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Baby’s First Resurrection

Tags: Nanami x fem!Reader, established marriage, angst, mentions of death, suicide, self mutilation, hurt/eventual comfort, reader discretion is advised.

Synopsis: In which Nanami’s death doesn’t stick.

An: You are all going to pretend that I made Gojo’s sixth eye make sense in this story. You will not ask me questions on how it works. Everyone wanted Nanami to come back after this post, so here it is. The secret third option.

The world moved in bouts of chaos around you, but time stood utterly still. The Shibuya Incident will forever be ingrained into your mind. The atrocities and losses that occurred that night altered the Earth’s path, shifting it on its very axis.

Not only did the Earth shift, your world collapsed entirely. Your husband, your provider and protector, the father of your sweet daughter — gone.

The absolute pinnacle of evil stole the most righteous man and plucked him from the mortal planes. Nanami had always been too good for this world, but you selfishly wanted him back anyway.

Voices were static in the background. Shapes and colors blurred together in your vision. You couldn’t react. How could anyone expect you to after a half of your soul left you?

Your eyes were glossed over from staring straight ahead without blinking. Nothing made sense anymore. You had everything you could ever want right in the palm of your hand, and it was viciously ripped from you without a second thought.

The place around you was filled with life. Jujutsu students and teachers alike took shifts, keeping you company. Perhaps it was a suicide watch, or maybe they just felt the need to try and make up for his death.

It didn’t change the cold sediment that weighed down your lungs.

The sick joke about grief was the guilt that came along with it. Nanami was gone, but you had a daughter to raise. Hana had done nothing to deserve the emotionally distant mother you were slowly becoming.

In the early stages of your pregnancy, you and Nanami would talk for hours about different parenting styles. His palm would gently rub against your stomach as he listened to you pray that you would be better than your own parents.

He always encouraged and praised you to no end — your biggest supporter. He reassured you that you would a fantastic mother. The amount of love you had to give would supersede all else.

He was gone, and it felt like he took all of your love with him.

“Dada.” You flinched like Hana’s word — the only word she knew — stabbed you right in the chest.

Your vision slowly focused, and it was a mental effort to turn your head. Your beautiful blonde daughter was sat on the floor with Yuji. Her chubby fist was in her mouth as she smiled up at her adoptive big brother.

An invisible force squeezed your heart, causing your chest to ache. Even when you didn’t think you could possibly have anymore tears left to give, they streamed down your cheeks anyway.

Mom guilt was a different breed. You should be there for them. You’re the adult, aren’t you? Nanami would’ve been there for them if you had passed.

Why couldn’t it had been you?

“That’s right! That’s Papamin-“

“Dada,” Hana sassily corrected, looking up at Yuji like he was wrong.

“Uh, I knew him first, and we called him Papamin,” Yuji rebutted before he carefully looked in your direction. He was worried for you, but he hoped it didn’t show on his face. No one could get you to eat, drink, or move from the rocking chair that Nanami loved to sit in with his morning coffee.

You met his gaze, and you could immediately see through his facade. Yuji never had a good poker face. He was just a kid. A kid who was worried and lost. A kid who witnessed Nanami’s death with his own eyes.

Did you have any right to grieve when Yuji was there when it happened?

He was being so brave. Nanami would be proud of him, but he’d also give him the space to break down. To be vulnerable. To be a kid.

Your legs felt quaky and unsure as you rose from the rocking chair. Yuji was at your side in an instant, bracing you. “Where are we going?” he asked.

He was never suffocating in his approach. He didn’t try to make you sit down or do anything you didn’t want. He met you where you were at, buckled in along for the healing journey.

“I wanted to sit with Hana,” your voice was uncharacteristically quiet, a bit raspy from not using it, except for when you sobbed and called out for Nanami at night.

“Ten-four,” Yuji said, helping you down to where Hana was playing.

Your daughter had a building block in her hand, and she glanced up at you with a cheeky grin.

This felt unfamiliar, even though you used to spend your days playing and teaching her. She was right there — right in front of you, but she felt like she was miles away.

Your hand hesitantly reached out and brushed against her soft pudgy cheek. She was here, alive and breathing. Your daughter cooed from the touch, waving around the building block with excited flappy arms.

“Thank you… for being here, Yuji. You are one of the strongest kiddos I’ve ever met.. even when you shouldn’t have to be.” Your eyes look up to meet the teenager who had at some point grown taller than you.

Yuji furrowed his eyebrows a bit as he tried to keep his tears at bay. His cellphone was still barely hanging in his hand. Getting down onto his knees, he pulled you and Hana into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t give him a proper death.”

*** *** ***

Loss looked different. Satoru stared at himself in the mirror, and for once in his life, he couldn’t see everything in the space between him and the mirror.

He used to pray for days like this. Satoru Gojo was on another level — the strongest because he was gifted the six eyes technique along with limitless. It was fucking isolating being on top.

However, now that he’s looking in the mirror… he couldn’t see every molecule of energy radiating from him. He thickly swallowed. At some point after Suguru’s death, Gojo found comfort in being lonely at the top.

After all, it was his six eyes that allowed him to immediately see through Kenjaku’s disguise and avoid being captured in the prison realm. Shibuya would’ve been a real travesty if he hadn’t swiftly dealt with what he could get to on time.

On time, which he wasn’t. Mahito’s soul transfiguration had already sentenced Nanami to death.

It was a swift decision after the curses were properly dealt with. A decision that was made with only Shoko present.

The two were alone in the morgue, right where Yuji had previously beaten death by making a deal with Sukuna.

“Are you sure?” Shoko asked in a rare tentative tone. She wasn’t even smoking a cigarette. That’s how serious this was.

What’s the point of having six eyes if you can’t see your only friend anymore?

“I can’t let another one of us die. I can’t. He has a wife, a daughter—“

“You don’t need to convince me. I’m just not sure it’ll work.” It had to work. It had to.

The blade slashed through the sixth eye like butter. Satoru couldn’t tell if it simply didn’t hurt or if he was numb to all physical pain after Nanami’s passing.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His hand was streaked in blood, the only evidence of his sacrifice. Two cerulean unharmed eyes stared back at him through the reflective glass, and despite everything, he didn’t feel overstimulated for once in his life. His brain wasn’t being overloaded with data gathered by all six of his eyes. He wasn’t over analyzing every small detail.

The cursed energy that had inhabited Gojo’s sixth eye had no where to go… no where besides the body Shoko had repaired with reversed cursed technique.

Nanami’s first breath back into this world was a dry heave. “Malaysia,” he gasped. His eyelids blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “Where are my wife and kids?”

*** *** ***

“Let me watch Hana,” Shoko insisted. “I even washed my hands. She’s not going to get any sort of secondhand smoke.”

“I’m fine, really…” you responded, trying to keep your tone from snapping at Shoko who was just clearly trying to help. “I want to spend time with her, and don’t you hate kids?”

Shoko ran a hand through her hair with a ragged sigh. This stupid plan was Gojo’s idea. “Maybe I don’t hate them anymore. Are you going to deny me the chance to find out something new about myself?”

You sent her an incredulous look, and she let her shoulders drop. She couldn’t bullshit you anymore. Crouching down, she placed her hand on your shoulder. “Look. Gojo wants to show you something, but it…” It felt wrong referring to their little ‘surprise’ as an it. “It may be best if Hana doesn’t see — not yet.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. What could he want to show you that Hana shouldn’t see yet? Surely it had something to do with Nanami. You hadn’t been able to explain to Hana that dada wasn’t coming home anytime soon.

“Okay..” you said reluctantly, passing Hana towards Shoko. She held your daughter very… clinically, like she was scared she might contract rabies from your little bundle of joy.

“We’ll be in the play room,” she said awkwardly, walking off with Hana in her arms. You scoffed a small laugh. It was the first time you could find humor in anything since him.

Your hands fell to your lap. Yuji had left a little while ago, called out on a mission. The house was silent, unmoving. Looking back towards the rocking chair, you could picture him there, drinking a mug of coffee while reading a book. He always knew when you were looking at him. Sometimes, he’d shoot back a charming smile and invite you onto his lap.

You’d never feel one of his embraces again.

