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If it's overwhelming, it's okay to rest, cry big when you hate the world. You can let out a big sigh and yell "This is fucked" because you are human, like everyone else.

MIN YOONGI, SNOOZE

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What?? What vaccination?? Is he Okay??

Apparently that happened in January so I guess he's okay.

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To Fall For You (JJK)

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Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: best friend + roommate au 

Genre: smut, fluff!!!

Word Count: 3,995

Summary: Jeon Jungkook has been your best friend since high school and though you’ve always liked doing something new every summer, you didn’t expect yourself lying under your best friend naked. 

Suddenly there’s nothing more mesmerizing than this moment you’re both stuck in, lost in each other in a way you’ve never been lost before and time seems to stop at a standstill.

SMUT WARNING

In the early mornings of May do you constantly find yourself a mess of lost thoughts and hopeless dreams- of scattered desires and wishful thinking. It is the season to find delight in renewing oneself after all; the spring air turning into a lighter and much warmer summer breeze as you prepare for one of the most joyous seasons of them all. Cherry blossoms litter the horizon from where you walk, and you sport thinner clothes than the ones you normally would wear. You attribute this to the better weather and as the sun shines on the park you wonder what exactly is in store for you this break.

It’s not uncommon for one to find happiness in new things especially during their free time which was why your skills have ranged from painting and art to playing an instrument and even trying out different sports which you continue to practice in your own spare time once the school year begins. You find yourself always wishing to try something that you haven’t done before, and you blame it on your need to wander to where you wonder.

It’s always a lovely feeling to think about your plans for the future even if you don’t necessarily have any concrete ones, simply because the thought of a fresh new beginning seems like a rejuvenating sense of a difference you’d want to have in your life. It’s different for everyone of course, as some people don’t exactly have exact plans but you’ve limited yourself to thinking that there is none, and that you always have the chance to begin something as a challenge to yourself. Not all things turn out perfect, but they turn out as something, and during those moments, that means everything.

It’s an ever-changing lifestyle you live and to others, it’s simply just so hard to start so many things. It’s scary to commit to something even if it’s just for a few months especially when getting better at a skill is not guaranteed. You don’t really understand, but you don’t have to because though there have been many who come and go because they can’t keep up with you, there’s one person who has always been a constant.

Jungkook has been present in your life for longer than anyone else, even coming with you to this college. He never gets used to how spontaneous you are and he doesn’t want to either because he enjoys the thrill he gets around you. Every summer, you somehow manage to get him to accompany you to all sorts of things and shenanigans which lead to you guys only growing a stronger friendship. Jungkook is your favorite person in the world and you are his.

He’s the best friend you’ve ever had.

You learned in freshman year that you can call him up at three o’clock in the morning and he’ll answer your math question the night before the finals since he’s also still reviewing, but in sophomore year you learned that it’s better to review for your exams together. You mostly take the same classes and so you guys are seen together on campus a lot. Even if you weren’t classmates though, you doubt that you would spend much time apart.

Jungkook buys you little presents, always making sure to cheer you up on random days. It comes as a lovely surprise because there’s usually no certain event and he just really likes to spoil you and though you don’t like him spending money on you, you can’t deny that you love receiving things from flowers to bracelets to food on your table during hell week.

With the thought he puts in each gift, it’s difficult for you not to reciprocate. You paint him little messages on watercolor paper and tape it to the front of a pack of his favorite brand of gummy bears to cheer him up, come over with breakfast at his house on lazy Sundays and little trinkets to remind him of you when you aren’t together. Both of you have grown on each other, and you can’t imagine what exactly university would be like without your high school best friend.

You trust each other.

You can tell him all your stories to your deepest, darkest secrets and Jungkook will never judge you. When times get hard and everything is too much for you, he swears that he will be right by your side, and he always is. He never wants to see you hurting because it pains him to know that you’re suffering. He loves you and nobody wants to see their loved one in a state that is so harrowing and so if it means having to share your unhappiness in order for you to find it once again, he will do it a thousand times and more.

You’re the first person to know about anything in Jungkook’s life whether it’s major or minor. You were the first person to find out that he got his Level 4 belt in Taekwondo, the first person he told when he got into the university you both wanted to get into and the first person he approaches when he’s got a story to tell. You know him like the back of your mind.

You can read Jungkook and he can read you. So even if you always do something different, you also know what it’s like to keep something the same. It’s a blessing to have something secure and not be burdened to keep it there and you always thank him for that. He creates whimsical stories with you in the form of abstract creations, always on-the-go, always a moving pair. Nobody can match your pace besides the two of you, because your change is constant.

