, but it did pay. Very, very meek of course, but it puts food on the table, twice a day.Â
You had just finished a very important job. Yes, you were loitering around the psychiatric ward near a mental institution. Why? It was a government funded hospital, therefore the psychiatrists who worked there would sometimes open doors for people like you. Sad people who don't have enough money to seek help from professionals.Â
The dangerous part of said hospital was it was far away from the city life. On the outskirts for which you walked 4 miles from your place. But it was also the entrance to the forest, where many gangs and gang headquarters resided. There was a shady sign that told you it was a dangerous area. But that didn't stop you. It was government property after all.Â
But you couldn't do it. You couldn't go inside. You just weren't competent enough to take help. You stood for hours. But you couldn't make up your mind. You decided that today would be the day. You wouldn't need saving, for the water would gulp you and hopefully take you to the silver city.Â
Not a tear dropped when your brain told you it was time. You didn't look behind for a grim reaper. Nor did you make a plaque on your face. Whose house would it be in? Would anyone ever notice you were gone? Maybe the clerk of the store near your home might miss you for not buying more instant ramen. Â
And so, you laughed. Laughed in hatred and despise. It was a long way from home. And you didn't even know the way back. There was no reception for your phone, and so you just hoped that unlike Hansel and Grethel your footprints wouldn't have disappeared, so you could make your way back.Â
You walked with a grace, a poise that a third person couldn't place. It was like a walk or a dance, that a swan may act like. An interpretive dance of death. Kind of like when a supermodel serves the best look on her last runway. You served the best look of winter upon your face.Â
Billie Eilish couldn't write a song about you even if she tried her hardest. Which was stereotypical because Eilish made happy songs as well. A beautiful swan like you had so much potential. But without a place to stay, you obviously couldn't afford music classes.Â
You think back to the happy days, where you played your violin for your mother, and your father. Your mother clapped along while your father hid his smile behind the coffee he was drinking. He would then look at your mother, like how a man would look to his wife who painted the world. Â
That was your mother.Â
She made everyone proud. She made the people around you stand with love and respect, not just admiration. But you didn't have her long enough. Well maybe long enough to love her and then have her taken away from you like a wooden stake to your heart. Fate never smiled at you after.Â
You thought you could love a man. But you hid. Hid from everyone who posed a threat to your already frail heart that had somehow survived the worst. But today, it had cracked into fractals that resembled the thunder that took over the sky above you. And you needed a soft landing for when it truly broke.Â
You remembered the bridge over a lake full of rocky stones that was far enough for your departure but not far enough that no one would notice the morning after. you conclude that someone from the asylum would cremate you or would harvest your organs.Â
You never did drugs, but you would seem like a person who would have. Maybe theyâll test you.Â
Thoughts like these weren't new to you. They should be, but they weren't. To be unfazed by death should be studied. Guess the hospital won't ever get to diagnose all the disorders you have managed to develop.Â
You think it is because of the high number of expiry dates that you have been through during your work at the old age home. You hated the old people, but they had a life, and to pass away with none of their loved ones beside them. Just like you. You find comfort in the fact that you relate to people who have lived sixty to seventy years. At the young age of 22, other than cleaning and tending to said old people, you had no purpose.Â
None to love you, and no one to love.Â
You continue to walk away from the hospital. You feel a rising anger, at yourself and everything around you. Your hone was almost dead and fuck you didn't have connectivity here. You look around, trying to make your way through an unknown forest. 4 miles away from your home was not conducive at all. Â
You hear a sharp shout from a while away. Â
âFuck what was thatâ you mumble. You follow the screams, and behind a bush you sit. You see three men, one with a baton in his hand, the other two punching the man whose blood is pouring out his body. Face covered in red, and teeth bleeding.Â
âPlease, please Iâm sorry, Iâll pay you back I-I pr-promise" the man stutters anxiously. âFuck no, you betrayed us, this is your punishment Lin, be a man and take itâ says a man, tall with black hair, a sharp jaw, a beauty to look at, and then he gives one blow to the back of the kneeling man. Â
He falls forward, unmoving. He was dead. You had just seen a murder. You wanted to feel fear, but you didn't. Disgust? Nothing. But then you feel something crawl of your calf.Â
You let out a scream.Â
All the three men look at you. You jump up, swatting away the centipede, but then you look up. You see the three men looking at you, one with his jaw fallen.Â
âI won't say anythingâ you shout and run. You look back to see all of them running behind you. You run, unable to find your way to the outside of the forest. You look back.Â
âSunny go northâ shouts the one with the baton. âIâm going up eastâ shouts the other, spreading out to catch you. You pause, and it seems your body knows the way better than you ever did, you spot the danger sign in the distance, you run.Â
The other you, would've given up and let them kill you, hell that's what you wanted. But it was a basic human instinct.Â
But you ran towards the sign. They were catching up with you. You go back the way you left from the stop sign. But you knew you couldn't win, you lived four miles, no vehicle to take you anywhere. They'll catch up with you and you know theyâll kill you. But you don't stop. You run. You try to survive. You look back and theyâve stopped at the sign. They should follow you.Â
But they don't.Â
You start jogging. And they leave your view. It was a long way from here. You'll be home by sunrise.
In approximately three hours you finally reach your dusty attic. It was a funny thing, youâre home. It was a small room, above a banquet that was never rented out as it was far away from the city life. The owner had disowned it informally as he was a real estate tycoon. He didn't even know you were living there. It was big for one person, you would admit. A bed on the floor, a rackety washing machine, a small stove and rickety utensils that were tearing apart. Â
A small shower that could barely be considered such., you had unlimited water and electricity, so you felt it was a score. But you had books. A good number of notebooks that you were collecting.Â
School children would throw them away, and you would take them from recycling shops. A lot of pages are still left in the unused books you wrote. Sonnets and haikus, about death and remorse. About guilt, fear and abandonment.Â
For no one in your life would ever write anything positive.Â
You stripped down and entered the shower. Never had you ever felt ungrateful for the free room you had gotten. So, you would use the lights and shower very rarely. But today was different. You felt the need to wash off the sins you had encountered. Â
But you hardly felt regret. You were religious. At some point in your life, mother would drag you to church to meet all her sweet church friends. They all said they would take care of you. But when your mother passed, they became nonexistent. They tried to exit as discreetly as possible.Â
The heat radiated off your body and fogged up the mirror. You finally felt sleep coming to you. Maybe that was a psychopathy you thought. Who would ever feel sleepy after seeing what you just did?Â
You drag yourself out of the shower. Â
You think of all the times you needed someone before. When you had a fever and brought 3 mugs of cold water so you could change and dip the cloth yourself to put on your forehead. Â
You think about the numerous times you had to fill in your panties with extra ones just to quickly run to the store and pads or tampons because no one could, and you hadn't planned.Â
You think about the times you had to slowly breathe and calm yourself down to avoid getting a panic attack because you couldn't afford to be vulnerable at night. You keep telling yourself you will end your misery. But you pause.Â
Hating the fact that you ran like a basic human on instinct after tonight, when you could've stayed.Â
You sleep far too soundly, never letting yourself be pampered, but you thought God wouldn't punish you if you felt nice on your last day.Â
That night you slept the most sound you had in years.Â
The next morning, you get to the old age home a little sooner. Your sad eyes bloomed a little more today. Â
âFinally found a boyfriend ___?â asked Mrs. Yun, a crocheting 70-year-old, new to the home. âNo, Mrs. Yun, why would you say so?â you asked.Â
âYou seem happy, girl, now go get me some tablets, i need to take my tabletsâ she commanded.Â
You struggle to keep composure.Â
â____ are you going to go off the rails today? Seems lighterâ Mr. Kim asked with a kind smile. You smiled, âNo Mr. Kim I wish I couldâ.Â
Mr. Kim was kind, but only to a certain point. He liked you, but it was only because you went through a hard time as well. He was as fit as a fifty-year-old man and had invested a lot in the home. He wanted to be away from his family. But it is like he was still running his company or whatever it was.Â
A star burns its brightest in its final days.Â
You make your way to the same bridge 4 miles away. Your heart begged you to walk towards the hospital and just give it one more chance. Maybe you could see a different perspective. Maybe you weren't as miserable as you thought. But your legs didn't move. You stood at the bridge.Â
You had 3 covers full of food. You were in your prettiest dress, and the only piece of jewelry you had ever owned. A pair of cheap ears, that kept the pierced holed apart, and your mother's necklace. Nothing fancy, just a necklace with small pearls the size of beads splattered asymmetrically over the necklace.Â
Your best pair of flats. The last of your lip gloss. So, you sat at the little bench and ate all the food you had bought. It would be your last meal. Your phone was dying but you wouldn't need it. Your tattered sling held your id and your note.Â
A note that you had written with your favorite pen.Â
A pen that clicked into 6 colors. And you had used all of them in your note. You had no idea if the ink was over, but yours was over for sure. And there was no refill for you.Â
You look out into the sea of trees, and crickets chirping. You see bats fly, and the street light flickers. You smile and laugh. You write your final poem in the last pager of your most recent notebook. You must go picking if you want another.Â
âLife had time Love was conditional for me but not for her My cells flew with the touch of my cat's fur Not with the clothes on my back  Or the intelligence I lacked But I feel beauty today I find myself sway The music shows comfort The reaper smiles at my wings that soar He will give me company With the swan's symphony The skies were blue when I was younger But now my eyes repeatedly blunder To stare into ether that's empty  So, I must see above it, simplyâÂ