Just as the tears started to well up once again, the door opened to reveal Yuji in his uniform. He had a wide grin on his face as he practically bounced his way into the living room.

“Hope you don’t mind. I’m here for lunch,” he said, flopping himself onto the couch. Despite his energetic demeanor, he couldn’t meet your gaze.

“Why would I mind? This is your home, Yuu.” You slowly stood to go to the kitchen. You were trying your best to be normal, but it only seemed to work if you were caring for others rather than yourself.

“Hey wait—“ Yuji said, sitting up from the couch with the intention of preventing you from leaving the living room. “Gojo’s coming too.”

“That’s alright. Shoko told me. I’ll make enough for him as well..”

“Shoko told you…?” Yuji asked as he furrowed his eyebrows. His lips curved into the small pout he made while he was confused by something. He thought you’d have a bigger reaction than this…

Before anything else could be said, the door opened once more for Gojo to step through. “Sorry. I don’t knock,” he said with a boyish grin on his face, leaning against your doorframe.

You looked over at him, and you immediately tilted your head to the side when his eyes met yours. He wasn’t wearing his blindfold or his glasses. As far as you knew, Gojo had been relatively unharmed in Shibuya, but perhaps you were wrong.

“That’s okay… You’re looking.. well today,” you said because what else were you supposed to say. It was rare that Satoru had his eyes out for everyone to see.

The white haired male grinned even more as his brushed his hand against his own cheek. “Yeah? Tell me more. Notice anything different about me?”

You rolled your eyes at his usual antics. Satoru never shied away from the limelight. “You just rarely walk around without something protecting your eyes. It’s refreshing to see you like this, but are you sure you’re okay? You don’t have a headache or anything right?”

“You’re cute when you fuss over me, Y/n, but I have a feeling your husband probably feels jealous hearing you talk to me like this.”

Out of habit, you nearly looked to your side where Nanami would’ve been. He would’ve coughed, signaling his discomfort with Gojo’s flirtatious nature. He would’ve told him to knock it off.

Your heart sank as you realized no one was there to keep him in line.

The room was still and heavy. Nanami’s loss left a hole in conversations. He wasn’t there to balance everyone out. The universe simply felt wrong without him.

“Stop torturing her,” a familiar voice said gruffly. Gojo chuckled as a hand shoved him to the side. He stumbled out of the doorway, so another figure could walk in.

He was there in all of his glory. Fixing his cufflinks awkwardly like he did the first day he met you. He slowly met your gaze, and it felt like his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest to get to you.

His entire left side had been permanently marred, skin red and irritated with divots that were not there before. His left eye had been carefully wrapped, showing how he had experienced loss as well. His usually perfectly styled blonde hair laid messily upon his head, giving a rare sight of his undercut.

Your late husband somehow stood before you, and he was perfect.

You were glad that you were not holding anything in your hands because you would’ve dropped. You would’ve trampled people to get to him.

You had dreams like this where he would come home just for a day. You knew that you couldn’t let any time pass by.

His arms which were perfectly sculpted to hold you carefully wrapped around you as soon as you flung yourself at him. The questions of ‘why’ or ‘how’ died on your lips. You didn’t want to waste any time with him worrying about that stuff.

“Darling,” he gently rasped as he felt your tears soaking through his shirt. His hands gently rubbed up and down your back soothingly. “I love you. I’m sorry it took a while to get back to you.”

You shook your head vigorously. “Don’t be sorry. I love you so much. I missed you so much. Nothing made sense without you.”

His hand trailed up to your hair as he dipped his nose against your neck. You smelled just as he remembered— like home. His heart finally seemed to rest a bit with the promise that he was right where he should be.

“In case it hasn’t been clear, I’m retiring,” Nanami spoke up, looking over to Gojo, but he didn’t dare stop holding you.

“Aw, that’s okay. I’m pretty sure you were considered terminated anyways while you were—“

A sharp glare from you made the words clog in his throat. “I’ll plan your retirement party,” he corrected with a cheeky grin as he joined in on the hug. He was like a little parasite that you two couldn’t get rid of. A parasite that had made himself at home with both of you. A parasite that both of you cherished.

“I’ll miss you at school, Nanamin,” Yuji said, walking over to join in on the hug, rubbing his face into Nanami’s shoulder. When he was called out on a mission earlier, he had actually been brought into the morgue to see Nanami, to help plan the surprise, which was terribly hard to keep a secret.

“You’ll have me here though,” Nanami said as he used one of his palms to ruffle Yuji’s soft pink hair. “I’ll still come visit the campus as well.”

You let out a deep breath, releasing the tension in your body that had been there since Halloween night. Everything felt so surreal. He was really here, breathing in your arms. His flesh was warm and very much alive.

“Hana hasn’t stopped asking for you,” you whispered against him, still not ready to let him slip from your arms.

Nanami’s chest rose as he sucked in a deep breath. “I don’t want to scare her… I know I look different.”

“You’re still you, Nanami, and you’re perfect. She may not recognize you at first, but our daughter is a bright little girl. She’ll recognize the love you have to give.” You finally leaned your head up, pressing your hands to either side of Nanami’s cheeks gently.

His hazel eyes shined with unshed tears, and the smile on his face was bittersweet. “I’m just glad to be home.”

“You are my home,” you whispered before capturing his lips in a soft, longing kiss.

“Ew.”

“Gross,” Yuji echoed as he and Satoru both pulled away from the group hug.

Neither you nor Nanami reacted to their comments. Both of you were too caught up in each other’s embrace — unwilling to give up the serenity.

“Ugh, I wish I would’ve waited a few more minutes before coming in here.” Shoko’s voice cut through the tender moment. Her nose was scrunched up as she feigned disgust.

You reluctantly peeled yourself from your husband to look behind your shoulder. Shoko was holding Hana near the hallway to where she couldn’t see Nanami just yet.

“Bad news. I’m still not great with kids,” she said with a lilt of sarcasm in her tone that made you chuckle a bit; however, Nanami tensed in your arms.

He knew what he looked like, and he knew how easily young toddlers could get scared. One time before the Shibuya incident, he had let a five o’clock shadow grow on his chin and jaw. Hana wouldn’t let him hold her until he shaved it off. He was so devastated that he shaved it almost immediately.

“No matter what, it’ll be okay,” you murmured to him. “Having you here is what matters.”

He nodded, knowing that you were right. Hana would get used to the scars… eventually. He could handle his daughter looking at him like he was a stranger for a little while.

“Ahem— Hana..” he said tentatively as Shoko walked closer to the front entrance way. The world stood still while everyone held their breath.

Hana immediately perked up from where she had her fingers wrapped up in Shoko’s long brown hair. She turned her head, eyes bobbing around to see the source of her dad’s timber voice.

As soon as your daughter’s eyes — the ones she got from her mother — found Nanami, her entire face lit up. “Dada— Dada!” she grunted while fighting to get out of Shoko’s arms.

The doctor gladly passed her off to Nanami, wiping off her coat sleeves with a relieved look on her face.

Your husband melted. Tears welled up in his one functioning eye, and he held Hana close to his chest. “Hi pumpkin,” his voice cracked. “I missed you,” He looked up towards you, “and your mama so much.”

Her small stubby arms wrapped around him, still chanting his name with glee. Gojo patted his back, a silent gesture to welcome him back home. Nanami didn’t think he’d ever be able to repay Satoru for the sacrifice he made.

Your daughter’s small hands experimentally touched the wrapping around Nanami’s eye. “Dada,” she cooed. Her eyes then searched until they landed on Satoru like he was the one who should have the wrappings around his eyes. She was such a clever little girl.

Nanami followed her gaze until he saw Gojo. “Yes, I’m here,” your husband responded. “Are you looking at Uncle Toru?”

Satoru leaned down a bit to look Hana in the eyes. Babies always seemed a little rattled by him, probably due to the amount of cursed energy he practically radiated.

It was if the two had a silent conversation between them. You and Nanami stared in confusion, wondering what was going on in your daughter’s head as she stared at Satoru.

No matter, she smiled and turned her attention back to Nanami with a loud giggle that turned into a squeal. “Dada!” She then followed that up by a bunch of incoherent babbling.

