✧ here you’ll find upcoming works I’m writing atm! no deadline :(: and these are just ideas that I will hopefully finish haha ✧ too many ppl have asked for my wips so I finally decided to make a post for them ♡
title: blipped (myg)
pairing: brother’s best friend!yoongi x female reader
genre: angst, fluff, brother’s best friend au, set in the marvel cinematic universe (mcu), implied age gap
At the age of 21, you confessed your feelings to your brother’s best friend, Yoongi, which he rejected. One day later, Thanos snapped, turning fifty percent of the world population to dust, leaving the other half lost, confused, and mourning–including you. Five years later, Bruce Banner snapped everyone back to life, including Yoongi, who doesn’t really know you anymore.
release date: tba
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i was tagged by my loves @parkdatjimin & @nabiolive thank you for tagging me!
i'm working on about three different WIPS right now but i'll go with my demon!jk one, lol. i've been working on this one for a while now, sat in my WIPS for the longest. here’s the moodboard if you’re curious ☺️
“I remember us,” you whispered between a sob. “I—I don’t understand.”
The need to be near each other far surpassed the need to survive — because how was he supposed to live without the one person who made him feel alive the most?
“I don’t know either, my dove,” Jungkook rested his forehead on yours, his thumb grazing your cheekbone. You smiled through your tears at the old pet name.
“How long has it been?” You asked, looking up at him as he wiped your tears.
“I’m not sure, but all I want is to be in your arms right now,” Jungkook professed.
i didn’t want to give too much away but i hope you’ll still find it interesting enough to read the whole thing when it drops ♥️
✗ - This fic is on pause and I don’t know when I will be working on it/posting it.
☾ angst | ❀ fluff | ❥ smut | ヅ crack
LATEST FIC(S):
↳ meraki (posted 08.31.24)
↳ candles & flames: breeze (posted 05.04.25)
↳ colour me in, chapter 13 (posted 06.07.25)
[!] UPCOMING FIC(S):
↳ colour me in, chapter 14 - jungkook x reader ➙ 📝 | ❀ ☾ ❥ ヅ
ღ series
ღ fwb, friends to lovers, college!au for some parts, fake dating!au
↳ the fifth summer - jungkook x reader ➙ 📝 | ❀ ☾ ❥
ღ strangers to lovers, college!au/roommate!au
WIPS:
↳ moonglade - taehyung x reader ➙ ✎ | ❀ ☾ ❥
ღ strangers to lovers, slice of life. possibly two different endings.
↳ heaven to you - yoongi x reader x jungkook ➙ 📝 | (❀) ❥
ღ pwp with a little plot
ღ fwb, friends to lovers, college!au
ON HIATUS:
↳ evermore series ➙ ✗ | ❀ ☾ ❥ ヅ
ღ series; one fic per member
ღ varying tropes, but celebrity!au for every fic
ღ starts with Namjoon’s “If walls could talk”
↳ a heavy burden - taehyung x reader ➙ ✗ | ❀ ☾ ❥
ღ based on “Howl’s Moving Castle”
ღ (enemies)/strangers to lovers, fantasy!au
↳ while you’re here - jungkook x reader ➙ ✗ | ❀ ☾ ❥
ღ based on the last season of “Supernatural”
ღ strangers to friends to lovers, supernatural/fantasy!au
There is no schedule for my fics! The stories on hiatus will be written at some point, they are not fully abandoned. If you have questions or anything you want to say about the WIPs, send me an ask! ღ
your wips all look good, but I'll go with the untitled oneshot/two shot, min yoongi, exes to lovers <3
Context:
My friend and I were having a conversation about the 'honeymoon phase' of a relationship, where things are noticeably blissful and new couples could be caught up in how much they're obsessed with each other and their new relationship. Which can, more often than not, lead to things being overlooked, things that could pose as a problem later on in the relationship.
This story begins with Yoongi getting drunk (lol) and finding his way back to the reader's apartment. She allows him to crash and the morning comes. Whereas Yoongi was still stewing over his feelings, she was trying to move on. Both methods don't seem to work 100% and they find themselves kind of at a loss because they haven't actually talked about what happened to them and what caused the split. So the story follows them from the morning to night with flashbacks interweaved throughout. Hence my dilemma of it either being a one shot or two shot lol
I prefaced the possibility of a 'heart-wrenching twist' because I wanted to explore whether the differences they have can be surmounted by how much they love each other and whether that alone is enough to resume their relationship. So it'll have angst, smut, fluff 😝
Some people might be better off without each other in the end, you know?
But that ending is still under review lol
Extract:
“Hyung, wait, c’mon… let me take you home.”
Jungkook caught Yoongi before he slumped face first onto the table. The structure of the outdoor tent bar bowed and swayed due to the evening breeze while he hefted Yoongi up before he could slide off the stool.
“Jungkook-ah, just leave, I can get home… all… by… myself,” Yoongi mumbled, sniffing periodically.
He then proceeded to shrug the younger man off, crossing his arms tightly around his chest. Jungkook stayed where he was, letting Yoongi’s back rest on him. He reached for another bottle of soju, twisting the cap till the perforated edges snapped off and poured a shot into a paper cup with a steady hand. Tipping his head back, the drink disappeared in seconds.
“Hyung- ”
Yoongi shuddered as the alcohol slid down his throat, burning a hot trail, eventually scorching his stomach all over.
“I don’t know why, I get so mad when I see her but I get furious when I don’t,” he slurred to no one in particular.
The comment may as well have been directed to the person nursing his own drink at a table across. Jungkook sighed. It was the third time Yoongi had said that. He had the tendency to rotate his drunken confessions after passing his point of tolerance. This one had particular bite, coming in fast, every five minutes or so. Jungkook steadied him by his shoulders, ensuring that he had some bearings before sitting right across him once more.