You finish your walk in the park and arrive at the familiar doorstep of you and Jungkook’s shared flat, kicking your sneakers off and placing them neatly by the entrance. You can already tell by the sounds from the living room that he’s home and glued to another one of his favorite games and you join him, taking a seat in the couch.

“Hey, Y/N! How was your walk?” His deep voice permeates through the various sounds of lasers and guns from the TV. You lean on his shoulder and snuggle closer into him, his scent overwhelming your senses. He always smells clean and fresh and that’s definitely another perk of having him around. He’s very sensitive to scents so he places vanilla candles around the house, lighting them every now and then.

“It was great,” You reply, placing your chin on his shoulder. “You know, spring is finally turning into summer, and I can’t wait!” Jungkook laughs at your excited tone and from experience, he knows that this only means the start of a crazy season. With you, he’s bound to try all sorts of new things because he can’t resist you, especially when you’re asking him out of all people to come with you. You’re a beautiful girl, and he always feels privileged to be your first choice rather than any other person.

Jungkook eventually ditches his round of Overwatch, switching off the TV screen and turning to focus on you instead. He always loves it when you’re around and it’s the same for you. You don’t know why you like him like that- why you like him more than any other person you’ve met before, but you’re yet to find out.

“What do you plan to do this summer?”

You smile and think about the plans you wanted to start on while you were still walking through the park and admiring the change in weather and the effect it started to have on your surroundings. “I was thinking of going on that hiking trail nearby. We’ve lived in this city for two years now, but we’ve never been on it. It’s a perfect thing to do for the two of us since I know you actually like exercising and hey, you get a great view out of it!” He hums in agreement, leaning towards your neck and teasingly blowing air on it. He knows you’ve got a ticklish spot there and so when you shy away from him, he only uses this as an opportunity to place his hands on your waist and start pressing his fingers to your sides, leaving you squirming and a laughing mess.

“Stop,” You manage to say in broken breaths, still uncomposed from his sudden attacks. When he finally stops his movements, he’s directly on top of you and supporting himself with his arms on either side of your head. Your hair is sprawled out in all sorts of directions and you use your fingers to get it out of your face until you notice that he’s still on top of you and that he hasn’t budged an inch.

You look up at him, ready to speak, but you stop yourself from letting out anything when you realize the intensity of his gaze and the proximity between the two of you. You are so near each other that your noses are touching and you’ve never seen him look at you the way he is looking now. It’s like he’s stripping you down of all the walls and layers you’ve built and now he’s staring at your soul in the most raw form there is, and it’s so different that you don’t know how to react around him for the first time ever.

After diverting your eyes from his piercing gaze, you avert your focus to the beautiful features on his face. His chiseled jawline, high cheekbones, his perfectly-shaped nose and his plump lips. Breaths escape from his mouth slowly, and he takes the moment to really take you in. He’s never had the chance to be this close to you, and he will make the most of it while he can.

Suddenly there’s nothing more mesmerizing than this moment you’re both stuck in, lost in each other in a way you’ve never been lost before and time seems to stop at a standstill. You don’t remember when but he nudges your nose with his exhaling slowly before you both close your eyes and he leans closer to you. And with that, an explosion starts somewhere within your veins as his soft lips touch yours- unsure at first, careful to be slow, and then he fully closes the gap.

Jungkook is hesitant, uncertain of how exactly you will react but as the sparks travel through your entire being, you tilt your head to the side and let yourself fall back- fall into him, finally fall for him freely without any more worries at the back of your head. The intensity of the moment is nothing compared to the feelings that burst through when you kiss for the first time, buried emotions finally reaping through and resurfacing for what seems to be the first time in forever.

It’s a breathtaking collision- the mix of you and Jungkook and his hands on your waist and your fingers curling into his shirt, minds taken over only with the thought of each other. You’ve never been kissed like this before, never been kissed just enough to knock the wind out of your lungs. But you don’t need oxygen when he is your air, and you are much too greedy to stop getting a supply.

Plump lips separate from yours earlier than you’d like and both of you breathing heavily, Jungkook gaze unwavering. You continue to memorize his features when his raspy voice pulls you out of a haze you didn’t even realize you were falling into. “Y/N,” He begins.

“Look, I-”

You don’t need to hear it and hell, you don’t want to in fear that he will say something to justify why he had just kissed you when he was your best friend, but you didn’t need an explanation. What you needed was him and as your lips collide once again, you swear you have never been more sure of anything in your life.