“His name is still Papamin,” Yuji corrected, to which Hana merely stuck her tongue out at him and blew a raspberry.

It didn’t matter which name you all called him: Nanami, Nanamin, Papamin, Dada. You could call him whatever you liked, so long as he got to cherish the rest of his life with his family.

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @airandyeah

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This year I want to achieve a few things or just be mindful of them and while it may be a bit too late to have resolutions, I know that it is never too late to start afresh.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ. Devout conscious amount of time to my studies

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ Mindful practice of two hobbies - Guitar and writing. While I may practice other hobbies as well, I will pay more attention to these two

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ. Workout everyday and be mindful of what I put inside my mind and body. ( This also includes putting and respecting my own boundaries)

This is it for now but I will keep updating this list from time to time.

I will keep on updating my progress regularly and hopefully by next year, I will achieve the vision I have for myself.

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This is sooo beautiful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ (made me cry)

your wedding night with nanami kento

pairing: nanami kento x afab reader contains: nanami fucking you in your wedding dress, suit kink, oral sex (reciprocal), cowgirl, mating press, breeding/trying for a baby, aftercare, romantic fluff at the end. mood:  romantic, passionate, tender author's note: as promised, i will open my fic requests soon, so please stay tuned. thank you for expressing your interest ! huge thanks to ayushnz for my banner !

The snow falls gently outside the window walls of your luxury chalet, but you’re surrounded by an encompassing warmth. Crackling flames dance in the grand fireplace, casting a warm and comforting glow across the room, permeating the air with the smoky-sweet scent of chestnuts and cedar wood.

You close your eyes and savor the gentle tinkling sound of ice swirling inside a crystal glass as your husband, Nanami Kento, fixes himself a drink from the kitchen behind you. He raises his head and leans to see what you’re up to, then he smiles fondly as he sees you on the couch—still dressed in your silk wedding gown, your body slumped against the backrest of the sofa as you bask in the warmth from the fireplace.

“Darling, don’t you want to change into something comfortable?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply with a cheeky smile. “It’s not everyday you get to wear a wedding dress.”

“You can always wear it again," he says. "Or wear it everywhere if you love it that much."

“I just might,” you taunt. “Imagine wearing this to the grocery store.”

He chuckles and strides towards the back of the sofa and snakes a firm hand along your smooth neck, tilting your head upwards to look at him. Your lips curl into a smile as you gaze into his eyes, the warm light shining behind his blonde hair like a halo.

Then you notice the slight tension in his shirt buttons and the tautness of the fabric across his chest—his tuxedo straining to contain the contours of his muscular physique. A potent mix of sophistication and raw physicality.

You take his hand and stand from the sofa, planting your bare feet on the plush carpet.

“Dance with me,” you say. “I don’t want this night to end yet.”

Nanami chuckles, “I thought you said your legs were hurting.”

“In my heels! Come on. Please? Indulge your wife a little.”

Wife. Nanami couldn’t help but smile. To hear the word from your own lips, sweet and airy against his ears, sends a fresh wave of joy and fulfillment in his chest.

“Fine,” he says in mock surrender. “What kind of a husband would I be if I denied you your whims?”

You giggle and pull him by the fireplace, taking his drink and setting it down the coffee table. Nanami wraps his large hands around your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body. He begins to sway you in a slow circle. And you run your palms up his biceps, folding your arms around his shoulders.

The room is silent, save for the faint cackling of the fire, the shuffling of your dress against his suit, and your slow breathing that grows heavier and shallower the longer you gaze into each other’s eyes.

Nanami squeezes your hips as his eyes wander south, taking in the swell of your cheeks, your soft lips, and the graceful curve of your neck. Then down to your collarbone and your breasts, smooth and pretty as they sit on the neckline of your dress. The warmth of the fireplace can no longer compare to the searing heat that's rising from his body.

“So, what song is playing in your head right now?” you ask. “What are you dancing me to?”

Nanami shrugs, turning his attention back to your eyes.

“There is no song. Just you.”

You smile. And he leans down to press his lips against yours, gentle and warm, that deepens the moment you part your lips and caress his tongue with your own, tasting the bittersweet vanilla of whiskey in his mouth. He bends you backwards into his arm as his lips grow insistent and unyielding—kissing you with a passion that draws your breath from your lungs and moans it back to you.

His lips drag down your neck, his tongue soft and hot against your quickening pulse, his hands firm around your body and on your breast. You feel a sudden surge of helplessness and greed, a spike of pleasure in your core that fades into a dull and throbbing ache.

Suddenly, somehow, his lips weren’t enough for you.

You sink down the floor, knees weak, head spinning, the skirt of your gown blooming beneath you. You dig your fingers into his belt, into his button, into his waistband—your hands clumsy and hurried as you shuffle between groping and undressing. Nanami grunts and quickly undoes his pants, and his cock smacks you in the face as it springs from his briefs, thick and heavy against your cheek, dotting your skin with his precum.

“Rude,” you quip, laughing as you grab his cock. Whatever Nanami wanted to say dies into a moan the moment your tongue flutters against his tip.

His head alone, pink and fat and bulbous, was enough to make you unhinge your jaw. Your fingers could barely touch your thumb when you wrapped your hand around his hot and massive shaft. And it pulses and pounds against your palm, almost like a heartbeat. And his thick and firm veins curl underneath his skin like tree roots.

You find it amusing for a man as considerate and as gentle and as kind as Nanami Kento to have a cock that looks this furious.

And for all the nights you’ve spent together, not once have you succeeded in cramming all of his cock down your throat. But perhaps it’s because this night is special that you’re all the more determined to try.

Your lips sink past his colossal tip. Then you start swaying your head in short and shallow bows, adding a centimeter of length with each downstroke. Nanami drags his fingers along the back of your head, cupping your nape with a large, warm hand.

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” he mutters. “It feels good when you stroke it, too…”

You hum your disagreement and sink your head further, his tip now pushing against your soft palate. Nanami realizes you have taken on a challenge for yourself. And so he begins to encourage you; his thumb massages your jaw to relieve the stiffness, he nods approvingly as you take on more of his length, his salty-sweet precum drips onto your tongue and you take the viscous dew as liquid courage—emboldening you to pull him further and further inside your throat.

A drool escapes the corner of your lips, which Nanami promptly wipes with his thumb.

“You can do it, darling,” he whispers, his eyes lidded from the pleasure, his cheeks flushed deep red. “Almost there… yeah… you’re doing so well.”

But then you stop moving, with your stretched lips so, so close to the root of him, and withdraw until you’re back to sucking his crown.

Nanami sighs, thinking you have reached your limit. But before he says his reassurances, you drive your head down in a single stroke, shoving his cock down your throat from root to tip.

“Agh!” Nanami groans, grabbing your hair by surprise. “Fuck— Fuck… Baby… ”

You start sucking his cock with feral greed—with your lips tightening and your cheek hollowing each time you sway your head. Nanami grunts and groans as his head bobs up and down your tight throat, his abs quaking from the pleasure. You feel his cock twitch and rumble against your tongue as Nanami edges closer and closer to his climax.

“Alright… Stop—Stop… Honey, that’s enough,” he pants for mercy, his fingers curl around the back of your neck. “Please, please… I’m too close…”

You hold still. Then you press your lips hard around the root of his cock to mark it with your lipstick before sliding him out of you with a gasp, finally catching your breath.

“God…” he pants, his lips curling into an open smile, with wisps of laughter mingling with his breath. “That was… amazing…”

“You almost doubted me there,” you call out, laughing.

“I was just worried…” he replies as he caresses your hair.

You stick your tongue out to give his head one last lick, but Nanami shifts his hips and points his cock away.

“Seriously, darling,” Nanami says with a firm tone. “I don’t want to cum just yet.”

You pout at him in response, but that only makes Nanami smile. He loves the way you make him feel so desperately desired.

He kneels and lays you down on the soft carpet. Then his hands run up your legs, raising your skirt to your hips.

“I’m guessing the dress stays on?” he asks.

“Obviously,” you reply. You tug at his lapel. “And so does the suit.”