Jeon Jungkook, oh the man he was. The second in line to everything his brothers had built. A sleek jaw that cut the throats of the untouchable, a nose sharp and dainty that was beautiful with his eyes.Â
Oh, his eyes.Â
Big and beautiful, deer like, lashes that suited him like, touch suited pleasure. so logical and yet inexplainable. His being held purpose and presence.Â
He was untouchable. A guard of his own, a master of fate, a writer of destiny, not his no, but others.Â
You'd see those beautiful eyes, once and only once, which was considered a gift for your departure. They were divine, and flashing, just like the clouds and what they surpassed above.Â
The angels would sing, while the demons danced, as his knife slowly made its way through his target's body.Â
He was special. One of a kind. He had a purpose, a sublimity that wouldn't be found amongst the people of earth. He was mortal and celestial simultaneously.Â
A body built like the statues you see in museums, his anger like the ones you see in fire, and his punishment like the ones you see in books.Â
He was different. Laughter was simple to him.Â
Nothing new, but nothing often. He went by DesolĂ©, the part of Ira. A set of seven. They carried out punishments, and induced wrath into the beings of the underworld. Theyâd get to work in a frenzy, scared Ira would come after them.Â
As discreetly as possible. Â
But Ira was in the underworld. And to do so, they made a few friends in the government happy, by assassinating people in high positions.Â
But Ira was untouchable. The government could take them down, but why would they?Â
Ira was a gift to them.Â
Desole has been explained.Â
But who are the other six?Â
Iraâs Intelligence was Suga. If he had your name, he would also have your life, your relationships, your place, your work, your deepest secrets, hell heâd even know what you had for breakfast this morning. He'd hate you if the answer to that question was rice. Because according to him rice was always, always lunch.Â
Iraâs ammunition was Hobi. He was sweet but you couldn't trust him with a secret, because he had guns in his socks, pockets, behind his back, his clothes were layers of bullets, grenades, reloads and then a basic tee.Â
Iraâs diplomat was Park Jimin. He was all flared up at his lack of a code name, but his government name was how Ira was identified in the higher ups. Jimin's role was tackier than the others. He doesn't leave the house without a vest and a pen. He negotiates and makes friends with gangs, threatens officials, and brings secrets of those around him with him. Heâd teach you how to be you.Â
Iraâs assassin was V. Today, you could be enjoying a family dinner with your third secret family, with black money ridged inside your walls, and tomorrow, the world wouldn't know youâve existed. And even if they had known, you would be here to defend that, nor would your corpse be seen in a vicinity of the country. V was more precise and cleaner than the indent of your pen onto a paper, because heâd make sure the paper never existed in the first place.Â
Jin, the money lord. His mind could consume numbers like no other, heâd know who owed what and to whom. He'd know who was pretending to have actual companies, and how many of them were just shell companies. Your money wouldn't be yours if he didn't let it be yours. He makes the sexiest pancakes though.Â
RM controlled Ira. Ira was him and he was Ira. His personality was Ira, and it wouldn't be there today if RM hadn't molded each one of them, seeing potential and nurturing them into deadly warlords. He was God. And no one would question him. But the greatest part of him was he had never misused his power, otherwise, again, Ira wouldn't be here today. He loved Jungkook to death and heâd take bullets for him. He loved the others just as much, but he always felt responsible for Jungkook.Â
He was always down when Jungkook was. Jungkook didn't love like one normally did. He had love that was treacherous and prickled with thorns. Thorns that didn't pierce but would engulf you into itself. His pain was a well without water, but also a well without end. And RM would fill the well every moment.Â
Ira was pain. Glass engraved amidst embers that never extinguished.Â
And they were kings and horses and knights and whatever they did, whatever their purpose was, it was nothing more than a particle in the world, they knew. But they would make sure your particle wasn't bigger than theirs.Â
And that's all that one needed. Â
To be the biggest in the room. Â
But who was Jungkook then? Why DesolĂ©? He apologizes for being clean and thorough. He apologizes because it was him being the one to take care of you. That V was clean, but he was cleaner. That you wouldn't know it was him until he wanted you to know.Â
He apologizes to be the one to push down the canyon of death, and that he didn't mean to. But there are a million things he doesn't apologize for, like how he wasn't responsible for your death, because you called to him with your wrong doings. Because you were so cruel to others, he was to be cruel to you.Â
It is difficult to be Jungkook. His past holds nothing to his present but neither does his future. How do you come to terms with that? But at the same time, it was a s simple as saying sorry.Â
How do you come to terms with that??Â
That your being was nonexistent because you had too much ego to accept and you had to make DesolĂ© come to your rescue.Â
That was purely, purely on you.Â
Hurt was removable misery wasn't. Ira was a lovely underworld gang compared to the others. They took out bad people, but it doesn't mean they weren't bad. From drug trafficking to ammunition dealing, was done under Ira. But to be good you needed to know the bad and do the bad.Â
Classic wrong thing for the greater good. The children and teenagers in debt for cocaine, the old people on the streets for gambling away their savings to Ira, the banks that were under Ira who were pushed into also laundering money.Â
Just like now, when Mr. Lin would be punished for his wrong doings.Â
âYou betrayed us Linâ RMâs voice boomed in the palace. âUnexpected but not surprising. You will payâ.Â
âPlease Sir, I didn't mean to, I just needed the money please, pleaseâ Mr. Lin Pleads on his knees. âIf you don't want to die, tell me why you wanted it?â He asks.Â
âI owed Wang some money,â Mr. Lin admits. âWang as in Wang who deals with prostitutes?â Hobi asks. âYes, I just had to pay off my nights RM, I will have the money just give me some timeâ Mr. Lin begs.Â
âYou are paying off nights with prostitutes when your pregnant wife sleeps at home? You deserve deathâ Suga pipes up. RM twists his neck, anger boiling in his body. âI don't want your money after allâ RM says.Â
Mr. Lin calms down. âWell, what do you want then?âÂ
âYour deathâ Â
âV take Mika and Sunny and finish him in the forest. Be clean.â RM commands. V nods and walks towards the door. Mika and Sunny, both Vâs helpers, pick up Mr. Lin and drag him behind V. Â
Jungkook plays with his knives. They were curved, a round hole at the stem of the knife, for his index finger to fit into. They were his favorites, a pair of bow karambits.Â
âSuch a prick, banksâ he comments lazily. âI didn't expect Lin would sell our accounts when he handles so many other gangs. The audacity!â Jin exclaims.Â
âYou can't control what people do, but you can control how you take care of themâ RM smirks. Everyone's lips tilt up.Â
It's so hard to say no when youâre dancing with Ira.Â
RM doesn't forgive; he makes examples. They all go back to their work after the drama. Jungkook blades away at his knives, while Suga codes on his computer. Hobi examines the new load of rifles and snipers that just dot descended from the trucks. RM resumes reading the newspaper, and Jin starts writing a grocery list. He should be writing accounts, but sue him, heâs hungry.Â
âJungkook, bless the next one by finishing them, Vâs already done two for you nowâ RM says. âFine. You know it's not fun when it's known punishmentâ Jungkook laments.Â
He liked the surprise, and the fear when he walked into his killers' abode. He likes him struggling on the floor, looking for something to throw at Jungkook while he just moves to the side.Â
He likes the fear of having your life taken from you. People like Lin already knew what was coming. They would have only pathetic attempts at saying sorry in the end. They were noisy.Â
Ah well.Â
But the night shifts. It's been 5 hours and V isn't back. Nor is Mika or Sunny. RM wakes up, to check up on everyone. He wakes Suga when they realize the three of them aren't back yet.Â
Hobi runs down, and Jungkook comes out of the home gym, wiping his sweat away.Â
âWe have a problem, V and the others haven't come back yet, encrypted phones are ringing but he isn't picking them upâ Suga catches up with everyone. âJust track their phones,â Jungkook says.Â
âThey're encrypted fucker, I can't, plus at least Mika's and Sunny's is cheaper. Vâs is higher level; itâll take months to even break the fucking codeâ He shouts.Â
âShitâ Hobi mumbles. Jin walks around looking for a solution. RM shouts, banging onto Jiminâs door. He was always a deep sleeper. Jimin opens the door in panic. âWhat the fuck RM whatâs the problem!â Jimin asks briskly.Â
Everybody brainstorms on the situation when a loud banging on the front door interrupts everybody. Â
Suga looks at the camera surveillance of the front door. âItâs Mikaâ he announces as he opens the door. The titanium door falls apart and there stands Mika. Covered in dirt and mud with few leaves sticking out of his tousled hair, he pants like a dog.Â
âWhat the fuck happened and where is V?â RM asks. Â
âWell boss, we have a slight problemâÂ
âYOUâRE TELLING ME A GIRL SAW YOU KILL LIN AND SHE RAN OUT OF THE FOREST?! AND YOU DIDN'T FOLLOW HER WHY?!â RM shrieks.Â
âWell, that's because it's out of the forestâ Â
âFuck I forgot to switch of the camerasâ Suga admits.Â
âShit!â Hobi says.Â
There were cameras outside the forest. One, was if anyone from the hospital ran away, they needed surveillance. Second, if there were no cameras, Iraâs palace would be suspected to be there, and so by keeping the camera, people would never think ira was situated there. Â
Suga whips out the camera footage. Â
V and Sunny enter the house. âWe didn't want to leave the forest RM, Suga didn't switch the cameras off. I wanted to call you, but my antenna broke away. Sorry guysâ V apologizes.Â
âI got her face,â Suga declares. Â
All the seven with Mika and Sunny huddle over Suga. Your face plastered over his monitor. A white sweater now dirty, fear consuming you. He plays the video, and they see you thinking and running. Running towards the right from where the camera was placed. Â
Jungkook sees your frame. Examines it. He thinks you would be beautiful to kill.Â
âWhat do you have on her?â Jimin asks. Â
âI only have an ID from her old school. The DMV mentions her name, but it's wiped out her face, so I can't place it as her. I don't know where she lives, so she must be homelessâ says Suga.Â
âWhy was she there in the first place? To visit the hospital?â Jin wonders. âShe dropped out of school when she was 9. Mother dead. Father with a new family. No inheritance. No place to live. I'll run a program to check all rentals and houses in the two mile radius from hereâ and Suga does the same.Â
The search comes up empty.Â