When your mouths disconnect, he makes more use of his by trailing down your neck to press teasing and chaste kisses near your collarbone. It’s dizzying, what he’s doing to you and you no longer know if you’re controlling yourself. “Jungkook,” You exhale contentedly and he continues to place light pecks on your shoulder area before moving up to your neck and suddenly sucking on the sensitive skin. Your eyes close involuntarily and you tilt your head to the side, granting him more access.

What he makes you feel is something surreal, something you can’t explain and all you know is that you don’t want him to stop. Though marks will appear and bruises will form, you can’t help but not care because you know that he’s the reason behind them and that makes you feel amazing.  “Your room,” You whisper in broken breaths and he complies, getting up while keeping his lips glued to your skin. He carries you right after, and you can’t wait before you’re pinned under him once again.

Jungkook is more addicting than any drug in the world because he makes you feel like you’re at your peak with only one move or one touch. It should be dangerous to think like this, but it’s the reality of all of the things happening. You fall prey to the vice, letting it take over and there is no better way to describe what you are feeling other than pure lust. When you catch a glimpse of his darkened eyes as he places you on top of his bed, you can see that it’s what he’s feeling too.

All of a sudden you feel like you’re drowning- drowning in him but when his lips connect with yours he also serves a breath of fresh air. He is everything you need and more and the touch of his fingers on your exposed hips leaves a trail of fire in its wake, your body burning up.

“Jungkook…” you whine, tugging on his shirt to get him to remove the cloth. He complies and when it’s off, you barely get the chance to drink him in before he lifts up your own and helps you take it off. His mouth moves towards the upper part of your breast which is exposed and he sucks on several spots, marking you with bruises only to soothe them by running his tongue along the skin, wetting the patch.

Soft knuckles brush against your side, running along your torso before he reaches to your back to unclasp your bra. His fingers move to your shoulders to slide the strips of the undergarment down your arms. He takes them off slowly, savouring the skin that he touches, the aftermath of his fingertips leaving the heat in cheeks and your core growing as he drinks you in.

Jungkook’s lips move to your ear and touch against your earlobe, warm breath on your collarbone. “God, you’re gorgeous…”

His raspy voice reminds you of how real all of this is and how you so desperately crave more of him. You can only feel his skin and hear his voice and everything is long gone from your thoughts. You lock your lips with his own once again to engage in a passionate, heated kiss and your fingers skim over his chest before ending at the top of his sweatpants. You untangle the loop and push both the grey fabric and his boxers down, letting his member out.

A profanity escapes the boy’s mouth as you hold his length and run your thumb across the tip. He is losing control gradually- melting under your touch and falling prey to your skin. Jungkook moans for the first time, muffled by nothing now, and warmth gushes straight between your legs. By now, you’re soaking in your shorts and you’re positive that the wetness has seeped through your panties.

He lets his head fall forward as he closes his eyes, your hand running up and down his hard cock. Sweat beads on his forehead as you continue to do this and he fails to resist the urge to buck his hips into your hand. He bites his lip and you take the closeness as a chance to observe how he reacts and how his teeth digs into his lower lip hard.

“Stop- wait,” He manages to speak even through all that’s happening and your hand stops moving as you look up at him with worried eyes. “Did I do something?”

His eyes widen and he immediately responds. “No baby, god, you’re perfect-” He stops, exhaling. “It’s just that I know you’re a virgin and I need to know if you want this, okay?” His concerned gaze meets your eyes to scan for any sort of hesitation but he finds none of this. “I do, I want you.” You reply as you lift your hands to tangle your fingers in his brown hair and your faces are so close that your noses are touching and you’re getting intoxicated with the thought of his lips meeting yours again.

“Let me help you out first,” He offers before sinking down to where your shorts are buttoned and he pulls the denim down your legs. He touches the cloth covering your clit directly and taps the pad of his two fingers before chuckling lightly, teasing you about how wet you are. You only squirm in response, eager for him to touch you and he complies, pushing your panties down.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more time, sliding a finger in between your folds to collect your juices and then rubbing it over your entrance, lubricating the hole. He rubs on your clit with his thumb before quickly replacing it with his tongue and you close your thighs together on instinct only for you to be stopped with both of his strong hands on each one of them, pushing them apart.

His tongue licks up your slit before puckering kisses on the inside of your thighs, enough to drive you more needy by the time he tells you to keep your legs apart. You nod in desperation for him to continue and his fingers come back to meet your core which has gained even more moisture. Jungkook slides his middle finger inside slowly, stretching your inside for the first time that night. “Oh fuck,” You murmur, closing your eyes at the intrusion.

