The love prognosis by awrkive (91k, completed)
For as long as you can remember, you've always been a hopeless romantic. the girl who’s always dreamt of cheesy encounters with her soulmate, grand love declarations, and a cute little beach wedding to boot. but reality pretty much slaps you hard right on the face, because love, unfortunately, doesn’t come grand — it’s simple and it’s quiet, but it is quite painful, especially when the love that you’ve been seeking for all your adult life has just been right under your nose all this time.
Rattled by gukslut (69k, completed)
TEMPORARY FRAGMENTS by inthelow (+200k, completed)
When you meet Jungkook— an older man who is amazing in bed, you thought it would be a simple arrangement of casual sex. Except things start getting serious and before you know he’s asking you on dates and introducing you to his daughter… Of course, he doesn’t know that you’re bad with kids and never wanted one of your own— well, at least it was just something temporary… right?.
GET HIM BACK! by inthelow (Series, completed)
After a hard breakup with who, you thought, would be the one, the only thing in your mind was a sad playlist of Taylor Swift songs and red wine. But, what happens when your neighbour— who is done of hearing you cry at 2 am every day — puts the idea in your head of getting your ex back? but with a good and sweet revenge… of course everything will be easier if you didn’t have any feelings for your ex and if your neighbour wasn’t a superstar idol who doesn’t have a problem at pretending to be your boyfriend to piss off that ex— who also happens to be his ex best friend— What a mess, right?
When Love Arrives by DelusionTillIDie (180k, completed) (ao3)
You're quite literally stepping on toes after being invited to the Grammys as part of Halsey's PR team.
Sugar Fairy by foxymoxy (229k, completed) (ao3)
Bunny Hybrid Jungkook is at that age… he needs a mate, and it's making life miserable for everyone in the family. The obvious solution is to bring home a girl. The obvious problem is that while it's love at first site for Pippa when he walks into the adoption tent, Jungkook is far more into the sexy cat to her right. Will there ever be peace in the family again?
In Motion by dailydoseofdia (176k, completed) (ao3)
The rule is simple - you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times but it was only when a certain boy arrives at one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside
Little Bean by foxymoxy (541k, completed) (ao3)
Nothing has been normal for Jungkook since he moved to Seoul to become a trainee as a boy, and yet noticing a beautiful girl in a coffee shop is the most normal thing a young man can do. Asking her out, super normal. Falling in love, totally normal. Everything about Sasha makes him feel normal and important, and yet nothing can ever be truly normal when your relationship has to be secret.
Flux by foxymoxy (712k, completed) (ao3)
Tour has ended but life only moves faster as Jungkook prepares for another album and Sasha gets exciting new career opportunities she just can’t say no to. What seems so pure and strong on summer vacation struggles under the onslaught of external pressures, internal demons, and missed connections. How can they ever find stability together when both their lives are so full of churn? And if the currents do tear them apart, how will they find their way back to each other?
My Matryoshka by foxymoxy (226k, ongoing) (ao3)
Jungkook and Sasha are grateful for the newfound stability of their relationship as careers seize the spotlight. Sasha has a thesis to focus on in a hostile academia environment. Jungkook is eager to share his maturing identity with the fans, the world, and his hyungs. But with so much looming change, it’s easy to feel like the golden days have already passed. Can they be enough for each other through it all? And really, who could have predicted what one little full sleeve tattoo would cause?
You were raised behind locked doors, hidden from a world that was never supposed to know your name. But secrets have a way of finding the wrong people, and when Jeon Jungkook does, your freedom comes with a ring... and a war.
Pairing : mafia! JK x f.reader
Genre : mafia au, political marriage, secret heir, syndicate, dark romance, secrets, drama, angst, eventual smut, dark themes, drugs, underworld syndicate.
Taglist : @nayutalvr @jungkookgoodlookin
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The morning sun filtered through the massive arched windows of the Jeon estate, casting long shadows across the polished hallways. It was a new day, but the suffocating weight of the house hadn't changed.
You had spent the early hours wandering the east wing, feeling less like a wife and more like a ghost haunting a golden cage. The estate was vast, containing everything from grand ballrooms to Jungkook's private office wing, allowing him to handle work from home.
Just as you neared the heavy, carved doors of his office, the sound of a sharp voice made you freeze in your tracks.
Madam Jeon was inside.
"A paper marriage is absolute stupidity, Jungkook!" the old woman's voice rang out, sharp and dripping with aristocratic pride. "You are the sole heir to the Jeon empire. Every family in the syndicate, every politician we hold in our pockets, is watching your next move. You cannot simply sign a contract in the dark and call it a day."