âAre you telling me she doesn't live anywhere? Thatâs ridiculousâ RM says anguished.Â
âShe looks poor, and she is definitely not mental, so why is she at this hospital? For something that she can't afford and private city hospitals. Check in a 6 mile radius, she might be a squatterâ V hypothesizes.Â
âFineâ and Suga gets to work. Â
For six hours Suga works tirelessly. Â
Jungkook gets his bags, with his karambits sharpened and ready to tear your body apart. Â
Jimin contacts the higher ups to see if anyone knows anything about you. Hobi trains the newbies to kill you, a guinea pig, maybe heâll go with V and teach them how to gut intestines and bury in a way that youâll decompose faster.Â
You were a perfect kill for them.Â
They'll find you. Your license was registered 5 miles away from the forest. Which meant you lived 2 miles from it, which meant you were 4 miles away. Â
Suga keeps browsing his computer until RM slams a pillow onto his face and asks him to go to bed.Â
Jungkook boxes well that night, he wants to gouge your eyes out and makes sure that you'll never see again, and then he cut you in ways where you'll feel pain until you breathe for the very last time. He was excited to finally have a kill.Â
Like a lion waiting for his gazelle.Â
This wasn't a fairytale, where you would be magically spared.Â
You were at the wrong place at the wrong time and that was no one's fault, but someone had to pay for that, and that someone was you.Â
Tonight, youâd sleep like a baby, but tomorrow youâll sleep forever.Â
Jin made sure to look into any bank accounts in your name. You had one at some point, but you couldn't maintain the minimum balance, and you had closed it. This was 4 years ago. He assumes you were really trying hard to make it work. Too bad the poor remain poor and the rich become richer. Â
The world was a monopoly game waiting to wend. It was not easy to survive, and life hadn't treated you well. V was skeptical. You had fear in your eyes, but no anger. You had survival, but no need for it. He felt himself turning to look well into your eyes. The image of the surveillance camera was burnt before his eyelids.Â
You wanted to survive, but your frail body didn't seem like it wanted to.Â
He almost felt bad for you, but he had come across hundreds like you. Unlucky, meaningless and insignificant to the world.Â
Hobi utters your name under his breath a million times, knowing heâll not miss a shot at you. You were too pretty to miss. Too bad youâll be dead.Â
It was 6 oâclock the next day. Â
âI got a hit!â Suga calls for everyone's attention.Â
There you were, on a nearby camera.Â
A pretty dress, flats and a bag of takeout. Suga makes sure to cut off all the cameraâs in the area, and while RM, Jimin, Jin, and himself stay back at the house, the rest pick up their bags and leave, ready to hurt you a little back, before bringing you back to the house to torture.Â
Jungkook, V and Hobi make their way to the bridge, only to see you eat the last bite from your tiny box, remove your sling and set it onto the bench. They wait for a second to see what you were trying to do.Â
Then you stand up and jump over the railing.Â
That's when Jungkook sprints.Â
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A/N: Hi guys, I hope you liked the first part of Tres Tres Desole!! My classes have started so it will be difficult for me to update but I think this series will have around 5 parts! I will let you know if I plan to add to it! Thanks for your patience! Please make sure to fill out the google form if you want to give me any review it will be linked on my navi <3
Reading my own fanfiction is basically just a rollercoaster of emotional whiplash.
20% of the time:Â âHold on. I wrote this? This is fire. This is emotionally devastating in the best way. This scene is dripping with tension. Iâm a literary perfectionist. Someone give me a book deal.â
80% of the time: âStraight to jail. Immediate prison. Why is everyoneâs breath hitching?. I used the word âgazeâ three times in one paragraph like I was possessed. Did I think 'his eyes darkened' was profound? Why is everyone clenching their jaws? Why is someone whispering 'their name like a prayer' again?? No one talks like this. What is this dialogue. Why are there so many weird metaphors and em-dashesâŠâ
I DELETED A THOUSAND WORDS BY MISTAKE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
who says writing isn't stressful.
guys just to be clear never to forever jungkook fanfic is complete <3
jeon jungkook fanfics recommendations that will ruin your sleep schedule đȘ© (jungkook masterlist)
hey my babies đ ... itâs been a long time since i posted my last list and i missed so much. Thank god Iâm still doing my silly reviews when i can, cause life can be so so hectic sometimes. But between the busy schedules and stressful tasks, fanfiction light up my days through the cracks and iâm so grateful. This wouldnât be possible without these amazing writers that deserve all the love and praise for putting these masterpieces into the world. Thank you so much đ That all being said, hope you guys enjoy my list and my reviews ofc :
đ the love bug by @jungkxook | pairing: jungkook x reader | genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut | spiderkook, spideykook | completed
summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you
đ handle with care by @dreamersparacosm | pairing: jungkook x reader | completed
summary: in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.
đ web between us by @nvrngl | pairing. bts ïčą spiderman!jungkook x mj!reader ïčą flu | ongoing (?)
summary: it's the middle of the night and jungkook stumbles ( yet again ) through your window, wounded, sheepish, irresistably adorable.
đ bitchin by @kinktae | pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader | genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2 | completed
summary: The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
my review, my review, my review, my review, my review, my review, my review (i think this is one of my favorite fanfics EVER)
đ delivery date by @dntaewithluv | Pairing: pizzadeliveryboy!jungkook x reader (pieceofyou!jungkook x reader) | completed (i guess)
summary: Everyoneâs raving about the newest pizza place in town, Pizza Paradise. One Friday night, you find your curiosity piqued and decide to see if itâs really worth all the hype. However, it turns out youâre much more intrigued by the gorgeous blonde delivery boy than the cheesy contents of the box heâs carrying.
đ study break - part one by @ggukivrse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader | genre: college au, established relationship, smut (?) | ongoing (?)
summary: in which youâre all distraction and no remorse, and jungkook keeps coming back for more.
đ married for 7 days by @kooklovee | Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader | Genre - mostly fluff, smut | completed
summary: Matching rings and a jokeâyour boyfriend says you're married. What he didnât expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.
đ dilf jk: series masterlist @venusiangguk | pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc | genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff | ongoing (and im waiting for updates everyday)
summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you
my review, my review (i think about this fanfic pretty much everyday)
đ just this once by @ggukivrse | pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader | genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff (?) | ongoing (?)
summary: when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no. after all, what's the worst that could happen in hooking up just this once?
đ ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Psychic!AU & MedSchool!AU | Filed under: fluff, crack | completed
summary: When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.
đ secret encounters by @jiminsafairy | waiter!jungkook x reader | completed
summary: in the middle of an awfull date, when the hot waiter gives you a note: 'meet me in the bathroom'. And you don't hesitate to follow him.
đ apart-mental issues (my review my review) by @mister0ctopus | mini-series | Pairings: Neighbor JK x Reader | completed
summary: Just your awkward and embarrassing encounters with your next-door neighbor, Jungkook.
đ EXBF!JUNGKOOK HEADCANNONS by @dearjoons | exboyfriend!jungkook x exgirlfriend!reader | completed
summary: REQUEST: âi was thinking like you guys are still somewhat friends after the breakup (maybe in the same friend group or smt) and heâs still very much in love with you type thing ykk đ€â
đ Fuck me Up (FMU) by @jungkoode | genre: enemies to lovers, emotional slow burn, smut with plot, fuck buddies | ongoing
summary:
When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.
But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.
my review, my review, my review, my review
đ basic needs | jjk, myg by @ggukivrse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader, yoongi x f!reader | rating/genre: m, smut, roommates au | little bit of jk x yoongi | completed
summary: missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.
đ something In the silence by @cgvejjk | genre : soft, cozy, comforting. | pairing ,, best friend!jk x bsf!reader | completed
summary: two best friends who are in love but wonât admit it, but what happens when one makes a move?
đ Never to Forever by @sushispective | Genre | rivals!au, angst, slow burn, comedy, fluff | Tropes | e2l, academic rivals | ongoing ?
summary: Â Rivals logically, but lovers illogically. Jungkook and you never gave the other a second, with snarky comments and sharp retorts, but when things spiral out of control, will the banter return?
đ OUR LITTLE LIFE by @kookooluvr | pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader | genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of lifelau, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments | ongoing
summary: moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.
my review, my review (COWBOYKOOK)
đ after school hours by @jeonette | genre : enemies to lovers | pairing : jungkook x reader | completed
summary: A classic 90's enemies to lovers skit. Mixtapes, rooftop hangouts, and harmless bickering between classes. But somewhere between hallway glances, stolen car rides, and one kiss under the stars, everything changed.
đ Ghost!AU with Jungkook by @springday-aus | Genre: fluff, platonic bc heâs literally dead | ghost!jungkook, mentions of ghost!Yoongi and neighbor!Taehyung | completed
summary: ghost!jungkook basically
đ accidental roommates by @jjkeverlast | pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader | oommates AU, hate to love, fluff, angst, humor | completed
summary: moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad â a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.
feel free to recommend your fanfic or anything you like đđ
Thank you so much for the mention!!
being excited over a fic you haven't even written yet is so fic author coded
TrÚs TrÚs Désolé |Jungkook | Teaser
â Summary | A negative and a negative becomes positive. An irrevocably tasteless, distressful craze is who you are. For you perceive the world negatively like no other. Wherefore, a shadow mirrors your acts, Jeon Jungkook. He finds devotion and obsession like no other in your being. Whoever could predict the glacial assassin would find comfort in wintry you, when he stumbles upon you lurking in the dark alleys of the underworld. Il est trĂšs trĂšs dĂ©solĂ© .