He pulls his digit back out and pushes it back in a few times, your walls still tight around his finger. When he feels you’re good enough to take more than that, he slides his pointer finger as well with his middle finger and thrusts, curling his fingers up once they’re fully inside. “Shit, Jungkook-” You breathe out, reaching down to pull at the strands of his hair lightly.

Jungkook feels himself harden more at your voice calling out his name and he continues to move- continues to pump his digits into your tight warmth before suddenly plunging a third finger in, his ring finger this time. This automatically earns him a gasp from you and you tug harder slightly from surprise but then relax instantaneously as you feel him continue to pleasure you.

“Jungkook, I’m close…” Your voice is weak as it trails off towards the end, and though you wish for your sweet release, you’d like it more if he’d stop using his fingers and let you cum around him instead. You don’t need to verbalize this want as he presses on your clit once more, tasting your arousal with his tongue before telling you how sweet you taste.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have you,” He mutters, momentarily getting off of you to get a condom from the nightstand. He gets the packet and rips it open before taking the rubber and sliding it down his shaft. Jungkook waste no time in regaining his position above you and leaning his weight on his forearms which trap your head in between.

His forehead presses against yours before he whispers another question regarding your certainty about what’s happening to which you reply that you are sure of your decision, eventually telling him to make love to you already. He kisses your lips softly at first, treading on how precious this moment is for you but then the lust overtakes both of you and his tip is aligned with your entrance, slowly penetrating through your walls.

Jungkook grunts into the kiss, the deep noise reverberating from his throat and he bites on your lower lips to ask for access. Your tongues clash immediately once you open your mouth and you’re distracting from the uncomfortable sting between your legs as he takes your virginity with every inch of himself he pushes in you. Your thighs are quivering slightly by the time halfway of him is inside and the kiss breaks apart momentarily and you swear you can hear him say “you’re so tight,” before you clash into him once again.

His tongue runs over yours as his hips stutter slightly. It’s a mix of sweat and bated breaths and wet noises when he pushes the last of himself in you and he is buried to the hilt. Your mouths disconnect and Jungkook musters up all the self-control he has in him to wait for you to say if it’s comfortable enough for him to move. Your body is unaccustomed to the bigger intrusion and though it’s a different feeling, you find the pain slowly dissipating and you tell him it’s alright and that he can move.

Jungkook leaves only the tip of his length inside before moving back in slowly, and with a few thrusts your toes curl and your head falls back even more as your back arches to meet his chest. “Faster,” you command, breaths irregular and gaze unsteady as he obeys hips snapping back at an increasing pace. He begins to pound into you harder with the speed as well and you can’t explain the feeling- it’s simply just pure ecstasy and you feel like no other drug can be as addicting as him.

Jungkook grunts from effort and some strands of his hair stick to his forehead as he continues to ram his hips into you, rolling and fucking you to get both of you to the climax. He holds your right hand with his left one, pressing it to the side of your head.

It’s so strong. Your peak hits you all so suddenly and your mind blanks out as you repeat his name in moans like it’s the only word you’ve ever know. Jungkook watches you fall into pleasure, and the sound of your voice chanting his name is too mind blowing and with a few more hard thrusts into your tight walls, he spills his seed into the condom and rides out both of your highs.

Jungkook kisses you once more- this time slowly, and no trace of lust present. It’s not just want that you experience for him, it’s need. The rawness of the kiss drives you insane and you wonder why it took you this long before you were finally able to know what it was like to have his plump lips kiss yours. The wait was worth it.

As Jungkook falls down on the bed beside you after disposing of the condom and wiping your warmth with tissues from the night stand beside him, he turns to face you and though your eyes are closed, you can feel the intensity of his gaze. You smile and he knows he’s been caught and a content sigh escapes you.

To him, he knows that this is a start to a new summer. He also knows that though this isn’t the first exhilarating thing he has ever done with you, it surely is the most remarkable one and it’s his favorite.

Because nothing will ever compare to what it feels like to fall for you.

hey! whats up! i randomly wrote this hope u guys like it tell me ur thoughts hahaha + okay i really needed to put that first gif bc asdhfkdfkd jungkook roommate vibes

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The Truth pt.1 (Male version)

Request for this scenario:

there is this song called “the truth” by bei maejor and I was wondering if you could write a smut scenerio using that song where Jungkook steals you frm rapmon?

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Male)

Genre: Smut

“Please understand” Namjoon begged. His fingers wrapped around your wrist as his eyes melted, pleading with you.

“Understand what? That you’re putting your ex-girlfriend above me?” you asked. Namjoon sighed and the thought of slapping him crossed your mind.