“Jungkook-ah, can you believe that she’s dating someone else now?” Yoongi asked, waving the empty cup in a dramatic arc. Jungkook nodded, curling his lips inwards so that it formed a tight line. Yoongi narrowed his eyes at him, doing the same thing, the apples of his cheeks puffing out more.
“Did you also know that she hasn’t even asked to meet me? I want to ‘catch up,’ because that’s what friends do,” Yoongi added, raising his fingers, making speech mark gestures for emphasis. Jungkook continued to nod, pouring himself a drink. There was no going home for him, not when Yoongi was hell-bent on venting out his frustrations.
“And - and do you think she’s- ” Yoongi continued, hiccuping briefly, his shoulders jerking, “happy?”
Jungkook winced at Yoongi’s tone. It was as if he spat out the word, ‘happy.’ He didn’t have time to give an answer anyway.
“I’m going to her place, right now,” he mumbled, his head lolling as the alcohol buzzed through him.
Jungkook readied himself, in case Yoongi bent too far forward. He watched as he produced his phone from his jacket, his nose a light shade of pink from the cold. He blinked at his screen, tapping the password lethargically while Jungkook stacked the paper cups to be thrown away. Yoongi raised his phone to his ear, flexing his jaw, to bare his teeth. Jungkook gulped, knowing that this was his fifth call. It was late. Yoongi’s eyes looked heavy as they fluttered, his lashes sweeping down then up. After a few more seconds, Jungkook heard your name.
“Hello? It’s Yoongi… yeah, I know it’s late. Can we talk? Can I… can I see you?”
Jungkook averted his gaze. He didn’t like seeing Yoongi like this, he didn’t want to witness him constantly break down every evening, barely lucid at work then, passing out cold during the night.
“Oh, so I’m being selfish? I worked all day too! I’m nearby anyway. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he grumbled, hanging up straight away.
Jungkook chewed his bottom lip, his eyes darting from the phone to the stormy expression on Yoongi’s face. He gets up as Yoongi tries to slide off the stool, the plastic of the table shuddering from his palm being pressed on it for leverage. Jungkook wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s waist and dipped so that Yoongi can hook his arm over his shoulder. They hobbled out of their space, their legs out of sync but moving nonetheless.
Not too far off was a discrete path that let up to several apartment complexes, one of which being yours. Jungkook should have known, but he indulged in Yoongi’s choice of location. They carried on, walking as if attached to the hip, the quiet of the neighbourhood amplifying their grunts as they leaned onto each other for support.
-
The door opens and the first thing you do is gape at the way Jungkook is holding Yoongi up. A sheen of sweat covered his brown, his dark hair matted from the effort of lugging Yoongi all the way to your floor. You remembered that the elevator was down for maintenance. Although, you didn’t think he’d actually come over after his drunken phone call.
Yoongi swayed in place, his arm folded as he leant on the doorframe. Jungkook tried his best to stay upright but Yoongi’s legs kept bowing. You side-stepped immediately, letting Jungkook drag him along the corridor.
“Sorry about this, he was really insistent,” Jungkook said, trying to look over his shoulder as he kept momentum. You shook your head, staying close in case Yoongi suddenly decides to stop walking.
“It’s fine. I’ll kick him out in the morning,” you replied, now walking ahead to clear the couch.
Jungkook made a last effort, heaving Yoongi down till his back hit the leather. You examined him, clad in a bomber jacket, oversized shirt, and skinny jeans, his sneakers half-unlaced. He seemed leaner, swamped underneath all his clothes. You saw that he was still wearing that peace necklace you gifted him. He stirred briefly before going back to sleep, his eyes closed and mouth slightly open.
“I know it’s none of my business, but he’s been like this for weeks,” Jungkook said.
His confession made you uncomfortable. You shifted on your feet, crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook waited for you to reply but nothing was coming to you. Not when Yoongi was back in your apartment, sunk in your couch, his small snores filling the air. It still hurt to look at him. And it hurt even more when he kept trying to assert himself back into your life. He was like this errant strand of flyaway hair that seemed to deviate from your tidy hairline. You glanced at Jungkook, who was fussing over Yoongi, removing his shoes and lining them up at the foot of your couch. You squeezed his shoulder before he rose.
share the most recent sentence(s) you wrote for a WIP then tag your writer friends!! i was tagged by my darlings @7deadlysinsfics and @btsstan12, thank you!
You nod slowly, taking in all of the information. This must be the emergency that Seokjin mentioned in passing. You wonder to yourself about his intentions tonight, spending so much time—publicly—with you, during your debuting season. Is he looking for a wife? Could you be a wife who sits in sewing clubs? Did you want to be?
♥️ i am so sorry that this part is not very...revealing, but this is my Jin mini series i’ve been planning for years; it has pride & prejudice vibes.
"You seem a lot more confident than last time we did this Jungkook."
You could see he was trying to play it cool but his lips were twitching like he was holding back an overly enthusiastic smile.
"That's because this time I know exactly what you're expecting from me."
"And what are we expecting from you?" You turned to question Jimin. "There's no water to splash in this one, how on earth will you get to see my nipples this time?"
He was glowing with sexual energy. His hungry eyes unwavering, knowing you were speaking in dare.
Boldly reaching out he caressed your now pebbled protrusion with his thumb.
"Probably like this. But I'd rather use my tongue."
Thinking maybe this could be a smut series where every member gets their turn?
Read EXPOSED 1 if you're looking for a dirty Jungkook fix.
Guided Meditation
Taehyung Smut
When you just can't shut your brain off, your instructor (Taehyung) guides you through a few "practices" to help you stay focused on the present. 18+ Smut.