Through the slightly ajar double doors, you could see the silhouette of Jungkook’s grandmother standing before his massive desk, her ornate cane resting firmly against the floor.
"If you are going to tie our name to that girl, you will at least host a grand wedding," she commanded, her tone unyielding. "Introduce her properly to high society. Let the world see the strength of the Jeon lineage. A quiet, hidden alliance looks like a weakness. It looks like you are hiding her."
You held your breath, your heart hammering violently against your ribs. Your fingers curled tightly into the fabric of your dress as you stood frozen in the hallway, waiting for his response. Part of you—the foolish, desperate part that had felt the warmth of his hands grounding you through a panic attack—hoped he would say something, anything, to defend the bond he had forced upon you.
Instead, a chilling, indifferent silence filled the room.
Jungkook sat behind his desk, perfectly composed in a dark silk shirt, his posture relaxed but commanding. He didn't even look up from the tablet he was reviewing.
"I married her for her shares, grandmother," Jungkook replied. His voice was entirely devoid of emotion, dropping into a cold, transactional baritone that made the blood run dry in your veins. "I have the Jung assets now. I have the council seat. I don't care about a grand marriage, and I don't care about a public circus."
He tapped the screen, his pitch-black eyes completely unreadable as he finally glanced at the older woman. "She serves her purpose on paper. That is all I require and all she wants is freedom. nothing more."
The words felt like a physical blow to your chest. The fragile warmth you had begun to feel for him crumbled instantly into sharp, agonizing pieces. He hadn't changed. He wasn't a savior. He was a cold-blooded businessman who had simply acquired a new piece of property.
Step by step, you silently backed away from the door, the grandeur of the estate suddenly feeling like a tomb. Turning on your heel, you hurried back down the corridor, trying to outrun the cold, sharp truth echoing in your mind.
Your breath hitched as you sprinted blindly down the unfamiliar corridors, the tears finally spilling over your lashes. You didn't care where you were going; you just needed to escape the suffocating weight of Jungkook’s words.
You pushed open a heavy, dark-paneled door at the end of a secluded hallway and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind you.
The room was bathed in a dim, amber twilight, smelling heavily of aged oak, rich tobacco, and expensive leather. It was a private lounge, designed in an exquisite, old-money style with plush velvet armchairs, antique lamps, and a massive mahogany bar stretching across one side of the room. Rows of crystal decanters gleamed under the soft lighting, filled with amber and dark crimson liquids.
Your chest heaved as you leaned against the bar counter. Your eyes locked onto an open bottle of dark amber liquor sitting on a silver tray.
You had never tasted alcohol in your life. Your father had kept you in a pristine, controlled environment, free from any vices. But right now, the pain and anger twisting in your gut was unbearable. You wanted to numb it. You wanted to wash away the sound of his chilling voice.
"Miserable, arrogant, cold-hearted monster," you choked out, your voice trembling with raw hurt as you grabbed a crystal glass and poured the amber liquid into it. "A paper wife? Just for shares? I hate you. I absolute hate you, Jeon Jungkook."
With a surge of reckless anger, you lifted the glass to your lips and took an urgent gulp.
The reaction was instant. The liquid felt like fire, scorching a brutal path down your throat. Since you had never had alcohol before, your lungs violently rejected the burn. You gasped, your eyes watering as you broke into a harsh, uncontrollable fit of coughing, dropping the glass onto the counter.
"Oh, oh, easy there."
A smooth, deep voice drifted from the shadowed corner of the room.
You flinched violently, your heart leaping into your throat. The sudden shock made you choke on your own breath, sending you into an even worse coughing fit. You clutched your chest, spinning around to face the source of the voice, your eyes wide with terror.
Emerging from the dim shadows of a high-backed leather armchair was Taehyung.
He held a half-empty glass in his hand, a look of amused surprise softening his handsome features. He had been sitting there in the quiet dark long before you stormed in.
As your coughing slowly subsided into ragged gasps, the horrifying realization crashed down on you. The room had been dead silent before you started screaming.
He had heard everything. Every sob, every curse, and every single word you had spat about his boss.
Taehyung set his glass down on a small side table and walked over to the bar, his movements slow and non-threatening. He picked up a clean glass, filled it with ice and a splash of cold water, and gently slid it across the counter toward you.