“____-”

“Your current boyfriend? You’re ditching your future for your past?” you said, talking over him. He just stared at you, his eyes still attempting to beg you. Why had he been so stupid lately? Were you speaking a language that he couldn’t understand?

“I’m not ditching you, okay? I can’t stand the idea of having her hate me. We used to be best friends, ___. I love you and you know that” he replied, sliding his grip down to hold your hand. Your eyes looked down at his hand and you raised an eyebrow.

“If you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be acting like such a dick to me. I don’t care if you work on your relationship with her but it’s not okay that I have to watch your foreplay-”

“Foreplay? What are you talking about?” Namjoon questioned, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“What am I talking about? You haven’t noticed the way she touches you? I’m surprised she hasn’t dropped to her knees yet-”

“Okay, ___. That’s enough” he cut in, voice a bit escalated. He was yelling at you now? You gave him a look and he groaned before starting up his usual apology. You snatched away from him and he stood up, trying to get you to come back to him.

The door opened and she emerged from the darkest pit in hell. “Namjoon are you really going to miss your own birthday party?” she asked, eyes slowly moving from your face to his.

“-are you really going to miss your birthday party” you mumbled, mocking her little voice as you walked out of the room. You heard Namjoon calling your name but you just kept walking. You needed a drink. You needed a walk. You needed your boyfriend to quit acting like a clueless dumbass.

“___!”

You turned around and watched as Yoongi walked to meet you.

“You know, usually, when you scream someone’s name you’re jogging to catch up with them” you criticized.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. You and I both know that I am not going to run just to get you” he responded.

“Truly the greatest best friend in the world” you said sarcastically. Yoongi smiled in his drunken state and smacked your shoulder. His arm draped over your shoulder as he walked with you to the open bar. He sat with you before frowning, using his Jedi-Yoongi tricks to read your mind. He ordered a few drinks and passed them all to you.

“What did he do now?”

Before you could answer, a loud roar of applause started up and you both turned your heads toward the door. Namjoon walked into the room with his dimples flashing and the she-witch glued to his arm.

“Ahhh, Medusa again?” he asked, stealing one of your drinks.

“Cruella” you responded.

“Ursula-”

“…Jafar?” he struggled. You laughed and he smiled.

“I couldn’t think of anymore evil chicks” he explained. You just shook your head and downed a couple of the drinks. Your eyes cut back to the two of them and you felt your jaw flex, your teeth pressing together. You turned back to your drinks and quickly drunk the rest before taking Yoongi’s.

“Maybe you should try not being an alcoholic..?” Yoongi said, watching you.

You ignored him, asking for another drink. Who was he to judge? He’d been drinking too.

“I think it hurts more that it’s a girl because I literally can’t do the things that she can do for him” you vented. Yoongi frowned in confusion and you sighed.

“We don’t have the same parts?” you tried again. You could see that he still wasn’t getting it.

“A vagina. I do not have a vagina. I am vagina-less” you said, spelling it out for him.

“Well, she can’t give him what you can. SHE DOESN’T HAVE A PENIS. SHE IS PENIS-LESS” he shouted. You clapped your hand over his mouth and smiled to the people who’d began to stare. He mumbled something against your hand before licking your palm, forcing you to snatch your hand away.

“Seriously?” you asked, wiping your hand on him.

His glazed eyes were a sign that you’d clearly underestimated how much alcohol he’d had. He was officially beyond his limit and you needed to get him home.

“Let’s go” you sighed, standing to help him up. Yoongi allowed you to help him through the crowd, his smile thoroughly worked into his face. Namjoon saw the two of you leaving and he hurried toward the door.

“Is he okay?” he asked.

“He’s fine. Carry on with your party” you replied, not even glancing at him.

Ursula, being Namjoon’s shadow, moved to his side and asked the same question.

“He said that I’m fine, you dick-less homewrecker” Yoongi said. You held in your laugh as you continued out of the room.

Yoongi shuffled his feet along, making it a little easier to help him out of the building.

“You’re an idol. Why don’t you guys have your driver with you at all times?” you complained. Yoongi slapped his hand to your face and you slapped him back. He laughed and put his finger to your lip, telling you to ‘shhh’.

Yoongi tripped and you were barely able to catch him in time. He laughed as he went down and laughed even harder as soon as you caught him.

“You need to get me home before I die out here” he smiled. You just shook your head and continued down the street with your arm around him. As you approached the building, Yoongi had gone from laughing uncontrollably to singing at the top of his lungs. You tried to quiet him down but he was just too far gone to listen.

Eventually, despite his disruptive behavior, you were able to get him into the elevator and up to their floor. You posted him up by the door and knocked, praying that one of the boys were home.