He smiles and your lips meet once again. Your fingers slip past the thin lace of your panties and draw circles against your core, eager to make yourself wet and ready as quickly as possible. But Nanami grabs your wrist and peels your hand away.

“Don’t touch yourself,” he mutters. “That's my job.”

You whine in protest, which he smothers with a kiss. You feel his rough palm slide upwards your inner thigh, higher and higher, until his fingers press against your downy outer lips.

Not this again… you think to yourself as your husband rubs his fingers up and down your mons—massaging you with just enough pressure to tease your poor, untouched clit. A simple ‘yes’ and ‘please’ would not suffice for a gentleman like Nanami. You would have to beg, breathlessly, as your thighs shake and as your pussy aches, to convince him you want more than what he’s giving you.

“Just relax and feel me,” he whispers into your ear, as his light and teasing touches grow firmer and surer. “I’ll make it worth your while. I promise.”

So you relax your back on the carpet, your head resting against his thick forearm, kissing him as his fingers glide around and around your slick clit. Each gentle stroke of his fingers pulls you further into ecstasy; a pleasure rivaled only by the way his firm tongue rolls against yours, with the taste of whiskey in his saliva pouring down your throat. He tastes like heaven, you think to yourself. You wouldn’t mind if this sensation kills you.

Nanami drags his tongue along the side of your neck, raising goosebumps from your flesh. He makes his way across your torso, kissing you through the soft silk of your dress, from chest to belly, until he makes his way between your legs.

“Please, baby,” you whisper, your breath stock-still in anticipation.

You spread your legs wider, showing him your sopping wet pussy, veiled ever so delicately by the floral embroidery of your wedding panties. Nanami hooks his fingers against the silk lace and peels it down, down, across your thighs and calves. The look in his eyes swing from soft and reverent to sharp and ravenous as he wrestles between the desire to worship you and the hunger to consume you.

“So beautiful,” he sighs to himself, as if in a trance. “God, you’re so beautiful. My woman…”

Nanami takes a deep breath, as if to compose himself, and sinks down to kiss a path along the inside of your legs. Every single kiss feels deep, famished, venerating, as if you had been so generous to let him taste you this way. And so he wouldn’t waste your grace by leaving a single inch of your skin untouched or unkissed. You slide your fingers through his locks and grab him, pulling him closer towards your core.

He licks a stripe upwards your pussy and your mind dissolves into mist.

“Fuck,” you gasp as he rolls a firm and succulent tongue around and around your softest parts, tickling and soothing and warming up your core. “O-oh god, yes.”

Nanami groans as he tastes you, aroused by your sounds and the smooth texture of your slit against his tongue. He takes a brief moment to squeeze his cock for some relief before he plants his rough hands on your thighs to spread you wider. His lips close around your clit, kissing it, tugging it, sucking on it, then dragging a wide tongue to reset his rhythm and tease you again.

“You taste so good,” he whispers. “And so goddamn soft.”

Your pleasure plateaus and your pussy drips down his chin, sweet like nectar, thick and slithery like cream. You start moving your hips, rubbing your cunt against the hot and fleshy cushion of his tongue. Nanami slides in a finger and you nearly burst from the way he hooks it firmly against your g-spot, fingerfucking you to the razor-edge of pleasure.

But then he stops and pulls away. And the absence of his mouth is chilling. You plant your forearm against your eyes, trying to drag your spinning soul back into your body, trying to drag some air into your lungs. Nanami watches you as he jacks his cock back into fullness.

“Darling…” he murmurs, trying to nudge your arm from your eyes. “Look at me while I’m putting it in… Please?”

You meet his gaze and he leans down, framing your head between his forearms, his torso pressed flush against yours. He traces your cheeks with the rough and calloused pads of his fingertips, his eyes softened by sincerity, awe, devotion. You look beautiful—sprawled out underneath him, lips parted, eyes lidded, nipples peeking from above your neckline. I belong to her. I’m hers, he thinks to himself. And so he looks you in the eyes as he offers himself to you.

He lines his cock towards your entrance and sinks. Then he pushes, withdraws, pushes, withdraws, fucking you with gentle, shallow strokes, teasing you with the fat crown of his cock, waiting until you are ready to take more of him.

“How deep do you want me to go, darling?” he asks.

“This deep,” you whisper, pointing at the lipstick mark you left around the root of his cock. You grab his backside to pull him deeper, guiding him to your rhythm, “I want all of you.”

He lets you move his hips, to tease and stretch yourself on his cock, pulling him closer and closer until you’re suctioned together hip-to-hip. You both grunt in pleasure and relief. He’s so deep that you can feel him press against your womb, so thick that you can feel his veins against your walls. Nanami shifts and folds his arms around your body, pressing his forehead against the curve of your neck. You reach upwards and embrace him, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck to soothe him. You both take a moment to relish the way you are connected, body and soul.

“I’m yours,” you whisper to him.

“I’m yours, too…” he whispers, almost breathlessly. “Yours, always yours… Oh honey, I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

He kisses your forehead and starts thrusting—long and languid and rhythmic, letting you feel every inch in every angle. Your bodies are pressed so closely together that you can feel the contours of his abs underneath his dress shirt. His breath is hot against your ear as he grunts and moans.

“God I love it when I fuck you slow,” he sighs, almost to himself. You can feel the bass of his voice vibrate in his chest. “I need you to feel me. Really feel me, darling.”

He angles his cock and drags his thick and heavy tip against every delicious spot until it’s pressed flush against your cervix. Again and again and again. And the pleasure is strong, rich, deep, sustained, like gliding a heavy bow against violin strings. It resonates throughout your body, tightening your stomach, hardening your nipples, curling your toes—stoking your desire to near desperate heights.

“I can’t… I can’t do this,” you whine.

You push him to the side and you roll your bodies over. Nanami holds you steady as you position yourself on top, careful not to slip his cock out from inside you. You brace the heel of your palms against his chest and start grinding.

���Sorry,” you pant as your pace gathers speed. “I was getting impatient.”

“No, sweetheart,” he laughs softly, looking up at you with glazed eyes, showing you the endless pool of desire beneath the catchlight. “You know you can do whatever you want to me.”

You take his hands and press them against your breasts, holding them steady as you fuck yourself senseless on his cock, grinding your clit against the soft hairs of his groin, rubbing his thick shaft against your walls. Nanami throws his head back, biting his lip. Grunting. Swearing. Trying his goddamn best not to explode from the way you’re working on him.

The sight of you on top of him is overwhelming. But then he looks away and sees your shadow on the wall. He sees the way your waist and hips gyrate in a desperate spiral. He sees the curves of your breasts, the arch of your back, the parting of your lips—his wife. His beautiful wife. Frantic, erotic, enraptured by desire.

Your rhythm falters from exhaustion and it snaps him from his trance.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he sighs, sitting up and holding you in his arms. “Let me… let me do all the work.”

Nanami rocks you from side to side as he folds his legs underneath him. Then he starts to move his hips, bouncing you on his lap as if you’re weightless. You cry out, wrapping your arms and legs around his body.

“What can I do to make you come, baby?” he pants. “Tell me…”

“I want… More… Just more,” you whimper. “Please, Kento, please…”

Nanami lays you back down the carpet. Then he hooks his hands under your knees and raises your legs towards your head, as high as your thighs would comfortably allow, curling your body skyward. The stretch of your muscles burn, but it’s a pain that dances along the edges of pleasure. With your ankles hooked over your husband’s shoulders, his thrusts have never felt so deep—with the force of gravity adding power to the downward swing of his hips. So much power that the slap of his skin against yours echo through the halls, leaving you more full than hollow from the speed of his thrusts.

“God, you feel too good. Oh, you’re too good for me, darling. So fucking good to me,” Nanami rambles. “Tell me you’re close… Tell me you’ll come for me… I need to feel you, please.”

You feel the rhythm of his hips. The heavy drag of his cock. The fierceness of his kiss. The warmth of his breath. The cold metal of his zipper. The silk of your dress. His hard forearms. His scent. His grunts. Your toes pointing and curling. Your nipples brushing against your neckline. Your clit rubbing against his groin. It’s excruciating. It’s divine. To cram all of this heavenly pain and pleasure on a single person.

You allow yourself to surrender to it all.