"Drink this first," he said softly, a faint, reassuring smile on his lips. "You're supposed to sip it, princess. Not down it like a pirate."
Your cheeks burned with a deep, humiliating blush. You took the water, taking small gulps until the fire in your throat finally faded to a dull, warm hum. You kept your eyes glued to the polished wood of the bar, too embarrassed to meet his gaze.
"You... you heard all of that?" you whispered, your voice small and hoarse.
Taehyung leaned his elbow on the bar counter, looking at you with an expression that wasn't judgmental at all. In fact, it looked a lot like sympathy. "Every word. Loud and clear."
"Are you going to tell him?" You looked up, fear instantly flashing in your eyes. "Will you tell Jungkook?"
Taehyung let out a soft, low chuckle, shaking his head. "And miss out on seeing him completely clueless? Absolutely not. Besides, what happens in the lounge stays in the lounge." He reached for the bottle of amber liquor you had just tried. "If you're going to curse the most dangerous man in the city, you might as well do it with the right drink."
He grabbed a fresh glass, poured a measured amount of a lighter, sweeter liqueur, and mixed it with a bit of ginger ale and ice. He pushed it toward you. "Try this. It's sweeter. It won't burn as much."
Hesitantly, you took a tiny sip. It tasted like sweet vanilla and spice, bubbles dancing on your tongue. It was actually good.
"Thank you," you murmured, taking another sip. The warmth began to spread from your stomach to your limbs, loosening the tight, painful knot of anxiety that had been coiling in your chest all morning.
"Don't take his words to heart too much, Y/N," Taehyung said quietly, swirling his own drink. "Jungkook... he doesn't know how to be human. He was raised to be a weapon. When he talks to his grandmother, he speaks in the only language she understands—business, power, and wealth."
"But it's the truth," you said, a bitter tear escaping your eye as you finished the sweet drink. The alcohol was already starting to hit your empty stomach, making your head feel wonderfully light. "He just wanted the Jung empire and i...just asked him for freedom in return."
"Is that what you think?" Taehyung murmured, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, though he didn't elaborate. Instead, seeing your empty glass, he raised an eyebrow. "Another one?"
"Yes," you said defiantly, setting the glass down with a little more force than intended. "Make it stronger. I want to forget his stupid name."
Taehyung laughed, delighted by your sudden spark of rebellion. Over the next hour, the dark, old-money lounge became your sanctuary. Taehyung was an easy listener, nodding along and offering gentle, humorous commentary as you grew progressively louder and more uninhibited.
By the third drink, the world was spinning in a pleasant, hazy blur.
"And another thing!" you giggled, slurring your words slightly as you pointed a finger in the air, leaning heavily against Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung didn't pull away, simply smiling as he watched the alcohol completely take over your senses. "He... he thinks he's so scary with his little charcoal suits and his angry eyes. 'Don't flinch, princess,'" you mimicked, lowering your voice to a terrible, raspy impression of Jungkook, before bursting into a fit of laughter. "He's just an arrogant, pretty-faced jerk!"
"An arrogant, pretty-faced jerk?" Taehyung echoed, his eyes widening slightly as his gaze drifted toward the heavy oak doors of the lounge.
"Yes! A giant, territorial monster!" you cheerily agreed, completely oblivious to the sudden drop in the room's temperature. You lifted your glass to take another big gulp, your vision so blurry you could barely see straight. "I'm going to rip up that marriage paper and throw it in his—"
"Taehyung."
A voice, deeper and darker than the abyss, sliced through the amber warmth of the room.
You froze, the glass stopping inches from your lips. Slowing turning your head, your cross-eyed, thoroughly drunk gaze landed on the doorway.
Jungkook was standing there. His charcoal jacket was gone, his black silk shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and his hands were shoved deep into his trouser pockets. His jaw was clenched so tightly a vein pulsated in his neck, and his pitch-black eyes were fixed directly on your hand, which was currently draped haphazardly over Taehyung’s arm.
You blinked heavily, squinting at the towering silhouette in the doorway.
"Oh look," you giggled, your voice slurring softly as you patted Taehyung’s arm. "Speak of the devil and the devil... shows up without his coat."
Taehyung immediately cleared his throat, setting his glass down with practiced ease. The playful amusement vanished from his eyes, replaced by the caution of a man who knew exactly how dangerous Jeon Jungkook could be. Jungkook’s eyes hadn't left your hand where it rested on Taehyung's sleeve. The muscle in his jaw twitched violently.
"I think that's my cue to leave," Taehyung said smoothly, beginning to stand up.