“I’m going on the floor, ___” Yoongi said.

“What?”

“Floor time” he answered, letting his body slide down to the floor. You narrowed your eyes and groaned. This was the worst version of Drunk Yoongi. He was quickly slipping into the ‘too drunk to stay awake’ version of himself.

“Yoongi, please don’t get on the floor-”

“I’m on the floor. I’m going to sleep on the floor” he said, curling up on the floor. You knocked again and thanked the heavens when Jungkook opened the door.

“Yoongi, let’s go. Get up” you said after shooting Jungkook a look. He just groaned and you rolled your eyes before grabbing him by the arms. You started dragging him in while Jungkook held the door open for you. After you’d cleared the door, Jungkook grabbed Yoongi’s legs and helped you carry him to his bed.

“He really went hard tonight, huh?” Jungkook asked as soon as you put Yoongi down.

“I was a bit distracted all night. I couldn’t really monitor his alcohol intake” you said, stretching your arms. Jungkook followed you out of the bedroom, closing Yoongi’s door on the way out. He walked with you to the living room and sat on the couch. He flipped through a few channels and you absentmindedly stared at the screen.

“Decided to ditch the party?” you asked after a while.

“I had a headache and my throat is killing me” he explained without much emotion.

“So… you didn’t really want to go” you smiled, looking over at him.

“Basically” he grinned, landing on a channel.

Your mind began travelling, wondering what everyone else was doing at the party. Honestly, you were only wondering what Namjoon was doing at the party. Was he still letting that parasite touch him? For a second, your mind was blank and you just stared straight ahead.

“Can I ask you a question, Jungkook?” you asked, eyes glued to the TV. He turned his head to look at you and you swallowed hard.

“Would you ditch your partner to be friends with your ex?” you asked.

“Namjoon is doing that to you?” he asked, his eyebrows rising in disbelief. You just stared at him, this obviously being hard to talk about.  With you staying quiet, Jungkook took it upon himself to continue the conversation.

“Does it hurt more because she’s a gir- ” Jungkook asked after a while. You looked down at your fingers before clearing your throat.

“I really don’t want-”

“-to talk about it? Yeah, sorry” Jungkook said, ending the conversation. You sat in a few more minutes of silence, feeling Jungkook’s eyes on you every couple of seconds. You could tell that he wanted to say something but he was very hesitant.

“Hyung, really cares for you. I know that you probably don’t want to hear that but it’s true” he offered. Jungkook scratched his head, unsure of what to say. This comforting thing was getting weirder by the minute. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to compliment you or something?

“I mean, it’s not like he would actually ditch you… he isn’t completely crazy. You know? You’re attractive and everyone seems to like you so…” Jungkook said. You smiled at how awkward he was and just said ‘thank you’.

“It’s true. You’ve got…it” he said.

“It?”

Jungkook nodded and you’d never felt more confused. What did that mean? What is ‘it’?

“What does that mean exactly?” you asked with a laugh. Jungkook laughed with you and turned the volume on the TV down. He turned his body toward you and tilted his head to the side.

“Are you really going to laugh at me? I’m trying to make you feel better!” he complained.

“Ah, right. Sorry, continue” you said, trying to control your laughter.

“Thank you. You have, I don’t know. You’re very smart and you don’t let people walk all over you. You’re actually kind of hot when you think about it” he rambled, his hand movements just as confusing as his words. Your smile grew and you just couldn’t hold in the second batch of laughter. To make matters worse, your head felt like it was swimming. More likely than not, it was thanks to those shots you were pounding down earlier.  

“I’m never going to compliment you again” he smiled.

“I’m trying but these are some of the strangest compliments I’ve ever gotten. I’m only hot when you think about it?” you asked. Jungkook shrugged.

“I don’t know what you want from me. You have a nice…shape to you? Your lips are…your lips are pretty sexy actually” he said, looking down at your lips and then jumping back to your eyes.

“Thanks” you said, shaking your head.

“Would you? Treat your boyfriend like that?” you asked again. Jungkook shook his head almost instantly.

“I’m a bit territorial so, the way I see it, when I commit to someone and they commit to me: that’s it. No one else matters but me and that person” he spoke honestly.

“Territorial, huh?” you asked. He nodded and you thought over the word, flipping it around in your mind.

“For example, if it were me instead of Namjoon, Jess wouldn’t be here. Especially if you didn’t like her. You’re most important as I should be to you” he said, eyes peering into yours. For a few seconds, you couldn’t look away, being drawn into his stare.  