â Pairing | Jungkook x reader
â Genre | psychopathy, murderer, depression
âTropes | killer!jk, depressed!reader
â Rating & Warnings | 18+/mature; depression, mentions of suicide, anger, violence, gore, graphic violence, killing, mental illness, pills, medicinal, mental asylum,claustrophobia, kissing, multiple orgasm, cunnilingus, graphic sex, missionary sex, slight voyeurism, nipple pinching, groping/kneading, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, rough/intense sex, teasing, masturbation, undressing (you and him)
â Word count | to come
â Status: to come
âType: Series
(Translation: Very Very Sorry; He is very very sorry)
Never to Forever | Jungkook | 2
A Jeon Jungkook Twoshot.
âĄSummary | Rivals logically, but lovers illogically. Jungkook and you never gave the other a second, with snarky comments and sharp retorts, but when things spiral out of control, will the banter return?
⥠ Pairing | Jungkook x reader
⥠Genre | rivals!au, angst, slow burn, comedy, fluff
⥠Tropes | e2l, academic rivals, smut
⥠Rating & Warnings | 18+/mature; kissing, multiple orgasm, cunnilingus, graphic sex, missionary sex, slight voyeurism, nipple pinching, groping/kneading, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, rough/intense sex, teasing, masturbation, undressing (you and him)
⥠Word count | Pt. 1 : 5.5k Pt. 2: 5.1k
âĄStatus: Completed
⥠A/N: Hi guys this is my first Iâm writing smut so please don't judge you guys can just skip over that part if you don't like it!!
Pt. 1 | Pt.2
Jungkook sleeps that night with a new feeling in his chest concerning you. Fear. He always assumed you never cared. That you never took his jabs into consideration. Every comment heâs made to you on your face comes crashing back to him. He did not realize the gravity of words and what they could do to someone. He didn't realize that what he said could hurt you.
They say when you are in depths of hatred towards your enemy, you must remember the times you were once friends.Â
âI heard every single word you said, Jungkook. You know ____ loves pink? And you made her feel bad for liking pink. She actually has a labubu doll at home, and you made it a joke about her, the more every student makes fun of her, the further her doll goes into the depths of her wardrobeâ Chaewon complains.
Sort of like Arthur and the round table but here it's just, Chaewon and a bunch of idiots. Taehyung and Jimin felt bad. Truly. But Jungkook had to know his words and actions had consequences.
But they felt it was unfair to have you in the crossfire of it all.
âI think I really fucked it up huhâ Jungkook admits. He had a hard time admitting anything.
âJust tell me why you hate ___ so much ââ
âI don't know ââ
âYou do!â Chaewon erupts.
âYes I do okay?! Maybe it's just the way she's so nice to everybody but me ââ
âThats because youâre a dickâ Taehyung chips in.
âOh please she knew that! She knew everything. I don't think we were ever friends in the first place?! Why can't she be normal with me? Has she ever tried to strike up a normal conversation, instead of hanging out all the time with Jaehyunâ Jungkook talks obliviously.
âYouâre jealousââ Taehyung proclaims
âNo Iâm not, why would I be what theââÂ
âYes, you are, and you cannot stomach Jaehyun's presence and that's why you're acting like a goddamn 10 year old kid! And you had the nerve to tell ___ that she was childish? What about you?!â
âI never meant to hurt her!â
âThen act like it!â Jimin finally speaks.
âI - I can't. Weâve never been friends. We were never friends. How do I act when weâve never beenâ he says brokenly.
â Even the greatest enemies, have one moment, have one second, have one memory, where they were true friends, and truly liked each other, before the hate before the turmoil. Think Jungkook, stop hurting my best friendâ
And when Jungkook sleeps that night he dreams of Chaewon's apparent moment.
When he and you were truly friends in need.Â
2 years ago, orientation day
You hadn't seen him yet, but he saw you. Your pink bow was seen over the bus seat. The conductor asks for your ticket. You swear it was just here, and you promise that by the time he finishes the bus, youâll have the ticket in your hand.
But Jungkook sees you. The way you were hunched over in your seat, with your pink pen.
He didn't judge you at all, in fact when he peaked over, he was lucky enough to see what you were writing without getting caught.
âDonât be clingy,â you wrote.
âDonât expect too much,â you wrote.
â10 things I'm grateful for,â you wrote.
He couldn't believe a beautiful girl like you, who might be so extroverted could ever have any trouble getting friends but it seems you did. And so on his way out from the back door of the bus, he stopped the conductor, and gave him one of his tickets. âThis is from the girl with the pink bow over there, she told me to give it to youâ is all he said.
You were in the bathroom, cleaning out the coffee stain when you heard the whispers. âDid you see him dunk the coffee on the girl? âYeah why is she all dressed up in pink, she looks like a 5 year old girl!â and you hear his snarky voice that argued with you earlier.
âWow, you guys love putting down others don't you? Shut the fuck up for five minutes, jeezâ he says. You tumble into the nearest stall and you hear him talk to the lady janitor. âDid you see a girl wiping coffee off herself?â he asks her.
âYes, actually she's in one of the stallsâ . âCould you hand her this shirt, itâs my extra shirt I carry just in case, you know cuz I swim. Haha, anyway dont tell her its from me, she probably would like a change of clothesâÂ
âSure!â the janitor says with a smile. And so did you.
You don't know why it never changed. Maybe when he was mean to you, you felt the need to defend him, and stand up for yourself, something you had never done.
But the good things phase out of view when you see the bad.
When he thinks back to the good he did for you. He realizes, as much as he likes your pouty scrunched up face in anger, he quite liked the face you had when you laughed, and smiled and showed affection. And maybe it was anger, from never being on the receiving end.
He looks up. For gods sake you were not like other girls, but the thing was, you were exactly like them. But you are special. In your own way. He thinks everyone is special.
Everyone deserves to feel special, itâs just, by the hands of fate, his beauty and your beauty just, go together.
And now there's just one more thing he hates. And that's the fact that he took an eon to realize.Â
That when you shared your notes with him because he couldn't attend class due to swimming practice, it was not to show him that you were a bigger person than him. It was because if you didn't win against him at his best, then there was no point in your win at all.
He thinks about the million times he noticed you without his consent. That night, when he stays awake, after a long time, he doesn't feel the will and regret hit him as much as it did every night since that party.
Tonight, when he sacrifices his sleep, he thinks about your journey. And how he was bewitched by you. He knows romantasy isn't real, but if it wasn't, however could he elucidate the spark between you both.
When Chaewon explained Jungkook's expressions during their conversation together, you didn't want to believe it. You didn't want to believe that Jungkook's sudden disappearance had something to do with the way he treated you and that he knew he had hurt you.
Because, if that was the case, his departure from your daily life would imply he regretted his actions, and that he truly cared about you. You don't want to believe he was a good man, but you knew that in the seabed of your heart, he had made himself cozy quite well. You had boundaries, and you had limitations. But they broke away when you looked into his doe eyes.
His eyes were a mystery to you. If you could draw, youâd have portrayed it quite well. His eyes would light up sometimes when he spoke about you. The eyes would crinkle his canthus thoroughly, his lips would tip upwards as if he didn't want to show how just a conversation about you could make him happy.
And that's why you could never truly hate him.
Hate was a strong word, but it was just a light beam away from love. There was a lot of hate in love too. Like when one feels difficult breathing when heâs not around, and she hates how that makes her feel.
Or like when one knows he would sacrifice his dreams to stay with the girl he loves. He hates how easy it comes to him, like it was nothing. Like it wouldn't have been a big deal, but he knows he would've been a manchild, had he done the same for anyone else. He hates how he thought he wasn't capable of such emotions, but she shows him he can be better.
Hate is far too complex to be apart from love. Love is messy, love hurts, but that's why, love isn't a myth. Because at the end of the day, a mythological story is just that. A story. An ideal. Something that cannot be real. Which is why love was far more exquisite.
It was ecstasy.
A high that cannot be chased by mere pot brownies. And so when Jungkook wakes up the day after, he decides, heâll make sure you smile the most because of him.
That he would be the only man that makes you clutch your stomach in laughter. That he would be the only one who cooks for you so you would scarf down a lunchbox.
He decides that he must first call his mother and ask for her recipes. To be fully equipped. And so you giggle when you eavesdrop him trying to shout at his mother through the phone, behind the bleachers.
âMom, if I knew how to cook that way, I WOULDN'T BE ASKING YOU! For gods sake, I'm on time constraints. No, no ____ hates dishes that are too spicy. Yeah, I made a girl cry mom, I feel as bad as you.â
And you think that, maybe if he understands you, just a bit more, when you fight next itâll be right in front of his mother when he introduces you as his girlfriend.
At lunch, two days later, you stand in line and he manages to skedaddle right behind you.
âHi ____â he mutters cautiously. It had been a while since he called you by your name. You quite liked it from his lips.
You reckon it was nothing like when other boys said it. In fact, you like it when he says it in anger as well. It held a crepitating touch to it, that you secretly relished.
âWhat brings you here? Afraid I don't have any friends?âÂ
âYou know I didn't mean that ____â
âDont worry I haven't slept with anyone yet, Iâm thinking Ji-won. You think heâll be interested?â you tease, hinting at your mutual classmate.
âYouâd run me into the ground and have a picnic above me ____â
âWhen are you planning on buying the casket?â you shot back.
At this point, you had collected your share of lunch and began to flutter to your friends table. â____ I need to talk to you. Seriously.â he says sternly.
âAnd I need you out of my face. SeriouslyâÂ
You were beginning to get on his nerves. It's at this point he would usually snap. But he figures that he deserves it. He lets out a small breath.
âPlease _____. I know you aren't asking for this. I know I don't deserve this. And I never want to raise my voice like that again. Give me a chance. 102, next period? You know it's free then. I know youâll be there labubu, please be thereâ and he walks away.
He's afraid you won't come. In fact he was afraid you'd say no right that second. Which is why he didn't give you a chance to say anything.Â
You feel that this time when you called you labubu, it was different. You couldn't place it. It was in his voice. Chaewon begins to beg for a debrief as soon as you take your place. Jaehyun looks up slowly.