"Nooo," you whined, your hands instantly grabbing the fabric of Taehyung's shirt to pull him back down. Your head lolled back against the leather cushion. "Don't go. You're nice. The pretty-faced monster over there is mean. Stay and have another drink."
Jungkook’s eyes darkened by a dangerous fraction, a low, possessive growl practically vibrating in his chest. Nice? She was calling Taehyung nice?
"Taehyung. Out," Jungkook commanded, his voice dropping into a flat, lethal register.
"Right away, boss," Taehyung muttered. With a sympathetic but panicked look at you, he expertly pried your clumsy, drunken fingers off his shirt, gave a quick bow, and practically vanished through the heavy oak doors, shutting them firmly behind him.
"Traitors, all of them," you huffed, crossing your arms poutingly and glaring at the empty space before turning your cross-eyed gaze to Jungkook.
Jungkook closed the distance between you in three long, predatory strides. He stood right over your chair, a dizzying aura of expensive cologne, tobacco, and pure, suffocating dominance washing over you. He reached down, taking the crystal glass from your loose grip and setting it far out of your reach.
"What do you think you're doing, Y/N?" he demanded, though the sharp edge of his voice cracked slightly when he saw the bright, rosy flush covering your cheeks and the glossy, completely unfocused look in your eyes.
"Drinking!" you announced proudly, booping his chest with a single, uncoordinated finger. "Because I am a paper wife who serves her purpose, Master Jeon!"
Jungkook froze, his eyes widening slightly as the realization hit him. She heard. The icy, calculation in his mind completely shattered, replaced by a sudden, foreign prickle of panic. He looked at you—completely defenseless, rambling, and thoroughly intoxicated in a house where his grandmother was likely patrolling the corridors.
"You're drunk," Jungkook muttered, his voice losing its harsh edge, replaced by a rare trace of genuine stress. He bent down, grabbing you by the waist to lift you up. "We need to get you upstairs. Right now. If my grandmother sees you like this—"
"I don't care about your grandmother!" you yelled happily, throwing your arms around his neck as he lifted you. The sudden movement made the world spin, and you buried your face directly into the crook of his warm neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, you smell like expensive lies."
Jungkook let out a ragged breath, his hands tightening around your waist to keep you steady as your legs turned to pure jelly. He began walking toward the private exit of the lounge, but you were making it incredibly difficult.
"Jungkook," you mumbled against his skin, your lips brushing his collarbone, making him stiffen completely.
"What?" he growled softly, trying to keep his composure as he carried you down the back stairs.
"You have very pretty eyes for a monster," you giggled, pulling back just enough to frame his face with your warm, clumsy hands. You squished his cheeks together, forcing his lips into a pout. "Why do you have to be so mean? Huh? Why can't you just buy the country and buy me some ice cream instead of talking about shares?"
A faint, completely helpless smirk tugged at the corner of Jungkook’s lips despite himself. He easily endured you squishing his face, his dark eyes melting into something incredibly soft as he looked down at your utterly ridiculous, beautiful form.
"Ice cream?" he murmured, his voice a low, amused rumble as he kicked open your bedroom door and carefully laid you down onto the soft, plush mattress.
"Yes," you complained, instantly rolling onto your back and staring up at the ceiling, your arms flailing slightly. "But you're a businessman. You only like papers. I'm going to eat all your important papers."
Jungkook stood over the bed, looking down at you with a mixture of disbelief, anxiety, and a sudden, fierce wave of possessiveness that completely blindsided him. He reached down, gently pulling the heavy comforter over your shivering body, his fingers lingering against your flushed, warm cheek.
"Sleep it off, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice incredibly gentle as he leaned down, his forehead resting against yours for a brief, quiet second. "Tomorrow, I'll buy you the whole damn ice cream factory. Just don't let my grandmother hear you calling me a pretty-faced jerk again.”
You caught the lapel of his black silk shirt just as he began to pull away. Your grip was clumsy, fueled by the reckless, uncoordinated strength of the alcohol, but it was enough to catch him completely off guard.
With a low gasp, Jungkook lost his footing. He threw his forearm down against the mattress right next to your head to stop his full weight from crushing you, his body instantly pinning yours against the plush sheets.
The world seemed to stop spinning.
The space between your faces vanished, leaving mere inches between you. Your breath, sweet with the scent of vanilla liqueur, fanned softly across his lips. You were completely flushed, your cheeks a radiant, burning rose, and your dark eyes were wide, glossy, and beautifully unfocused.