It suddenly became quiet and Jungkook mentally screamed at himself, breaking the eye contact. Sensing the tension in the room, you decided to change the subject.

“It does” you said out of nowhere. Jungkook looked at you expectantly, scratching the back of his hand.

“Hurt because she’s a girl, I mean. I am his first relationship with a guy so it’s always been a worry of mine” you opened up. Jungkook mistook your glazing, reddening eyes as a sign of you crying and slid closer to you. He hugged his arms around you and you welcomed it. You’re ears felt as if they were on fire and suddenly the only thing you were registering was the warmth of his body and his scent. The longer the hug went on, the warmer you felt. Jungkook began to wonder if he’d been hugging you for too long. He began to pull away, hoping that you weren’t thinking that he was a complete weirdo.

He had to be careful with you. He was slowly reaching that line between right and wrong. Comforting you was perfectly fine. Hugging you was perfectly fine. That long, extended hug that gave him enough time to inhale your scent…that was a little too much. Jungkook had always found you attractive but you were his friend’s boyfriend. He’d always made it a point to keep his distance.

Noticing his own silence, Jungkook cleared his throat and looked down at his hands.

“He cares about you though; a lot” he said, not having anything appropriate to say. Somehow, even though he’d said that earlier, his words made your eyes sting. If Namjoon cared as much as everyone believed, then why was he acting like this? You’d invested a full year into this relationship and now it seemed to be crumbling before your eyes in a matter of weeks. Trying not to drag attention to your fresh tears, you slowly moved to wipe your eyes. Unfortunately, Jungkook seemed to have some sort of distress monitor and he looked at you just as you swiped away a tear.

“____, don’t- don’t cry, please?” Jungkook almost begged.

His plea only forced more tears out of you and you sighed, apologizing.

“Don’t say sorry. I just- I’m not really good at this comforting thing” he spewed out. Based on the eccentricity of his earlier compliments, you had already guessed that. You tried to pull yourself together but it was proving harder than expected.

Jungkook went back to the only thing he knew how to do and hugged his arms around you. Another apology spilled out of your mouth and you pulled away from his embrace to wipe your face.

“I shouldn’t be torturing you like this. There’s just a lot going on tonight” you said. In addition to the stress, that alcohol was slowly but surely kicking in.

“No, no, I want to help” he responded. You thanked him, your eyes strangely being attracted to his lips. They were so pink. How were they so perfectly shaped? Perfectly shaped and pink?

Jungkook noticed you looking and the alarms began going off in his head as his heart began beating faster. He could tell where this was going and he knew that he needed to back away.

‘Don’t kiss Namjoon’s boyfriend. Don’t kiss him. Don’t kiss him’ Jungkook repeated in his head.

“You’re welcome” Jungkook breathed, unable to control his head from bending down. Without much thought, you met him halfway, pressing your lips to his. After the initial connection between your lips, Jungkook sighed against you. This was wrong and he knew it. There was that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that wouldn’t stop reminding him.

You wrapped your tongue around his and he had to stop himself from moaning. You sexily sucked on his tongue and it was at that point that a silent ‘fuck it’ reigned over his thoughts. He put his hand to the side of your neck, pulling you closer against him. As it went on, the kiss became sloppy and much more urgent.

You could feel yourself hardening with every second that passed. A light moan sounded from inside of you, making his dick throb. Your hand slid over his chest and down to the waistband of his sweatpants. Little by little, all of your worries about Namjoon and his bitchy ex-girlfriend were thrown out of the window. The only thing you could focus on was Jungkook’s pants and the way his teeth nipped at your bottom lip. You rubbed his bulge over his sweatpants and he bit down on your lip harder. His teeth tugged at your lip and he moaned. As you rubbed him with a bit more force, Jungkook could feel his ears burning and his heart beating out of his chest. His lips faltered and he leaned against the arm of the couch, his mouth falling open. You leaned over and kissed the skin just below the cute mole on his neck. Your hand snaked under the waistband of his pants and you firmly gripped his dick in your hand.

With one squeeze, you were able to get a deep moan from Jungkook.

“___, we should stop” he moaned again, eyes sliding shut as you slowly pumped him. Even though you knew he was right, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Between the look on his face and the sounds that he made, it was becoming too addicting.

Your hand pumped him faster as your teeth sunk into his neck. Any thoughts of stopping flew from his mind in that instant. He humped along with your hand, his teeth clenching as he grew closer to his release.

“I-I’m going to cum” he groaned. You moaned in his ear and kissed his neck once more.

“Do it. Cum in my hand” you said into his ear.