He knows that you and Jungkook are meant for each other. And he knew youâd be at 102. And he knew that if he stopped it, tomorrow or any day, if he managed to snatch you before Jungkook did, youâd find your way back to him.
Were you worth the pain he felt? No.
No woman, no person, no being, should be the cause of such pain. It is not in his hands who you choose, he decides. Jaehyun thought back, justifying that God himself couldn't control the free will of humans, whatever type of speck he was?
How did he get entangled in this web, where none crosses his silk strands? Like as if all his strands went parallel. It seems, he wove them, and got caught up in them realising everyone else had their own webs to deal with, and no one would wait to weave the strands with him.
But such were the strands of fate. A human will choose the same, even if you gave it a million chances to choose differently.Â
When lunch is over, Chaewon thinks she must go to the library. You had stood up and walked off already. She sees Jaehyun, next to her. Quiet, unmoving, deep in thought. Her hands slowly, creeps up over his.
âItâs not worth it Jaeâ she says slowly. She understands his pain. "I know Chae, but the heart isnât logical. If it were, then life wouldn't be so rivetingâ
Life was riveting, if you think about it.
You stand before the door. It reads 102. There were so many rooms unoccupied. But you knew why he asked for this one. Orientation day. You remembered. You contemplated on whether to enter or not, you still had time to turn. But nothing was stopping you.
You smiled lightly. But you weren't going to give into him so easily. The reason why you even agreed in the first place was partly because of Chaewon's wails, yes, but it was because of how he had acted right after the party.
You'd seen him pause and look away with guilt when he spotted you in the hallways. You watched him stop swimming and take a breath when he sensed your presence near the pool. You didn't even know why you were there in the first place. You had seen him walk without life in his eyes, pushing away Taehyung and Jimin.
You had seen his friends tail him worryingly. You and him weren't in high school. You needn't have words for communication. You knew his eyes tell a larger story than one would realise.
He knew you were outside. You were deciding. But he didn't want to interfere, because he knew that once you enter 102, he wouldn't let you leave without you being his. But fear ran through his veins repeatedly.
He thought about you, your beauty and the way you had enslaved him with your fiery words that burned him perfectly. Smooth enough to impact him and poor enough to have him running for more.
You had captivated his heart and his mind, and he knew he would fail this semester just because you'd cock your eyebrow at him once or twice. This pink furnished human has a choke hold on him.
So when the door opens lightly and you slip in, he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding.
âYoure an assholeâ you state. âAn asshole youâre here for labubuâ
âDont call me that crap bagâ âSorry, labubuâ
âWhateverâ you hiss.
You wait for a second. And then you begin âI think you had something to say to me, or are we going to stand here and do nothing?â
âRight, yeah, I'm just slightly nervous ____â he says. Your eyes soften but your heart doesn't. âIâm really sorry, ____, for everything. Uhm, I never meant to hurt you, and I know it did come off that way, but I don't know why I said words like that at you at the partyâ
âThe party was one thing, Jungkook, but every single time? You berated me repeatedly, sometimes just hurting for the fun of it? I hope you enjoyed it!â you say. To be fair, you were also releasing repressed feelings of 2 years onto him.
âI understand, I know where you're coming fromââ âThen why?! Why would you go out of your way to hurt me, to detest me? I thought this was just some friendly competition not a full blown war?!â
âI was jealous, okay?!â he admits. âI know I sounded like a goddamn asshole, but you have to know that I fucking like you ____ and yes you're right this was just something friendly, but I could never truly hate you okay? I was arrogant, something I never used to be, but maybe swimming just got to my head and, and, I also apologize for dunking coffee on you on orientation day. And, and ___ I love pink on you and I think you look really pretty all the time and I didn't like how Jaehyun was always behind you, and maybe that instigated some negative feelings or something, I mean aside from that I think youâre really beautiful and I like ââ
âMeâ you finished his ramble.
His hand goes behind his neck while he looks down. His face turning into your favorite color. Yeah, yeah I really do Labubu, I think I even mightââ and then you hear nothing more, because your lips were on his.
It was as though you forgot the entirety of two years, the pain, the frustration, the tears. Your lips molded together like pieces of a puzzle. And then you release him from your hold. âUhhâ love youâ he tries to complete.Â
You look at each other, with a wide smile. And for a second it felt so stupid. So much of agony, dissolved in just a mere kiss. But then again, that's what love is. A complex feeling.Â
His hands move to your lips and pulls you against himself. His lips join yours again, a dance of lust no matter the place. His lips dip into yours, and his hands touch your hips slightly, scared to make a move.you break apart and smile. âDont worry, I want this. I want youâ you look up at him.
And for a second Jungkook thinks he might burst apart.Â
He lifts you up and places you on the table, the table where he once dunked coffee on you, where he once argues about various assignments and presentations. His lips nip at your neck, licks it and struggle to hold yourself back from moaning.
His hands try to reach every crevice of your body sliding under your top, and you instinctively spread your legs to accommodate him standing between them. He removes your shirt, and unhooks your bra.
He sucks on your taut nipple that grows by the moment , biting it and playing with your areola with his tongue. The heat enters your body as he rolls your other breast with his hand, and you try to find some friction against your clit by rubbing against the wooden desk.
He licks the dip between your breasts and bites in beautiful purple hues of hickies. His eyes zero into your pink miniskirt, that was ridden up to barely hide anything. Jungkok falls to his knees and catches your already wet panties. He smirks at the strawberry print that covers your panties.
You look down to see Jungkook between your legs, which is enough to get you to moan. His hands slowly make his way under your ass, to lift you lightly. His teeth catch the waistband of your panties and slowly pull them down your legs.Â
Slowly, and agonizingly.Â
You take deep breaths. âYouâre so fucking hot ___, look at you wet like the ocean with just me on my knees, you love it so muchâ
âFuck yeah, I do, I like seeing you worshipping me, why musnât I?â you reply.
âWorshipping? That's quite holy for the heathenistic acts Iâm about to inflict upon you my loveâ
And you moan at his nickname for you. Your hands slowly sneak up on your pussy, trying to find some relief, but he grabs your hand and keeps it on the table with his above it.Â
He kisses your inner thighs, steadily making his way up your lips. "How much longer are you gonna tease?â you snap.
âAs long as it takes for you to beg for me doll. Youâre quite dirty for a nickname that innocent aren't you? Such a good girl act, then show me how good you are ___â
You bite your lip and contemplate. âFuck Jungkook, please stop teasingâ âIs that the best you can do overachiever? Iâm astonishedâ
You sigh in frustration, and your cheeks turn redder as you say your next words. âPlease sir, show me pleasure by sucking on pussy, please sirâ
âFuckk you're such a slut aren't you babe, a goddamn whore in disguiseâ he whispers, low, but loud enough for you to hear.Â
Your pussy becomes wetter, and then you feel his tongue, licking a stripe right over your lips. His arms circle around your thighs to keep your twitching body in place, as his tongue fondles the fold of your pussy.
 And finally, his tongue presses harshly against your clit, due to which you let out a high pitched moan that you tried to hide. You look down to see him ravishing your pussy, smirking as he lips suckle on your clit while he alternates between tonguing your labia and making out with your lips.
âJungkook fuck, you suck my pussy so well daddy, fuckâ you moan.
âSuch dirty words from such a cute specimen baby, scream harderâ he says as he sucks harder on your pussy, while he releases your legs to play with your breasts. One hand rolls your nipples, while his other goes down to palm his growing cock through his cargo pants.
âWatch me ruin you doll, don't close your eyes, and watch me worship this pussy babyâ he moans against your crotch.
Feeling his hands against your breath, feasting your eyes on Jungkookâs lips ravishing your pussy and watching him jerk off simultaneously brings you to reeling, cumming into his mouth.Â
He licks you clean, and then he stands. He kisses you again, deep and slow. âYouâre a vision,â he says between kisses, âYouâre everything I've every fucking dreamt of babyâ and you smile against his lips.
âThis is a really bad place for me to be butt naked Jungkookâ you say. âRight, letâs go back to my dormâ he suggests, and you quite like that idea.Â
He helps you put on your clothes, grabs your bag for you, and both of you make your way out 102, tumbling into Jungkookâs dorm.
Fifteen minutes later, when Mrs. Yi, enter 102, to a room full of students missing both you and Jungkook's, her eyebrows go up in curiosity. âDoes anyone know where Jungkook and ____ are?â She questions a room full of students who don't have a clue.
Jungkooks dorm is empty when you enter. He slams you against the door as soon as he closes it behind you . your hands rise to tug his hair, holding his neck as he kisses you intensely. His hands that were once at your hips go down to lift you against the door, holding your thighs for support.Â
âHold meâ he whispers, and before you realize, he lifts you off the door, and carries you to his room . however his lips never leave your neck, kissing and sucking on hickies that will definitely show the next day.Â
Jungkook throws you onto the bed and crawls over you. You tackle him, trying to push him over to straddle him. âIâm not so weak my loveâ he chuckles as he grabs your hands, interlacing them and pinning them above your head. He kisses down your neck slowly and latches his lips onto your nipples over your thin tank like he owns you.
âI might be small daddy but not so lazyâ you say smirking. You break free from his grips and lift his shirt off, rushing to unbutton his cargo pants. When he kicks them off, your eyes drop to his cock, his cock unrelentless since your little drama in 102.
âLet me take care of youâ you whisper into his ear, and so he looks back in pleasure as he feels your nails trace his body, also playing with his nipples, your lips sucking on them with the same intensity as he did yours. Your fingers trace down his abdomen, getting rid of his Calvin Klein boxers in a rush.
His cock was beautiful and girthy, his tip pink and leaking for you already, with veins dancing all over it. Your mouth salivates, wanting to have him in your mouth.