For the first time since he had dragged you out of that warehouse, Jungkook truly looked at you.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp caught the delicate curve of your jaw, the sweep of your eyelashes, and the sheer, breathtaking vulnerability written across your face. He had claimed you as a shield, an asset, a piece of territory but looking down at you now, the dark, predatory walls around his heart suffered a dangerous, hairline fracture. His chest heaved, his gaze dropping down to your face, completely captivated.
You, however, were entirely oblivious to the internal war raging inside him. Your cross-eyed, hazy gaze slowly drifted down from his eyes, landing directly on his parted, perfectly sculpted lips.
A heavy, dramatic pout settled onto your face.
"We didn't even have a wedding kiss," you complained, your voice slurring into a soft, whiny whisper. You tugged weakly on his shirt again, your lower lip trembling slightly in drunken sorrow. "Everyone gets a wedding kiss. Even the paper ones. It's... it's the rules, Jungkook."
Jungkook’s breath hitched in his throat. His dark eyes darkened to a pitch-black, dangerous shade, his gaze locking hungrily onto your pouty lips.
"Y/N," he growled, his voice dropping into a rough, strained whisper that vibrated against your chest. "You're out of your mind right now. You don't know what you're asking for.”
He didn’t move. He remained suspended over you, his iron muscles rigid as he fought the sudden, violent urge to completely lose control.
The scent of vanilla on your breath was dizzying, clouding the cold, calculated logic he usually relied on to survive.
"I know exactly what I'm asking for," you mumbled stubbornly, your grip on his shirt tightening just a fraction. You blinked up at him, your long lashes fluttering against your rosy, tear-stained cheeks. "You're my husband. The scary, pretty monster husband. You're supposed to kiss the bride."
A low, dangerous chuckle escaped his throat, a sound raw with a tension that made the air in the room turn heavy and electric.
"If I kiss you right now," Jungkook whispered, his face dipping a fraction of an inch closer, his lips almost brushing against yours with every word he spoke, "you won't remember it tomorrow. And I am far too selfish to let you forget my touch."
His gaze burned into yours, dark and possessive, completely stripping away the mask of the businessman. This was the predator, entirely unhinged by the sight of you beneath him. His thumb slowly moved to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling into your hair, tilting your head up just enough to make your breath hitch.
You let out a soft, frustrated whine, your eyes dropping back down to his mouth. "Just a little one. A tiny paper kiss."
"There is nothing paper about me, Y/N," he growled softly, the strain in his voice palpable.
He leaned down until the tips of your noses brushed. The heat radiating between your bodies was suffocating. Jungkook’s eyes locked onto your parted lips, his chest rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths. He wanted to take what you were offering. He wanted to claim your mouth the same way he had claimed your name, to taste the sweet fire running through your veins.
For a terrifying, breathless second, you thought he was going to break. His fingers tightened in your hair, and his lips parted, hovering a mere millimeter away from yours. The tension stretched so thin it felt like a physical wire ready to snap.
Then, with a heavy, guttural groan, Jungkook pulled back just enough to break the spell. He shifted his weight, his forehead dropping against the crook of your shoulder as he let out a long, shuddering breath against your warm skin.
"Sleep," he commanded, his voice a raspy, gravelly whisper against your neck, his large hand resting firmly over your erratic heart. "Before I forget that you're drunk, and I take everything you're offering me.”
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You groaned, burying your face deeper into the plush pillows as the bright morning sunlight pierced through the curtains, making your eyes sting. Your throat felt like sandpaper, and your limbs were heavy, aching with sluggish fatigue.
What on earth did I do yesterday? you thought, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to piece the fragments of your memory together.
A soft, polite knock at the bedroom door cut through the throbbing in your head.
"Madam?" a maid’s timid voice called out. "May we enter? Master Jeon ordered us to bring you breakfast."
"Come in," you croaked, your voice sounding incredibly small and hoarse.
Two maids walked in quietly, carrying a silver tray. The rich, savory aroma of a warm beef-and-radish hangover soup immediately filled the air, alongside a tall glass of ice water and a small white pill.
"Master Jeon specified that you must finish the soup and take the pain medication before noon," the head maid explained, setting the tray carefully onto the bedside table. "He mentioned you would be experiencing a severe headache today."
Hangover soup. Master Jeon ordered it.
The word hangover echoed in your mind. And then, like a sudden, violent dam breaking, the memories of the previous night came rushing back in a devastating, crystal-clear flood.