“Close… so close,” you whimper breathlessly, clawing at his sleeves. “Baby, I think… I think I’m gonna…”

One thrust, strong and sure, against your weakest, most pleasurable spot, was enough for your orgasm to seize your body like a lightning strike. Your stomach curls and you release a long, animalic grunt, your limbs convulsing from the throes of pleasure.

“There you go… attagirl,” he grunts, his hips picking up the pace, chasing his own pleasure. “Attagirl, keep going, keep going…”

He swoops down to capture your lips with his own, swirling his soft tongue against yours, drinking in your cries and your moans. Then he curses into your mouth and you feel a burst of warmth underneath your belly, flooding your chamber with his seed until it spills. Nanami grinds his hips against yours even tighter, plugging you with his length and girth, not willing to waste even a single drop. If the gods are kind, this lovemaking will bear you a child.

Your legs drop boneless down the carpet. While Nanami buries a damp forehead on the crook of your shoulder. And together, you fall into weighted silence, your minds adrift on the cloud-sea of euphoria. Your ears are still too full of each other’s heavy moans and desperate pleading. Your eyes are still too full of each other’s skin. Your minds, still too full of each other’s passion. You have nothing more to say to him at that moment, but Nanami has much more tenderness to express.

He grinds his hips against yours one last time and pulls himself out, slowly, gently, as if you would unravel if he moves without care. And in a way, you do feel less composed, less grounded, less corporeal, now that you are no longer tethered to his body.

He begins to undress you, to undress himself. Heat dances on your naked skin from the fireplace, painting shadows that sway along the contours of your body. Then he leans down to scoop you from the carpet and into his arms. You rest your head against his hard shoulder, breathing in the amber-honeyed spice of his scent, as he carries you into the indoor onsen.

He steps into the stone bath and your bodies sink into the searing waters, part by part, from feet to thighs to stomach, until you are fully submerged and cradled in his lap.

“Are you alright, honey?” he asks, wiping a lock of hair away from your brows. He kisses your temple as he waits for your answer.

“I’m great,” you groan, smiling. He feels your teeth against his neck. “Probably our best yet.”

Nanami smiles. He scoops up a handful of water and pours it down your shoulder, cleansing you, warming you. “You say that every time.”

“But it’s true!” you reply. “I think this is the one, I can definitely feel a baby forming in there.”

“Is that how it works? Can you really feel a baby get conceived?”

“Well, no, but like, sometimes, I think, if we’re gonna conceive a baby, it has to be from like, a sex full of love, you know? Like, good sex, but also love sex—lovemaking—wait it’s not like there’s no love whenever we fuck but like—this one is just—”

He squints at you, confused by your rambling. You pause and pout.

“Babe, you just dick-scrambled my brain, don't expect me to be coherent.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “No, I understand what you mean. You just want our baby to be made with love. Lots of it.”

“Exactly!”

He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, your shoulder. It tickles, so you laugh, your body twisting away from him and towards him.

“And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” he mutters. “I guess we’ll have our work cut out for us once we fly to Malaysia.”

You wrap your arms around him. “You never explained why you’re so obsessed with that place.”

Nanami’s head jerks in incredulity.

“I wouldn’t call it an obsession,” he says, as if he never spammed you with Facebook videos and fun facts about Kuantan. You shoot him a look and he sighs. “I saw an advertisement on the train one night and it has been on my mind ever since.”

“Wow… that’s it?”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, you talked about going there like it had so much meaning. Like maybe your parents took you there as a kid.”

Nanami shakes his head, “It’s just a photo I saw on a horrible day. Maybe it didn’t even have to be Kuantan. Or Malaysia. Maybe any place that’s warm and cheap and tropical would have been enough. I just wanted an escape.”

Nanami hears the conversation continue in his head. An escape from what? you might ask. Life, he might say. That relentless grind for money. Of meaningless, thankless labor. The soul-crumpling loneliness of a single bed. A single bowl. A single set of chopsticks. An empty chair across his dining table.

Life before he met you.

“I don’t feel that way anymore,” he adds, smiling down at you. “I just want to see the place for myself.”

You smile and rest your head back down on his shoulder. Nanami closes his eyes and plants his cheek on the top of your head, his arms firm around your body. With gentle fingers, he traces your hair, the skin of your spine, soft and fine like sand, warm like the sun. The salt of your scent is invigorating. And your breath is a gentle breeze against his skin.

I’ve already escaped, is what he meant to tell you. Back from when you opened your arms to him and showed a place where he can run. And since then, he has made a home for his soul in the oasis of your heart. Safe and free and living at last.

thank you for giving this fanfic a chance! one of my goals was to write a nanami one shot, and it took a long while because i wanted to be good enough to write him. i hope i gave him justice in this fic !

originally posted on ao3

[chaayaaaa]

If the rebirth theory is real, hopefully they have better experience on this earth

Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide. 

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This is so cute. I would give any thing to read it again for the first time

Wanna See My Cat? - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: “Do you wanna see my cat?” You're not actually lying but he thinks it's a sexual innuendo.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, situationship-ish

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

a/n: I was contemplating on whether to actually add smut to this but I decided not to cause it's cuter this way and I think we could all agree there're plenty of bts smut but not enough fluff here! :D

Situationship was a funny concept. Either you commit or not, that was what you believed. Which was why you were not precisely proud to say that you was now in fact in one. 

In your defense it had only been what, three? Four weeks? A month or so? Min Yoongi was this nice guy your acquaintance introduced you to. Gentle, could be hilarious when he wanted to, and cute. Although he could be a little emotionless at times, mostly he was a really sweet guy and you liked him a lot. In your other defense, you did not believe what you had with him could be called as a situationship. It was just what your friends had been teasing you about. 

In the whole time of knowing him, you had been to total of three dates. The first being a casual “are you free for dinner after work?” kinda date, second a movie date, and third being a very chill cafe date. And in your opinion, you enjoyed all of them, you had the greatest of time chatting and spending quality time with him. But your friend kept teasing you otherwise. 

Apparently your dates were considered too boring, too innocent for today’s dating world standard. You had not even had your first kiss yet and one of your friends was already asking about his size. Evidently, wanting to take things slow was a crime nowadays and you were lowkey getting annoyed. 

Today though, your park date was cancelled due to the rain. You kept cursing to yourself at home when you saw Yoongi’s text telling you to do a literal rain check, seeing the thunderstorm. The outfit that you bought especially for the occasion failed to see the outside world. 

As you stood in front of the mirror, seeing the reflection gave you a weird idea. A small Siamese cat walking past your feet, meowing adorably. Your pet cat, Zuko. A cat whose existence wasn’t known by Yoongi yet. The lightbulb above your head lightened up. 

“Do you wanna see my cat?” You sent the text. 

**

Yoongi texted you to let you know that he had arrived at your place. You recalled last time he picked you up it took him around fifteen minutes but this time he only took ten. You wondered what made him arrive a lot quicker. 

You were giddy with excitement and took a screenshot to tell your friend. Instead of being excited and giddy for you, your friend sent a bunch of side-eye emojis. Well, they could be just teasing you but the chat bubble following afterwards had you wondering. 

“Woo! Give me a rating score later!!!” 

You crooked your head in confusion, but there was no time to ponder on your friend’s riddle when Yoongi was already waiting for you to open the front door. 

“Hey.”

That hey definitely did not have to sound that deep and hot. You had to gulped your saliva down upon seeing him in his comfortable clothes. Since when did wearing sweatpants and baggy t-shirt looked so good? And did he just had his hair cut or was it just you? So many questions pilling up in your head. 

You knew it was game over when he went in for a hug. Heavenly was the only words you could use to describe his smell. It was a mixture of his shampoo and his laundry detergent, and his intoxicating smell. It seemed like he didn’t even use any perfume. 

“What should we eat?” You said while smiling giddily. 

“I’m kinda craving some instant ramen?” He looked at you while lifting a shopping bag filled with a few packets of noodles. 

Your eyes beamed. “That sounds really nice actually with the weather and all.” 

“Alright cool.” He nodded. “Let’s cook?”