âIâm going down on youâ you state, knowing heâll be up for it. âWait what, oh my goââ his voice breaks, as he feels your lip around his tip, sucking his leaking juices.
Your moans vibrate around his dick, giving him insurmountable pleasure, Jungkook growls, dripping with lust. He looks down at you going down on his cock, a beauty, an angel so divine he thinks. âYouâre beautiful with my cock in your mouth ___â he groans.
You think the sounds he makes is nothing short of what one would watch in a porn video. It encourages you, your hands rubbing the parts of his cock your mouth can't reach, you release his cock to suck and lick his balls, something Jungkook didn't expect heâd love so much.
He whimpers.
He hisses at the overstimulation once you take his length back into your warm mouth. âBaby, Iâm cummingââ he warns before releasing into your mouth. You swallow , and smile.
And you think the look in his eyes at the moment greatly surpasses what one would call love. âLet me fuck you into heaven where you belong babyâ Jungkook speaks like a porn star, you think.
You let him manhandle your body. He flips you onto your back and spreads your legs, he makes his way between your neck and holds his cock in his hands. He flinches at his over-stimulated cock, but he holds it and slides it against your mound.Â
You both moan simultaneously as his cock slides, collecting your wetness again which had happened while you were sucking him off. He slowly slips his tip into you and you groan at the intrusion. âPlease tell me if I hurt you ____â he says sweetly.
You smile, âIâm a big girl Jungkook, stop teasing and fuck me like the man you are, put those swimming classes to use pleaseâ you taunt. âGod, you manage to get on my nerves so well ___â âAll talkâ you say again.
His head falls back, in a lot more lust, he thinks this banter made this entire act much more sexier than it was just a few seconds. In a second he thrusts his entire cock inside you, âyou talk way too fucking much, is this the only way to shut you up huh?â he groans into your ear.
You breathe heavily, heat entering you while his cock makes you feel full . He begins thrust harder into your pussy, the bed creaking, your hands clenching at the sheets, your thighs around his neck and you look for some type of support as his dick enters you repeatedly. You feel his hands moving against yours, your fingers entwining, as he grunts into your ears, fucking you so well. He lifts his head slightly looking at your face contorting in pleasure. He smirks and slams into you at a speed you didn't think was possible.
âFuck Jungkook!â you scream. âWhat no Daddy?â he teases. âFuck you Daddy â you say in anger.Â
Maybe banter during sex is all that is really needed.
â____, my love Iâm close againâ he breathes. âMe tooâ you admit and within a few moments, you both cum together. Undone. Years of tension undone in a single orgasm.
Sweat covers your face as you breathe. Jungkook smirks at your tired out state. His cock in your with his cum and your mixed together. âIâm clean by the way, I've had sex once and that was in high school" he admits.
You smile at him, âYeah my first time was in high school too, and Iâm on the pill so don't worry about itâ you say.
You both stay in each others arms for a while, kissing and making out, groping each other, and fucking twice more. You both then decide unanimously that you must have shower, where he fucks you against the wall once more.
With his dick pistoning you while water falls from above, you whisper against his lips during your make out, âwe really need to talkâ and with his cock lodged deep inside you, he pauses. âI agree, but you should know, I'm the only one youâre ever fucking again babeâ he says.
And you would love nothing more than that.
After your shower, you fall back into the clean sheets that Jungkook had freshly changed. Naked and under the duvet, he traces your cheeks. He assumed youâd be tired, but you showed no signs of sleep any time soon.
âWhyâd you call me labubu Jungkook?â you ask the question that has been weighing on you. âBecause youâre the cutest monster Iâve ever seen,â he spills. Your face scrunches in fake anger. âThat's meanâ you say with a pout.
âYou see that's exactly, what I mean, youâre not weird in the slightest, nor are you unlike other girls. I love your love for pink, you know? I think it's really sweet and special. And Labubu, I don't know. I've seen that doll many times, and I think it's a buried treasure you know? I mean I remember it becoming a thing back in the day, but I hate that everyone makes it so special now, like as if it wasn't a wonderful thing back then too you know? I think no one appreciates how special you are until later. Youâre a diamond in the rough loveâ he explains.
And you smile. You think that the pink labubu doll will be back in your bed once you go back to your room.
You looked up at Jungkook and you thought to yourself, that once when Chaewon asked you if you'd ever date him, you said âneverâ very confidently.
But now, even forever doesn't seem like enough time to be with him.
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Never to Forever | Jungkook | 1
A Jeon Jungkook Twoshot.
âĄSummary | Rivals logically, but lovers illogically. Jungkook and you never gave the other a second, with snarky comments and sharp retorts, but when things spiral out of control, will the banter return?
⥠ Pairing | Jungkook x reader
⥠Genre | rivals!au, angst, slow burn, comedy, fluff
⥠Tropes | e2l, academic rivals, (more to come)
⥠Rating & Warnings | 18+/mature; (not in this part, but will add later)
⥠Word count | Pt. 1 : 5.5k Pt. 2: ?
âĄStatus: Completed
Pt. 1 | Pt.2
Life was never easy for you. Everyday was a struggle and everyday brought new experiences. You were never special. Or so you thought. For the majority of your environment, everyone felt distant towards you. Maybe it was because you fixated on the color pink too much, or had really random hobbies like bead making.Â
Girls made fun of you for being too girly while boys made fun of you for not being enough of a girl, obviously inferring your very competitive nature in academics. It never was the case for a long time actually. You never paid much heed to it at all until one day you saw this really pretty flower, and wanted to know the name of the flower, and down you went into the rabbit hole of botany.
Standing strong, you look at the sign in front of you.
Orientation Program: Botany & Zoology, 102. Professor Yi Bora, Lecturer, Yonsei University.
You make a beeline for the middle row, not wanting to be seen as a teacher's pet but just enough distance from where you could focus well. Opening your books and esteemed pink pen that you always make sure to have a ton of back home, you begin making columns and partitions for effective note taking. Of course you could lag from the very first day and orientation wouldn't be a thing if there wasn't something to take away from it.
And that's when you feel it. Something quite familiar to a cold coffee making it all down your head with ice cubes sneaking into your pristine and ironed white shirt, picked to make an impression.Â
Well , this is one way to make an impression.
Vexed, you look up to a pair of doe eyes, in shock but his lips fly slightly upwards, stifling a laugh, trying very hard to apologize. But he just can't seem to do so. Because he's too preoccupied looking at your pinkly embellished stature.
âPink everywhereâ is what he first thought. And poor Jungkook, he really tried to contain himself, but you looked far too cute, your pink bow now stained to a mix of light brown, your white shirt that looks like a milkshake machine encounter that went wrong. And your very displeased furrowed eyebrows and your stink eye and your lips opening to shout a slew of angry words right at him.
âAre you fucking blind? You have the literal eyes of Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni and you choose to dunk your coffee all over me?! What, have you no brains? You absolute psycho, how the fuck will you ever dissect a frog with those clumsy hands of yours!â and it continues so on, for about 10 minutes, and now Jungkook, who is quite irritated with you albeit he has no right to be, finally snaps, unable to take your insults anymore.
âOh my god, zip your tiny mouth you little crap, and if my eyes are like the colossal squid then you look no less than a pink sea pig. Fuck you are literally so loud! Haven't you ever heard of an accident?Â
âIf it was an accident, I assume you would have apologized by now!â
âOh yeah, I don't have to apologize to you, because I just made your shitty outfit into something with more personality!â
âYou're talking to me about personality with your sleeper cargo pants and oversized white shirt and take that beanie off your head! Or are you too worried people can see your bald spot from OUTER SPACE!â
âOh you think youre so fucking smart dont you?!â
âYes in fact I do, I am smart and that's a fact-â
And now from the front of the class it comes, a loud âQuiet!â to silence yours and Jungkook's argument. Pausing, both heads slowly tilt towards the board, where your very young, but adorned with degrees, professor stands.Â
She slowly makes her way up to your seat, and now it dawns to you, that the previously empty classroom, wasn't so empty now, with a mix of boys and girls silently giggling and pointing at your tattered state, and probably making baseless comments about how you deserved it, while boys immediately took attention this new fellow, who had managed to enrage the professor and a girl in the same instant.
âYour names and college IDâs nowâ she asks. You and Jungkook painfully recites the same to her, knowing you're on her radar now. And not in a good way.Â
20 minutes earlier
âWe are gonna get so many girls, oh my god I'm so excited!â Taehyung shouts like an absolute child. Jungkook rolls his eyes. âYou should be excited kook-ah, you've had a considerable glow up since high school, you'd get the girls if you want toâ. Jungkook replies âWell, yeah, this time I don't care about being the top of the class, I'm all about enjoying these 4 yearsâ, and they make their way down from the top of the class, and so invested in their conversation about getting laid and going to parties, he misses a step, sending his very expensive (not really, but he is a broke college student) cold coffee onto a cute girl trying to mind her business.
And so it begins. The argument, to Mrs. Yi Bora taking your information and filing away for future use, or also read, future subjects to torture in this new cohort of fresh minds and new ideas.Â
Mrs. Yi, sees herself in you, and her husband in Jungkook, but of course that is masked very carefully under a stern expression she paints.
It's been a week since the coffee incident. You had to politely excuse yourself from the orientation you were supposed to pay utmost attention to, and make your way back to the washroom where a kind janitor gave you a shirt from the lost and found.
You managed to make a friend â Chaewon, who you hoped would treasure for the rest of your time at Yonsei. You had come to know, through various sources, that the sweet guy who rained coffee on you went by the name of Jeon Jungkook, also with the exact same major as you, which meant you'll be sharing with equal credits, Mrs. Yiâs class.Â
He apparently had managed to make the swim team with only one round of the audition, the coach impressed by his technique.Â
You figured it couldn't be too difficult to coordinate your hands and legs to flap in the water, you supposed even you could if you tried hard enough.