Your breath caught in your throat. You gasped, your eyes widening in horror as the images flashed behind your eyelids.
Oh my god.
You remembered finding the lounge. You remembered cursing Jungkook’s name at the top of your lungs. You remembered drinking, sitting with Taehyung, and mimicking Jungkook’s terrifying voice right to his right-hand man.
But worst of all—the absolute most mortifying part—was what happened in this very bed.
You remembered squishing Jungkook’s cheeks. You remembered calling him a pretty-faced monster. And you vividly, agonizingly remembered pulling him down by his shirt, pinning him over you, and whining like a toddler because you hadn't received a wedding kiss. You could still feel the phantom heat of his lips hovering millimeters from yours, his rough, dark promise echoing in your ears,
"Before I forget that you're drunk, and I take everything you're offering me."
Blush rushed from the tips of your toes all the way to your face. You buried your face in your hands, wanting the floor to open up and swallow you whole.
"Madam? Are you alright?" the maid asked, startled by your sudden distress.
"I'm fine! I'm fine, you can leave, thank you!" you panicked, practically shooing them out of the room.
The moment the maids left, you threw the covers off, ignored the agonizing throb in your head, and scrambled across the room. With trembling hands, you grabbed the heavy brass lock of the bedroom door and turned it until a sharp click signalled it was securely fastened.
You leaned your back against the locked door, sliding down to the floor as you clutched your knees to your chest.
How were you supposed to face him? How were you supposed to look the most feared mafia boss in the country in the eye after squishing his face and begging him to kiss you? You had completely stripped away your own dignity, and worse, you had let him see the terrifying truth, that even though he was a monster, you were entirely, helplessly drawn to him.
Suddenly, the deep, heavy thud of footsteps echoed from the hallway outside, stopping right in front of your door.
The brass doorknob jiggled. Once. Twice.
When it didn't open, a heavy, suffocating silence filled the space outside. Then came a low, raspy baritone voice that made your heart completely stop.
"Y/N," Jungkook murmured through the wood, his tone dripping with a smug, deeply amused undertone. "Open the door."
You remained frozen on the floor, pressing your back firmly against the wood as if your own weight could stop the door from opening. Your heart hammered so violently it felt like it would burst from your ribs.
"I'm—I'm not decent!" you lied desperately, your voice cracking slightly. "I'm changing, Jungkook! Go away!"
A low, smooth chuckle vibrated through the heavy wood. "Princess, you have exactly ten seconds to turn that lock yourself."
You didn't move. You couldn't.
Exactly ten seconds later, a metallic jingle echoed from the other side. A cold dread washed over you. Of course. He was the master of this estate; every lock in this fortress answered to him. A heavy brass key slid into the keyhole, turning with a smooth click.
The door pushed inward, forcing you to scramble backward on the carpet as Jungkook stepped into the room.
He looked infuriatingly handsome, dressed in a crisp white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing the dark, intricate ink tracing his skin. He looked entirely rested, completely unbothered, and utterly dominant.
Trapped on the floor, you looked up at him and offered a small, painfully awkward, stupid smile.
Jungkook closed the door behind him with a soft thud, locking it right back up. He didn't say a word at first. He just stood there, towering over you, his pitch-black eyes dancing with a dangerous, smug amusement that made your ears burn with shame.
"So," he began, his voice a low, teasing purr as he took a slow step toward you. "The paper wife is finally awake. Tell me, how does the head feel? Did you enjoy your vanilla liqueur?"
"I don't remember anything," you squeaked, quickly scrambling to your feet and backing away until the edge of the vanity table pressed against your lower back. "I had a headache, and I don't remember a single thing from last night."
"Is that so?" Jungkook smirked, closing the distance between you until he completely cornered you against the vanity. He leaned in close, trapping you between his broad shoulders, his breath warm against your cheek. "Then let me refresh your memory. You had a lot of complaints about the rules of our marriage. And if I recall correctly..."
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his voice dropped into a rough, intoxicating whisper. "...you were practically begging me for a wedding kiss. If you wanted my attention in bed, princess, you could have just asked. You didn't need to get drunk to get me where you wanted me."
Your breath hitched, your face exploding into a fiery crimson blush.
Before you could even protest, his large, warm hand slipped beneath the hem of your oversized t-shirt. The contrast of his heat against your bare skin made you shudder. His long fingers slowly, deliberately caressed the sensitive skin of your bare stomach, his palm smoothing upward in a slow, agonizingly possessive trail.