Yoongi was being extra touchy. You were boiling the water and he would swiftly grab the chopsticks in front of you from behind, making you feel his chest. You fully knew well that he could easily grab the utensils without doing that, but for some reason the demons were working hard at the moment. He even leaned his chin over your shoulder as you were chopping some sausages. At this point he could be doing it on purpose for all you knew. 

He did not stop when you both started to eat. From the smooth wiping your lips from food to feeding you. Who was this person and what had he done to Yoongi you might never know. 

Right after washing the dishes and escaping a few of Yoongi’s teases, you both chilled on the sofa. As you browsed through Netflix, you could sense him scooting closer to you. You could feel his body warmth that automatically made yours grew hotter as well. 

“What are we watching?” He asked with a husky voice. By this point he was hugging your waist and rested his body weight on you. 

“I was thinking some action? You love those right?”

“I do.” 

You paused. Why was the tone of his voice sounded slightly off and why was he looking at you funnily?

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He broke into a small smile. “Nothing.”

“Stop or I’ll make you watch Puss in Boots!” You whined. 

And then it hit you. The cat! You were too busy being swayed, head in the clouds, fantasizing, that you forgot why he was initially visiting you in your apartment.

“My cat!” You exclaimed loudly, which made Yoongi jumped and sat back up from his position. 

You missed the look of confusion in Yoongi’s face as you ran quickly to your room to pick up the furball in your bedroom. 

“I can’t believe I forgot about him!” You chuckled with your pet now in your arms. “He doesn’t like roaming around, he mostly sleeps in my room.”

Yoongi just looked at you, quizzically. As if he could not believe his eyes. 

“Meet Zuko!” You smiled, proudly showing your cat. “Zuko, meet Yoongi.” You giggled and shoved the cat to the man’s hands. 

He stared at the cat blankly for a good few seconds before gently petting the creature’s head. 

“Uh, hi.” He said, sounding lightly awkward. “He’s actually really cute.”

“I know right!” You grinned. “Do you wanna hold him?”

“Sure.” He said, sounding a little unsure. 

The man sat down with your cat on his lap, slowly stroking the soft white fur of its tiny body. You bent down, sat on the carpet on his knee level to pet the cat. Somehow seeing you smile lovingly at the cat made Yoongi’s lips curled into a soft smile as well. 

“You’re adorable.” Yoongi said. 

“He’s the cutest cat, I know.”

“No, I mean you.” 

“Oh.” You shyly looked away, hoping the nervous giggles did not give it away. “Thank you.” 

Yoongi chuckled and huffed a sigh. “I can’t believe there’s actually a cat.”

“Huh?” You crooked your head to the side, wondering what the guy meant by that. “Of course there is? What do you mean?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He laughed. “You don’t know?”

“Uh, no?” 

He ruffled your hair and laughed again, this time a little bit louder than before. You were still stunned, too confused to process when he quickly pulled you in and kissed your forehead. Suddenly you did not want to protest about how messy he just made your hair. 

“It’s alright, maybe next time.” 

You covered your face with both of your palms.  “What’s with you today?!” You said with your hands still covering your face. 

“I like you.” He shrugged. “Might not be the most animated guy out there so I’m just letting you know.”

“Yeah, which is why I’m so confused with you today???” You said with flushed face. “Oh my god, that’s not the point though! I like you too!”

He chuckled. “Let’s just get back to the movie?”

The vibe after that conversation calmed down. Maybe it was the whole letting-the-cat-out-of-the-bag thing on your feelings making the air less thick. You ended up just cuddling, snuggling to each other while watching The Notebook. You both hated romance movies, but somehow finished the entire movie anyway after you misclicked it in the first place. It was nice and warm being in Yoongi’s arms and you were afraid you wouldn’t want to ever let go. 

And it was finally time for him to go home. Crazy how you did not notice the time went by so fast. Heck, you didn’t even notice the screen was already playing another movie. How could you when Yoongi was caressing your hair ever so gently? Goodness gracious. 

“Hey, I have to go now. Meeting in an hour, remember?” He tapped your shoulder. 

“I’m not letting you go.” You whined, hugging him tighter. 

He laughed. “Silly, I can come again tomorrow?”

You sat back up and looked at him. “Really?”

“I mean yeah, you don’t have work on Sunday, right?” He smiled. “If you want to, that is.”

“I want to.” You giggled. 

He flashed his gummy smile one more time before getting up from your couch. You walked with him to the door and waited for him to grab his jacket. The whole time you were stalling, asking him the most random questions, and made the silliest remarks. You just didn’t want him to go home yet, especially after finding out that he liked you too. 

“As much as I’d love to talk more about how much I disliked the whole education system, I really have to go now.” He chuckled. 

“Okay.” You pouted. You watch as he got up from tying his shoelaces. 

He huffed a sigh and smiled. “Come closer.”

You did as told without thinking and in a quick seconds, somehow you were pulled into a soft kiss. It was a soft peck and you could feel his smile through it. He didn’t gave you a chance to react as he swiftly let go. 

“See you tomorrow?” 

“Come on…” You whined again and covered your face in awkwardness, and he could only laugh at you. “Go! Before I lock you up!”

“I’ll text you.” He waved and you finally closed your door. 

You found yourself giggling and smiling to yourself like an idiot. This was new. Whatever in the fresh hell was that, you couldn’t lie to yourself that you were into this somewhat bold and flirty side of him. 

You casually walked back to your couch and switched the tv to youtube. As you let random science podcast video play, you decided to check your phone, realizing you had not text your friend back yet. 

“What do you mean by giving a score?”

Your friend replied almost too immediately. You were shocked to see the usage of caps lock. 

“YOU DIDN’T KNOW??????!!!!! WTF???”

“Okay, explain?????”

“Poor Yoongi has to deal with your dumbass 😔” 

“Shut up 🖕🖕🖕”

“It’s a code. You say that instead of asking to come over and have sex. Basically the new netflix and chill.”

“… okay. OKAY???!!!!!!”

“Bestie, did something happen though??? 😍”

“SO THAT’S WHY HE TOLD ME HE WAS SURPRISED THAT THERE WAS ACTUALLY A CAT???? OMFGGGGGG!!!!!! ASFDKSPSKSG 😭😭😭”

You put down your phone to muffle your tiny scream with your knuckles. You recalled him mentioning a next time. Then you also recalled him wanting to come over again tomorrow. Needless to say, it was finally time to let out that one cute underwear you had been keeping in your drawer for months.

Thank you for reading! 🐈‍⬛💕

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please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

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This is so cute. My face is literally burning

Facade - Jeon Jungkook

Prompt: Your friend arranged you on a date with a BTS member. The catch is, you have to pretend like you’re not a fan. 

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Fluff, strangers (?) to lovers, idol Jungkook, fan/army reader

Pairing: Jungkook x she/her reader

a/n: I obviously don't know how real idol life works, let's just pretend this is how it looks like ok lol

“You did not just set me on a date with Jeon Jungkook.”

Folding your arms, you stood with your eyebrows knitted together, looking straight at your friend who in contrast had a big grin plastered on his lips. You bit into your sandwich, looking left and right, all skeptical about people overhearing your conversation. The guy in front of you then repeated his sentence again just to humor you. 

Undoubtedly, you did not hear your friend wrong. Man really just set you up with the one and only Jungkook from BTS. Being a set stylist in Big Hit and all, it came as no surprise that he knew the boys, but you did not know that he was that close to the point that he could introduce them to you personally. In fact, you were never aware of how close your friend was with them until now.

While it was true that you had told your friend, although mostly jokingly, about how you wanted him to introduce him to someone, you did not mean this. You did not mean introducing to the guy whose songs you literally had in your Spotify wrapped. 

“Felix, you can’t be serious, how??? I don't think I have anything to wear???“

“Here’s the catch.” The guy said sternly, putting down his chilled drink. “You have to pretend like you don’t know him.”

You looked at your friend as if he just turned into a fish. The sentence he blurted out just sounded ridiculous. 

“Okay, okay, I’m aware of how unbelievable that sounds. Obviously, everyone knows who he is. All I’m asking is for you to at least pretend to not be a creepy fan.”

“I’m not a creepy fan.” You looked at your friend, pretending to feel insulted. 