“Ungh, fuck-”

His chest was sinking and rising rapidly as he panted, his eyes squeezed shut. Within seconds he was exploding into your hand, a bit of his seed spilling into his sweatpants.

Jungkook sank even deeper into the couch, exhausted. You pulled your hand from his pants and ran your tongue over his juices. Jungkook’s lips parted as the image burned a hole into his memory. Looking into his eyes, you sucked your fingers into your mouth as he sat there transfixed.

“____!” Yoongi yelled from his room. His voice caused both of you to jump, reality beginning to set in. Jungkook immediately fixed his clothes and you quickly scampered to the bathroom to wash your hands off.

“____!” Yoongi called again. You went to his room next to see what was wrong with him.

“Water” he complained once you came into view.

“That’s all you wanted?” you asked, annoyed. He’d been screaming like he was dying.

“Please?” he asked, eyes begging.

Just as you walked out of the room, you ran into Jungkook. He held a bottle of water out to you and you smiled awkwardly, reminded of your stubborn erection.

“Please, just keep this between us” he asked.

“Of course, but you owe me” you smiled, taking the bottle. Jungkook smiled with you, your eyes connecting again.

“Of course” he responded. Yoongi complained about his water again and once again, snapped you back to reality. Jungkook watched as you turned around with the most conflicted feelings he’d ever experienced. There was the obvious problem that you were taken by one of his close friends. The other part of it was that he felt strangely drawn to you and that was obviously wrong.

Turning around, Jungkook could feel the guilt of what he’d done with every step that he took.

A/N: How was it? ...I feel wayyy nervous, lmao. Em, to all of you boyxboy readers/ fans, let me know if I fucked up or screwed this up royally or...idk. It’s just the first part but maybe you can sense that this is going to be good or bad? Idk, just let me know!

Part 2

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Majo

Majo, despite her name, has mastered both magic and spiritual energy. Even back when the Blackened Land was still living, she was one of very few who had done so. She spent most of her time as a hermit, and was away traveling when the country met its untimely demise.

Normally those with her power and strength were delegated to royal positions of the court, but she was far from liked. Even the people back then warned against mixing magic and spiritual energy. The legend is that this playing with natural elements like a god is what led to the land’s destruction. They saw her research as heretic and cursed. They were only happy to watch her distance herself away from them.

For all of the research she had done, Majo knew that she would never be able to confirm her hypotheses or theories; she sought knowledge, but never at the hands of cruelty or unknown consequences. Any necessary experiments, she performed on herself. This changed when she came across A.

She was forced to thrust a corrupted crystallized knife (of K’s) into A’s body; she was even supervised. When the supervisor left early, satisfied with the results and needing to tend to the emergencies of the camp, she knew A wouldn’t last long. She wound up imbuing A with spiritual energy, pure and neutral energy from the camp (the same that created F) so as to combat the corrupted energy that was rapidly spreading through A’s body. A’s hair turning silver was never part of the plan, but as the spiritual energy settled into A’s body, so did her hair change.

Years later, when she found a weakened M, she hesitated to do the same. To introduce spiritual energy into a body without any was often lethal. Perhaps luckily, M’s hands were scarred and tainted by the corrupted fire that raged throughout her village. It was both the source of her illness, as well as what ultimately led to the cure. Majo imbued Mage with just enough spiritual energy to combat the raging corrupted spiritual energy within, a few strands of her hair turning nearly white. Majo didn’t even realize it until months later, for Mage’s light blonde hair mostly obscured the difference.

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Fragments of a Memory

She looked so peaceful under the covers, only her head and her gloved hand sticking out. It was hard to believe that just moments earlier we had been engaged in a battle for our lives. More than just us. Perhaps the lives of many others, as well. Then again, she always had a peaceful aura around her.

For as much as she loved to talk about destiny, she was always thrust in the midst of trouble. What came out of believing in such a hurtful destiny? Always having to fight? She didn’t deserve to.

I couldn’t understand. I could never understand.

She groaned and shifted in bed, rolling over onto her back. I gently brushed her bangs from her eyes. Her eyes twitched, her brow furrowed in her sleep. She was probably lying on her hair. I carefully lifted her head and softly brushed out her light blonde hair from underneath. The strands of hair caught sunlight, the color far brighter than imagined.

Or was it...

Upon closer look, a few strands of her hair weren’t so much bright from reflecting the light, than actually near-white, almost...

Almost silver.

I stepped back, frowning. Idly twirling a strand of my own silver hair, I realized it would make sense. She had never given any indication as such. She must not have known.

I turned around and exited the room, closing the door behind me. It was too bright in that room. How apropos that she would be the sunlight, while I preferred the shadows.