You let out a sharp gasp, your hands flying up to press against his broad chest as you instinctively tried to step back, but there was nowhere to go. "J-Jungkook, stop—"
The playful amusement vanished from his face in a split second, replaced by the dark, icy intensity of the predator you had seen in the boardroom. His hand stopped its caress, tightening firmly against your waist to hold you perfectly still against him. His dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with a sudden, suffocating seriousness.
"And one more thing," Jungkook murmured, his voice dropping into a low, menacing register that made a shiver run down your spine. "Stay away from Taehyung. Stay away from my men."
You blinked, startled by the sudden shift. "Taehyung was just being nice to me—"
"I don't care," Jungkook cut you off, his grip on your waist tightening just enough to remind you of his strength. His face was mere inches from yours, his jaw clenched tightly. "You smile at him. You touch his arm. I don't like it. You are a Jeon now, Y/N. You carry my name, and you belong to me. Remember who protects you, and remember your place. I won't warn you about this again.”
You nodded slowly, the heat of his touch turning into a cold numbness inside your chest. Your hands, still pressed against his crisp white shirt, slowly dropped to your sides. The reminder of who he truly was and what you were to him, acted like a splash of ice water, completely washing away the lingering, hazy warmth of the night before.
Seeing your submission, Jungkook slowly withdrew his hand from beneath your shirt. He stepped back, giving you space, but the suffocating aura of his presence remained. He walked over to the armchair near the window, turning his back to the bright morning light as he watched you fix your shirt with trembling fingers.
"Good," he said flatly, the teasing tone from moments ago completely erased, replaced by the detached voice of the businessman who had spoken to his grandmother. "As long as we understand each other."
You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the vanity table to keep your hands from shaking. "Is that all you came here to tell me? To stay away from the only person in this house who doesn't look at me like a corpse?"
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't take the bait. He leaned against the armrest, his expression completely impassive.
"I came to make sure you understood the reality of your situation before you let last night's... indulgence distort it," he said, his baritone voice level and cold. "Let’s be entirely clear about what this is, Y/N. This marriage was a bargain. A transaction."
He pointed a finger toward the locked door. "Out there, your father and the council would have torn you to pieces the moment your family's empire crumbled. I gave you safety. I gave you total immunity from the underworld, and I gave you your freedom from the Jungs. In return, I took your shares and the highest seat in the country."
He stood up, adjusting his cuffs with that same terrifyingly methodical precision you had seen in the boardroom. He walked toward the exit, stopping just a few feet away from you, his shadow falling over your smaller frame.
"You got what you wanted, and I got what I wanted," Jungkook stated, his pitch-black eyes locking onto yours with absolute, unrelenting finality. "Do not confuse my protection for something else. And do not expect anything more from me. We are bound by paper, princess. Keep it that way."
The silence that followed his words was deafening. He didn't wait for your response. Turning on his heel, he unlocked the door and stepped out into the grand, quiet corridor of the estate, leaving you alone in the room with the cold, bitter taste of the truth.
I know, I know, I know I took way too long to post this even though I said I’d upload it last night, but life happened (ahem, work) and I didn’t have the time. But now I’m finally super free and really excited to share the Jungkook fanfics that have stayed with me the most.
P.S. I read a lot of these stories a long time ago, but! I still love them just as much as the first time <3 Also, feel free to tell me in the asks or in the comments which member you’d like to see next (or if you’d prefer a specific trope!).
One-shots:
THE PROPOSAL by @hansolmates
-> Summary: Jeon’s the editor-in-chief for Big Hit Publishings, a closet romantic with a penchant for antagonizing his assistant on the reg. When his work visa is in the process of being renewed and he takes a trip to Norway, his eligibility to stay in America is on the line. However Jeon Jungkook doesn’t go without a fight, and in order to save his job he offers you a proposal you can’t refuse.
-> Review: Have you ever watched The Proposal and wished you could find a fanfic inspired by that movie? Well, you don’t have to keep searching anymore! This is THE The Proposal-inspired fanfic (and don’t lie, I know you thought about it too, we all did). As you can see from the summary, the roles are reversed here, and Jungkook is the boss this time (grrr). It’s obviously not a super faithful adaptation of the movie — it’s an adaptation, not a copy — but it’s incredibly fun, keeps all the elements that make that rom-com one of the greatest ever, and has a super satisfying ending <3
ROCK GOD by @venusjeon
-> Summary: You’ve got one year left to either finish your novitiate and become a nun like your parents always wanted, or leave the order and live a secular life like you’ve always wanted. but the fact that a sister’s flirty nephew is staying in the convent for the summer provides a perfect distraction to such headache.