“You took a picture of his Calvin Klein poster at the mall last week.” He argued.

“That doesn’t count, I was asking about the location.”

“You mentioned something about rock-hard abs…”

“Okay, fair.” You rolled your eyes. “But I’m not one of those sasaeng if that’s what you mean.”

“Duh, I wouldn’t have suggested this if you are.” He rolled his eyes back at you. “The other's been teasing him about relationship stuff and your face popped up in my head." He sneered. "When I showed him your picture, he seemed to be interested.”

Your eyes widened. “Which picture of me did you show to him?!“

“Doesn’t matter.” He dismissed you. “But you’re somewhat of a fan, so you must know that he’s mentioned that he doesn’t date fans.”

“I’m aware.” You sighed. 

“I think that’s bullshit to be honest, he’s just saying that for safety purposes. So army wouldn’t fight over him and stuff?” He chuckled. “But just so he won’t get put off on the first meeting…”

“Yeah, I get it.” 

“You sound discouraged.” 

“No, I’m beyond ecstatic, it’s just that…” You stopped to sip your drink. “I don’t know, the idea of lying to his face just doesn’t sit right with me.”

“You can tell him later if the date goes well! It’s just so he won’t run away on the first meeting…”

You frowned, contemplating for a good moment. “Alright fine, but you have to help me with the outfit.” 

“I got you covered, girl.” 

**

That was how you ended up waiting in a private room, at restaurant way too fancy for you, sitting down awkwardly at a table that has a paper written “Reserved for Mr. Jeon” on it. Out of nervousness, you kept fixing the non-existent crease on your blouse, the one Felix helped you choose just the day before. 

Felix was the one who drove you there, since he knew the place and both of you basically talked with him as a bridge in between. Your friend did mention the possibility of your date being late, due to the fact that he could not just enter the place from the front door like normal costumer would.

Just around six minutes of fidgeting your fingers, you heard a light click from the door handle and you quickly straightened yourself up. Honestly, you wished he came even later, cause you were nervous as heck. Thank heavens for the good air conditioner or you'd be wetting your outfit with sweat.

And so there he was, walking in full slow motion before your eyes. He was walking in casually, so effortlessly. Running his fingers through his black, slightly permed locks, he closed the door behind him and you swore his black blazer was swaying in an animated way. There was a shine in both his eyes and lips. You were definitely wearing a pink tinted glasses and you were fully aware of it.

“Hi, you must be Y/N.” He flashed a bright smile and took a seat. “Sorry I’m late, had to make sure no one saw me and all…”

“Don’t sweat it.” You said, trying not to sound breathless. 

“You’re very pretty by the way.” He grinned. “Like, actually better than the picture Felix showed me.”

“Thanks…” It was impressive how you manage to not stutter while your heart was doing a backflip. “You look great too… I mean I’m sure you get it all the time.”

“Don’t even.” He laughed. “I look great cause we have a team of professional makeup artists on stage. Today though, I’m just Jeon Jeongguk in the flesh.” 

You wanted so badly to hit him because there was no way this man really just said that his no makeup face was anything but gorgeous. 

“Anyways!” The guy exclaimed enthusiastically. “Let’s order? I’m starving!”

“What do you recommend here? I’ve never been here before…” 

“Oh, I’ve never been here either. I just asked Jimin-hyung to recommend me a good place for a date…” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I figured it would make a good first impression.”

“You could just ask me out for a tteokbokki and I would’ve said yes.” 

Wait, you didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Jungkook’s laughter filled the room suddenly, which taken you by surprise. “That sounds awesome, we should totally get some after this!” 

You couldn’t help but to smile as well. 

“Felix told me you’re a copywriter?”

“Ah yeah, I am. I mostly work for social media stuff.” You explained as you flipped through the menu. “I kinda want to indulge in writing music but I don’t know where to start…”

“You should definitely try it!” He said in excitement. “I didn’t get to actually write my last album since the company decided to go full English, but I’d like to, maybe for my future releases.” 

“I’m looking forward to it.” 

“I can introduce you to my writers and producers if you want?” He looked at the ceiling for a second, pondering. “Have you listened to my song “Seven”?”

As a matter of fact, you had memorized the song lyric by lyric, but you couldn’t just tell him that. 

“O-Of course.” You cursed secretly for stuttering. “It’s everywhere, don’t act like that song didn’t top the charts.”

“Right…” He said, grinning while looking away from your eyes. “I mean, I could introduce you to the writers if you want.”

“There’s no need, I’m sure I can learn a thing or two from you.” You looked at him, testing the waters. 

“Or that! I prefer that, honestly.” He laughed. 

Dinner went extremely well. You were surprised at how at ease you were with him. He was fun and easy to talk to. He was talking about every dish in a very passionate way, which you found endearing. You share the same movie taste as him, which did not really come as a surprise to you, but it absolutely did to him. His eyes were practically glowing talking about the upcoming Deadpool movie. 

The guilt of pretending still lingered in you and you couldn’t just simply ignore it. No matter how comfortable he made you feel, you kept feeling on edge, scared of the possibility of spilling something you’d rather him not to hear. 

“So, are you still up for the tteokbokki?” He asked after giving his card to pay. “I mean, we can’t just eat them on the street like normal people cause you know…” He sighed, raising his eyebrows. 

“Oh yeah, I totally forgot you can’t just…” 

“I’m sorry, it sucks.” He smiled sadly. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my job but… I guess it’s just a small price to pay.” 

There was a very clear hint of disappointment in his voice, and you felt awful. “I’m so sorry.”

“Wait, I can just tell my driver to drop by so we can get some and I don’t know, eat in my car? Unless you wanna eat in my place which sounds bad, I don’t think you’ll be comfortable knowing we just met—“

“Jungkook, it’s alright.” You assured him. “We can just get them next time.”

“There’s a next time then?” He said with an eager smile. 

You blushed. “Of course. I had fun…”

“Okay… phew!” He exhaled comically and you laughed. “You know, I’m glad I came today.”

“Me too.” You smiled. 

“Can I have your number?” He said with puffed cheeks as he bit the inner side of his mouth. “It’s not exactly convenient to talk via Felix.” He chuckled. 

After exchanging phone number he offered to take you home with him having a driver as the argument. You refused, but mostly because you didn’t know if you could handle being in a close distance and such small space with him yet. Your heart could barely take his boyish grins and cringey jokes. You certainly needed more getting used to. 

Your friend was so gonna get an earful about this. 

Maybe you’d treat him food too as a thanks. 

**

“So?” 

“I’m in trouble, you don’t get it.”

Your friend laughed out loud while you sighed and palmed your face. 

“Aren’t you happy that it went well?” He snickered, eyeing the unopened notifications from Jungkook popping up in your phone. “He even texts you daily, don’t you know how busy he is?”

“He still doesn’t know that I basically have his album at home.” You groaned, slumping into the table. “Albums! And his posters… his light stick…” You ruffled your hair in frustration. 

“Relax, he clearly likes you! Look at those puppy eyes emojis he sent you.”

“How am I suppose to tell him now?!” You looked at your friend in disbelief. 

“I’m sure he’ll understand, you just gotta find the right timing.” 

“That’s easy for you to say cause you’re not the one dealing with it.” 

“Shut up, look…” Felix took your phone and shoved it in front of your face. 

“Are you free this Saturday? Let’s watch a movie!”

“Oh my god???” You snatched your phone instantly, eyes fully open.

And so here you were again, somewhat dolling yourself up for a mere cinema date. You did not step out before video calling your friend and sending the view casual outfit option you had. 

This time Jungkook insisted on sending you a driver to pick you up, mentioning how it was safer and more convenient for you that way. You felt a bit weirded out by the treatment but you guessed it was only right given his status. He even said that he wanted to pick you up himself if he could. 

The first thing you noticed after stepping into the cinema was how empty it was. Sure it was quite late at night, around eleven, but it was not that late to the point where nobody would be there. You had been to the cinema at the same hour before and you were sure it wasn’t this empty. Although you were feeling suspicious, you showed the staff your booking code anyway and she led you to the auditorium. 