You managed to become part of the debate team. Of course as that would look the best on your resume for extracurriculars. You knew how it worked, debate, meant negotiating, which all companies looked for.Â
Stacking your pink notebooks in your locker, you hummed to a French song you had recently become obsessed with. âYo Labubu!â you hear someone shout. And then that same someone pulls you back with the handle of your backpack. You turn to face the devils spawn.
Jeon Jungkook .
âHi Labubuâ he says cheekily. You wanted to slap it right off his face. Schrunching your face you report âthe last fucking thing i look like is a Labubu dollâÂ
âWell believe it or not, that's the closest thing you look like, when you get angry, you fume up and your ugly teeth become like the ones the shark has in finding nemo. And you also look like barbie threw up on you, so yes LabubuâÂ
Jeon Jungkook, you realised, had a lot of nerve.Â
He got under your skin far too often, actually just looking at his face, you'd get the urge to kick him in the nuts.
Your chest heaves, your brows come together and your lips form a pout and it's now that Jungkook knows you will go off on him for the second time this week. He makes a mental note to remember this very important set of facial expressions so when he sees it next, heâll know this is exactly when got to you.
Not at all because he finds it cute and it'll probably come back to him somewhere in the day when he feels low.
âYouâre a bastard, you know that!â âyes, yes I doâ âyou're a crap bag. Can you please go dumpster diving and stay there, you need to go back home ""and where's that labubu?â âthe landfillâ and you stomp away in anger, thinking you might have to throw away the pink limited edition labubu doll you have.
You can't stand being compared to it anymore.Â
Taehyung watches, and so does Jimin, Captain of the swim team. Jungkook leisurely makes his way back to them, as if he did not just piss off a girl, whose name he hadn't even bothered to figure out yet. âWhat is your problem with her?â Jimin asks straightforwardly.Â
âIt's fun to annoy her. She looked horrible with my coffee all over her. I went to check if she still had the attitude of Mount Everest."
âI'd be that way too, if someone dunked coffee on me truthfullyâ taehyung states.
âThat's not helpful,â says jungkook. âWell fuck you on behalf of ____â
âWho?âÂ
âYouâre an asshole JungkookâÂ
âI know.â he replies.
You sit in your bed, tracing the outline of the labubu doll, thinking about your clash with Jungkook today. You would never admit that his barbie comment threw you off course for a bit.
You always thought pink suited you and you liked it. There's nothing wrong with liking pink. For fucks sake, theres nothing wrong with being a girl. Yes, you were snarky when it came to him, but all in all, you thought you were fun to be around.Â
You looked around, inspecting your room. Pink curtains, with fairy lights, a pink framed mirror, pink stationary sprawled around. A tulip lamp over the corner, and a pink fan circulating the air.
That's a lot of pink.
Biting your lips, you inspect your nails, well manicured, with pink sanrio all over them. âWow, I do love pinkâ you mumble under your breath.
Pink is pretty, and feminine, the very concept of gender being associated with colors was a big ball of crap. Pink and glitter and love is everything that you embrace. You like pastel, you like beauty, you like its grace and there's not a thing, not a thing, wrong with that.
To change for the better is one thing, but to change for the other is sadder.
Jungkook hops onto his bed with his phone. He thinks about today, your pursed lips, your anger. He chuckles slightly. He thinks about today's assignment, with only 2 days to complete it, he seems to be half way through it. You say youâre smart, but are you really?
He scrolls through instagram and lo and behold, there lies your username.
@ pelagia_xoxo
He clicks on it, and unlike his, it's a private account. Without thinking, he requests.
You get a notification.
@ jungcock_69 has requested to follow you.
Repulsion. You click and there he is in all his glory. Really small swim shorts that barely hide anything.
His hand in his wet hair.
Biting his lips.Â
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âEwâ you think and forget about it.
Unbeknownst to you, the next day when you try to complete your assignment in the library, Chaewon borrows your phone to send herself some of the pictures you took together, and stumbles upon Jungkook's request. And oh boy, you know what she did.
Itâs when Jungkook wipes himself off after a dive in the pool, that this notification comes to him.Â
@pelagia_xoxo has accepted your follow request.
Surprised he opens your instagram, and you stand with a lot of pink and bows in your page, a lot of pink in your bio as well.
He concludes you are pink and pink is you, and nothing can ever separate that. Subconsciously, he finds comfort in the fact that you have managed to make a mere color your personality.
Which is just a tad bit difficult according to him.
âI hope everyone has their assignments ready to submitâ Mrs. Yi begins the class.Â
Both you and Jungkook keep the printed 6 page assignment in your head.
Yours is slightly tinted with important Points highlighted in pink and bullet points in the form of hearts. You quote Theophrastus and delve into the topic straight and simple. Format, polished with clarity and thought.
Jungkookâs pitch white base is written in the form of an essay, not a research paper. His bullet points are with numbers and letters, sometimes with arrows. He quotes Aristotle and forms a story before he concludes, with a painted picture in the form of words.
Starkly different, both of you.Â
And so when Mrs. Yi thinks to herself that she quite likes drama, she finds her loyal subjects to present and question each other.
By now, he definitely knows your name, but he chooses not to use it. âLabubu Theophrastus is lame, and you know thatâ
âAristotle was a misogynist, and stop calling me that!â
âWhat the hell so is Theophrastus?!â
âExperts believe he just had masculine view towards thingsâ
âAre you defending a misogynist?â
âWhat the hell no Jungkook?!â
âEveryone, did you hear that? ____ likes Theophrastus cuz heâs a misogynist!â
âI never said thatâ âYou meant itâ
And for the luck of Mrs Yi, the bell rings.
Chaewon slaps her hand to her head, while Taehyung slaps his hand on the mouth. He knows Jimin is gonna let out a long sigh at this. Tae can't wait for lunch apparently.
Every test, every assignment, every statement was contradicted a million times by the other. They lose their mind over each other masked under the visor or hatred. They like the attention but for Jungkook it was positive attention while for you it turned out to be more destructive than you had thought.
While Jungkook was praised for being academically and athletically gifted for his very thought provoking ideas during class and during practice, he was crowned assistant captain, the very first freshmen to have gotten said position.
However for you, it was the opposite. You were teased for wanting Jungkook's attention and trying different methods to just get a speck of his time apparently. Rumours had it that you liked to dress up because you wanted the attention of said boy.Â
The fact that you maintained a good GPA had no effect on your image.Â
At first you were distraught. You felt that it was back to the same old curse of loneliness.
But everything that happens, more negative and absolutely the wreckage of your life, it may have been a blessing in disguise.
It hurt. The way everyone talked about you.Â
Always the lilo, with the weird dolls. The labubu pink doll, had been yours since 2015 when it first released, and you instantly took a liking to it. So you scraped up enough money to have just one, very pink doll, at your side. And now you realise, that it was never about what labubu looked like. But what it represented.
A monster doll that was so impeccably cute. And hence it looks like a weird mix of worlds. A very aesthetic beautiful part and with its base, a monster.
It was so weird. Too weird to fit into the magical options of pretty plushies.
And now, so popular, everyone wants one, everyone's scrambling to pick them up. But you knew you liked it first.
And Jungkook, had unknowingly weaponized something very familiar and cozy to his advantage.
Labubu, your nickname had been picked up around students, and even different streams. If they saw a pink bow floating around in the air, and they wanted a certain something from you, they'd holler a âLabubuâ at you.
Everything was always a joke wasn't it.
And so one day when you looked at the cute labubu sticker in your locker, that was added much before labubu stuck on, you had painfully scratched over it with an extra glitter pen. You reasoned that you wanted to finish your glitter pens, so you could buy new ones. But the underlying scratches against the sticker, said a different story.
He had successfully made you hate, the one thing that you found comfort in. and you despised that.
The angry conversations had taken a toll on Jungkook. At this point you had verbally hurt him with more things that he could come up with. And the very root of your anger, he observed, had strayed away from why it began. And so absorbed with this new rivalry, that got him tons of girls, and bunch of guys patting his back every time he walked the hallways, he too forgot why and how he hurt you.
He now saw you the same way you first saw him.
And that was sad. Far sadder than anyone who knew what to do.
You see, the world sees what it wants to see. Time waits for no one, and nor did he want to.
By the end of the first year of Yonsei, and the beginning of the second, the juniors now knew you as the rivalry of the batch. From teachers to janitors to volunteers, everyone knew what you had with jungkook. Yet they all turned a blind eye to him. A beauty like you, was cornered.Â
The only one who never left you, was Chaewon who soon understood the detestation you held against Jungkook.Â
The problem with maturity is that it comes with far too much wisdom than what one asks for. Chaewon, cannot make you understand that it was probably an accident, and that it has already gone on for far too long, while Taehyung thinks he's being too crass, and he lost himself amongst the fame of this rivalry, along with his maintained GPA and his position in the swim team.
By now you had finally managed to find a part time job at the university's cafe. Your GPA had come to use, but you were jealous. Since Jungkook didn't need to worry about tuition, his swim team gave him more scholarships from the university than he deserved.
But you failed to understand that he worked tooth and nail for every one of those scholarships.
Both of you failed to understand each others hardships and tried to make the other's life just slightly less convenient.
Like when he snuck a moldy sandwich of two weeks into your locker, saying that a pink monster like you probably ate moldy food.
Or when you filled the pages of Jungkook's copy of the botany textbook,saying he needed gum for the information in the book to stick to his head.
Amongst the drama, amongst the arguments, a certain 4th year student from botany looked at you differently.
In fact, he giggled at your very remarkable comebacks at Jungkook. Like right now,
âI can't believe you filled my bag with your soggy wet clothes!â, you screeched into Jungkooks face.Â
His face was lit up with irritation. He did mess up your bag, but he didn't understand why every time he did so, he liked you screaming at him. But today, he was close to his break point.