-> Review: Do you know that empty feeling you get when you finish reading something too good and suddenly have no idea what to do with yourself afterward? So you just sit there staring at your phone screen, trying to process what the hell just happened? That’s exactly how this fic made me feel when I read it two years ago (uff, time really flies). I’m not gonna lie, my relationship with this version of Jungkook is… complicated, but! That doesn’t change the fact that I absolutely adored this fic from beginning to end, and I’d read it all over again just to experience that feeling one more time.
ACCIDENTAL ROOMMATES by @jjkeverlast
-> 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 — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.
-> Review: I have to confess that dilf aus are way too powerful for me, so finding this fic, with a tattooed Jungkook, father of an adorable baby girl, who also happens to be oc’s neighbor? It genuinely felt like striking gold. I really loved the relationship between these two, and obviously the baby as well. Also, the little touch Nam brings to this fic is chef’s kiss. It was brief, but perfect, and it gave me one of my favorite scenes.
Series:
HOT BOT by @httpjeon
-> Summary: Purchasing a Hot Bot wasn’t exactly something you ever really planned on. when you do, however, it sends your life down a path of convoluted government schemes and dark secrets.
-> Review: Okay, so, this series actually includes several members, but I only read Jungkook’s part (it had my favorite plot, and I am weak). It’s only four parts long, and all four of them are wonderful. Android aus are genuinely fascinating to me. I’ve read a few over the years I’ve spent here, and I still remember this one fondly because not only was it the first one I ever found, but I also feel like it does an amazing job showing the android’s evolution and, at the same time, the consequences that can happen if their system gets reset or damaged (I still get anxious thinking about that chapter). Seriously, I’m begging you guys to give this series a chance, it’s really, really good.
FLESH AND BLOOD by @kinktae
-> Summary: You are living in a society that is just now picking up the scraps that the Great Outbreak left behind after the government killed off the majority of the zombies. Still, some remain, and fear still lies within society’s walls. So imagine your surprise when the very thing you’ve been taught to fear ends up saving your life, showing you that maybe two beating hearts aren’t always required when it comes to love.
-> Review: Guys. Guys, this one? This one is PURE GOLD AHHH. So, I’m actually a huge fan of monster romance (sue me!), which means that when I look for apocalypse aus, I’m not looking for survivors, I’m looking for zombies, because why not? And somehow, in the middle of my nearly impossible search, I found this absolute gem right here. Three parts. A Jungkook who slowly starts learning how to be human again. And smut (because I know you all love that ;)). This is one of the very few stories on here that I recommended to friends outside of Tumblr because that’s how much I loved it. It’s the kind of story that leaves this warm feeling in your chest and makes you want to come back and read it all over again someday.
SHATTER WITH ME by @colormepurplex2
-> Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things aren’t always as they seem—happiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.
-> Review: The amount of anxiety this story gave me is honestly not normal. I still remember how uncomfortable I felt every single time Jiyoon showed up or whenever there was a tense moment between Jungkook and OC because, duh, he was a married man. Anyway, I’m completely in love with this story and its characters. I love stories that make me anxious, that make me unable to stop reading, that force me to keep going until I finish the first part because UGHHH I LOVE when authors make me absolutely devour their stories by sheer force of how good they are. And this is definitely one of those stories. You’re going to eat this up in one sitting, trust me.
-> Review: Just like with Hot Bot, this series has side stories for other members too, but Jungkook’s is the main one (also the longest lol) and OH. MY. GOD. AHHHH. I love it, I adore it, it’s one of the very few series where smut is kind of the “main theme” (in the loosest way possible) that I genuinely really enjoy. The whole concept surrounding this universe is fascinating to me. Like, the Club LaRouge?? Absolute genius. The author is a genius, seriously. And the side stories are incredible too (you have no idea how excited I got when I saw they uploaded Jimin’s). You need to read this one, no excuses. Pure art.
THE WIFE TRAP by @wintrbears
-> Summary: There are two boys but only one girl, leaving Jungkook hopelessly in love with someone he can never have, and doesn’t want to have, because that would mean taking you away from the person he loves most. Then suddenly there’s only one boy and one girl, but it’s the wrong one.
-> Review: This space was way too small for me to give you my full review, so here’s the link to the reblog where I talk in depth about this incredible ongoing story.