âOh right, I did that so I could fill up my duffel with things I need more, like booksâ âDont pretend you even read one word Peter Kauffmann wrote, for fucks sake Jeon Jungkook, you manage to get on my very last nerve!â
âYes, actually I do, I have time to do so because I don't waste my time decorating each page with glitter and hearts, what are you in 6th grade? Huh? Should I get you a bedazzler? Maybe you could make the squirrel's tail bejeweled huh?!â
âWhy do you know so much about bedazzling shit?!â
âWhy the fuck do you judge the shit out of so much _____ ! Can't you just take it as a joke?!â Jungkook says exasperated.
And so, now Jaehyun, said student from 4th year botany student, decides it is time to step in.Â
You were just about to say one more spiteful thing to me, when Jaehyun holds back your frail arms from throwing a punch to jungkook.Â
âWoah there ____, care to hold back?âÂ
âWho the fuck are you?â you snap at this very innocent boy who looks at you with a gentle smile.Â
âIâm no one, and I think we should get something to eat, and figure out who I am, don't you think?â he says cheekily.Â
His very soothing suggestion, bring your breathing down to a stable manner. The crowd that was looking at you both with a lot of happiness for what more is there to university life than drama, some recording you both, parts a way for you and Jaehyun, and Jungkook decides he doesn't like this.
He doesn't like the way Jaehyun smiled at you just now. Like as if you hung the stars for him , but you were the only star worth looking at.
Jungkook concludes that this feeling that weighs on his chest whilst he watches Jaehyun lead you into the cafeteria, is just anger, that subsides with you out of his view.
And while Taehyung comes to his side, to begin to question him again, it is quite surprising that Jungkook pushes Taehyung out of the way, muttering something under his breath, familiar to his schedule. He had a meeting now. Apparently. No, he is not going to take a swim to clear his mind at the moment.
Taehyung is confused but he might have an inkling as to what just happened.
âThanks for buying me this sandwich,I was much more hungry than i thought!â you said cheerfully as you snuggle up with a new friend, Jaehyun, while you catch Chaewon walking towards you. You raise your hand to signal her to come to your table. She slides in beside you. â What just happened out there with Jungkook?â she asks, probably for the 100th time.
And so you explain to both Chaewon and Jaehyun who was more intent on how your lips moved than you explaining how Jungkook filled your bag with his wet swim clothes from his early morning dive, causing all your books to become damp.
âIâll help you dry them off with a hairdryer _____, don't worry!â Jaehyun replies to your rant.
Chaewon doesn't feel odd about Jaehyun, a new person that has wandered into your life, but she knows that Jungkook and you were meant to be, and this was just a hiccup. Yes , the way he slipped his fingers between yours while you yapped, was just a hiccup in a beautiful love story. And so she masks her surprise, and gets to know Jaehyun as well.
Unaware to your table, was another three rows away, with Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook, with Jungkook's eyes scrutinizing the way your beautifully manicured pink sanrio tipped gingers, has made its way into Jaehyunâs.
Taehyung smirks, and Jimin stifles a laugh, and Jungkook decides. He doesn't care about you. He doesn't care about you at all. He doesnt give a fuck who saves you from him. But if he doesn't care at all, then why does he think Jaehyun's face should be banged with the door of a manhole?
The pranks rise, and heated words are far more frequent for some inexplicable reason. And you admit, you did start some, but for some reason, Jungkook who usually laughs it off, pricked you far more than usual with his comments during the arguments, that he also frequently started unlike before.
âMaybe I was throwing the ketchup on one of the million pink dresses you have. Don't you have anything less childish in your closet labubu?â
âShut your stupid mouth labubu, your prickly teeth are coming into view far too oftenâ
âMaybe instead of staring at me with those angry eyes, you could use them to study. How much did you get in your last assignment, 13? Where have your socks gone labubu, why aren't you picking them up?â
And so maybe you thought, Jungkook and his playful pranks were not so playful after all.
It's 3 months to the end of second year, and by now Jungkook has said far too many hurtful things. He hurts you and you hurt him back, there's no middle.
The seniors throw yet another party and Jaehyun begs, and this is not the first time mind you , and you think to yourself, why the fuck not? You've slogged your ass for two years, and all you got back were stink eyes, pranks and hurtful punches to your self esteem. And so you accept.
The dress has been in your closet in the far end. It was too pink. A shade of fuschia with a square neckline, and a corset pattern that lifted your breasts just right, and the skirt hugged every section of your hips and thighs, a slit to give you movement from just above your mid thigh. It was classy, yes, but you had always looked for an opportunity to wear it.
And so with your simple pink crystal choker that your placer around your neck to the very dainty gold hoops you wear. You were pitch perfect. And you assumed that this would make everyone laugh at you way more than usual.Â
But you had lost it in you to care.With Chaewon, who's still salivating over your figure, begging you for the name of the place you got it from, you enter the house. A house of someone whose last name was Wang. You had no idea who that was but you went with the flow.
Jaehyun finds you, and you inadvertently dip into his hold, you smile. You know how Jaehyun looks at you. As far more than a friend. And you feared you'd hurt him already.Â
You liked him just as a friend, and that hurt you more than you realize. You cannot understand the incomprehensible feeling that holds you back from opening up your heart to him.
 And you want to do anything but admit that it's because of the boy at the other end of the room whose eyes follow you. And at this moment, you seem much too invested in each other.
Jungkook thinks you look divine tonight. Not just gorgeous, or beautiful, but like a woman, that he never realized. He frequented Jackson's parties for a long time, but for today he was pleased that he didn't miss this one. For this random Saturday night, you didn't have to write about bluebirds, or didn't have to read nature.talk.com because you were here.
You were here.
Here. Was it for him?
He trashes the thought as fast as it comes to him. And to stop his dick from acting up, he grabs the first girl he finds. He knows he's got you now. For he sees your eyebrows scrunch together, as soon as he gets her in his arms. He hardly pays attention when she introduces herself to him. Seoyeon? What was it again?
And so he tries to get his mind off of you but it is proven to be ineffective, because for some reason, with Jaehyun by your side, your eyes follow his hands, and without knowing what comes over him, they slide slowly below her hips and grips her ass.
You look away in disgust.
Was this who he was? Some fuckboy?Â
You deduce you had never seen him in natural habitat. You try to look away, but your heart feels worser, shutting down further and further and yet you cannot stop looking at jungkook dry fucking seoyeon on this dance floor. You feel like ripping him to shreds.
Chaewon sees this scene, and Jaehyun feels his throat clog up. He thinks he has a chance. He always does. What does Jungkook have anyway? An asshole, who hurts you far too much, and yet you seem captivated by his dirty dance on the floor. And so everyone but you believes that when you look at them, there's hatred. It is to a certain extent.
But there's more. Maybe it's personified with the color of Seoyeonâs tank top.
Jungkook's hand slips under Seoyeonâs green top and heâs just about to make out with her when he catches you in the distance, slowly making your way through the crowd. Away from him. Farther than him. And Jaehyun tags behind.
And instinctively, he follows behind, knowing this might backfire. He has a bad feeling about this. Taehyung has a girl sitting on his lap, but he sees Jungkook speed away, and he knows for some reason that something is going to happen. He knows he needs to stop him. He feels this time it will be something much more destructive.
And everyone moves. Faster, and faster. But it doesn't stop time. And it doesn't stop what will happen.
Because it has to. It is inevitable.
Because this fight , a mix of Jungkook's pugnacious ways and your truculent manner, will end up in anything but good. It has to happen.
âLabubuâ Jungkook calls after you and you pause. You turn to face him. âDressed up far too rich for yourselfâ he comments sickly. Your face falls. You don't know why you expected him to say something, anything good. Jungkook himself doesn't know why he said what said.Â
âYou cannot be saved Jungkook. Every time I think youâll be better, you turn out to be more crass. You embody fire, and anyone within a 20 mile radius of you, will be burntâ
âI turn to fire only around you labubu, care to explain? Wait let me explain, maybe it's because of how atrocious you are ââ
âDont say something you can't take backââ
âOr maybe its how you are so fucking kiddish, like as if you stopped groweing after 9 years old, or maybe how you make my life living hellâ for all you knowââ
âJungkook, stop right nowââ Taehyung tries.
âYou love the attention. Its probably how Jaehyun hyung is behind you, how many times have you fucked him for him to be at your feet like this?â
âIs that what you came to say? Is that all? You came to tell me that I have a friend because I got laid?â you whisper.
Jungkook knows he should stop now. He really should. But heâs been hurt for a while now. You don't respond with the same fire you used to, you made this unfun, it was your fault. You removed the zest from teasing each other. And he says something he should not.
âOf course, you could never have friends by yourself labubu, youâre kinda weird you know that?â
When Jungkook said the same thing before, in the beginning of first year, it didn't hit you as hard as it had just now. You hated each other, sure, but you thought there was rhythm. You thought he couldn't fall deeper, stoop lower.
But he just did.
And for the first time in 2 years, something you never let happen, occurs. A salty teardrop makes it from the tip of your eyes, down your cheek, smudging your eyeliner.
And Jungkook knows he fucked up. You had never cried. He always thought his jabs were stupid. He just called you weird. You'd called him a million things before, but he has no idea why this affected you so much. He didn't mean to, he just wanted it to be the way it was.
He swear he just wants the banter back
He swears he just want the ember backÂ
He swears he just wanted to see you lip tip up one more time when he made a jab.Â
It was never supposed to hurt you. It was never supposed to be so deep. This house was now something he was never going to forget.Â
A house in which he showed you he hated you.
Hi everyone! This is my first Jungkook fanfiction and i hope everyone likes it! its been while since I've written and i hope it is to your taste! with big fanfic writers on tumblr, i find it hard to write with the same number of words as them, but i will try my best! Please let me know if I have made any mistakes and I will correct them immediately! the second part will be in, sometime this week! I hope you all like it!
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