How terrified you were to found the auditorium to be empty also, only the huge screen playing the commercials before the movie. You began to look around, terrified. Was this some sort of prank? You were not sure. Out of the blue a finger tapped your back and you yelped in horror.

“I’m sorry! Did I scare you? I was in the restroom.” It was Jungkook. 

You stood up for a few seconds, still processing the whole situation. Your eyes were glassy due to the fear and your heart was beating rapidly. Jungkook just stood there, wearing an oversized grey hoodie and a baggy jeans, looking handsome as usual, just staring at you with two cups of soda in his hands. He had a beanie over his head, making his face look rounder and pinch-able. 

“Hey… are you okay?” 

You cleared your throat, scratching your eyes. “I was scared I thought I got pranked or something.” You chuckled, vision still quite blurry. 

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you that I rented the whole place… I just don’t want people to see me and make a fuss about it…” 

“It’s okay. I’m here now, let’s just sit down?”

Jungkook followed you as you picked a random seat in the middle of the room. 

He was being awfully quiet as the movie started playing. You noticed how suddenly tensed he was and you saw his hands trembled for a quick second before he shoved it down his pants pockets. 

“Uh, Y/N?” He called. 

You were startled. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry I can’t take you on a normal date.”

Your heart melted at the statement. While it was true that you were a fan, but seeing him being a considerate and gentle guy in real life completely swept you away. 

You smiled, looking at his direction. “I mean, as long as we’re spending time together I don’t care where or how.” 

He flashed you a smile, one that could turn you into a puddle instantly. Your eyes darted to a staff that suddenly came to your seats, with two cups of what seemed to be snacks. Your eyes beamed with excitement at the realization of what was served to you. You gasped, covering your lips. You barely mouthed a “thank you” to the staff and they bowed before walking out. 

“I didn’t know they serve tteokbokki here.” 

“They don’t… I just told my driver to get us some.” He said timidly. “I hope that’s okay?”

“This is the happiest I’ve ever been just to eat a tteokbokki.” 

Jungkook breathed out a sigh before smiling brightly. “You know, I don’t even remember the last time I went out on a normal date… I’m sorry if it’s weird to you.” 

“I haven’t been in one in a while either, it’s okay.” You smiled back, poking the tteokbokki and took a bite.

He started stuffing some in his mouth as well. “No, it’s different… I think I will never get the chance to actually date normally, you know? Not in the near future at least. I just wish people respect my privacy more, that’s not much to ask, right?”

“I’m sorry you have to go through this.” 

“Well, at the end of the day, I love what I do and I don’t regret anything.” 

He shrugged and continued to stuff more food in his mouth, making you giggle at the sight. You had seen him eat multiple times on his weverse live but seeing him actually eat with such enthusiast right in front of you just felt different. God was he cute. 

“I’m glad you’re not like those people.” He looked at you, smiling with his mouth full.

You froze. Am I though? You thought to yourself. Immediately the eye contact was broken and you straightened yourself on the seat to watch the movie, the one with plot you never really got to know at this point. You did not realize how you never really responded to his sentence. 

He did not press over it again and you were glad. Instead of opening his mouth to ask for more, he put his hand over yours instead. A bold move, which surprised you, but his touch was oddly calming and in no time you found yourselves intertwining your fingers together. 

After the credits rolled, both of you stood up to exit but Jungkook quickly caught your right hand again, refusing to let go of it yet. You found it really adorable so you let him be. 

“Let me take you home, yeah?”

“But aren’t you worried? What if someone snoops around seeing the same car drops a random girl and then you later?” You reasoned. 

“You’re not some random girl.” 

You were both mad and smitten that he chose to focus on that. “That’s not the point.” 

“I know… it’s just,” He puffed his cheeks. “I wanna spend time with you more, I don’t really get breaks that often so…”

You almost let out an “aww”. You sighed, fighting the urge to just hug him right there on the spot. “Alright.”

“Yes!” He celebrated, throwing his left fist in the air. “Don't worry, I have a driver trailing from behind in case I get followed. I won't drop you in your specific apartment tower too, if that helps."

“You drove by yourself?”

“Kinda wanna chat just the two of us.”

Okay, you were now holding every fiber of yourself not to just jump and kiss him.

“Is that alright though?” You worried. 

“The staffs here already signed NDAs and stuff, so I hope so.” He shrugged. 

Nodding, you followed him to the parking basement, where he parked his car. He did not let go of your hand until he reached his car. Not minutes after starting his engine, he already was asking for your hand. His eyebrows wiggling playfully at you, while he whined about how he could comfortably drive with one hand. 

You were in no position to complain though, your hand felt too comfortable resting against his. It almost felt like it belonged there but saying that about Jungkook made you feel delusional. Despite actually going on a date with the man himself, it was still surreal for you, the idea of going out with your idol. 

“Do you think I’m going too fast?” 

“Your driving? I guess it’s alright.” You raised one of your eyebrow, looking at him. 

“You know what I mean.” He chuckled. “About this whole thing…”

Before you answered, he spoke again. 

“I get way too excited over these things, I don’t have that much experience and not to mention how I don’t really get that much time to do so.” He nervously laughed. “I’m a fucking twenty-six year old guy who gets way too excited over holding hands…” He shook his head. The curse word rolling out from his tongue actually sounded natural, somewhat sexy.

“I think you’re fine the way you are.” You squeezed his hand, patting the top of it with your other one. “Everyone experience life differently, and so what if you get excited over holding hands? You think I don’t?” You chuckled. 

“You do?!” He said cheerfully. “We’re such a great match already.” He joked. 

You rolled your eyes but your lips were curled into a shy smile. 

“I like you, like a lot.” Jungkook suddenly confessed, as if it was nothing. 

You almost jumped in your seat, looking to his direction. His eyes were on the road but he was smiling from ear to ear. 

This was it right? This was the moment of your dreams. You were literally dreaming about this.  The idol who you admired, confessing his feelings to you. But a small part of you thought about how wrong it was. You were putting a facade in front of him. While you did not lie or put up an act just to impress him, he still didn’t know that you were one of his fans. Will he get mad if he finds out? You’d rather not find out. 

“Jungkook, it’s…” 

“You don’t have to answer right now. We’ll see each other again, right?” This time he squeezed your hand, dragging it near his chest. You felt his heart beating rapidly. 

You kept quiet, only nodding silently. Looking at his direction suddenly felt stuffy so you looked at the window instead, the road and traffic lights kept you busy. 

It was not long after and he finally stopped at your destination. 

“I’ll see you again?” He said, voice sounding a little bit like a beg. 

“I… I can’t.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped slightly, he looked at you with furrowed brows. “Why?”

“I’m not who you think I am…” You looked away, backing off so your body hits the car door. 

“What’s that suppose to mean?” He leaned towards your direction, making you nervous. 

Panicking, you finally spilled the beans. “Jungkook, I’m actually your fan.” You breathed out. “I’m an army…”

You were so ready to get yelled and thrown out. This was gonna be the moment you wished you had never met—

“I know.”

“Wait, what???” You replied, voice almost a little too loud.

“I saw your little Koya charm in your bag when we first met, I was waiting for you to bring it up but you never say anything.”

Shit, guess you forgot to take that off. 

“But you said you were glad I’m not like those people…”

“And I don’t mean my fans? I was talking about those crazy stalkers and dispatch.” He looked at you in disbelief, almost as if he felt betrayed. 

“I… I don’t know what to say…” You blushed, the sudden realization hit you that Jungkook in fact had known about your secret since day one. 

“That was it right? That’s the only thing that I supposedly don’t know about you? You didn’t lie about anything else?”

“N-No, of course not…”

“Then my offer still stands, I’ll let you know when I’m free next.” He grinned. “If you want to?” 

“I want to…” You managed to say, in which seconds later the huge built guy launched towards you for a hug. 

“Hey!” You whined, but you were aware of how hot your face felt. Your whole body probably had turned red. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked impatiently, eyes big like a puppy asking for food. “I mean… it’s okay if you don’t want to?” He giggled. 

“I swear you're gonna be the death of me…" You groaned. "You don’t have to ask!” You pouted with your cheeks burning like crazy. 

He showed you his tooth-aching smile, one that turned his eyes into crescents, before he quickly dipped and met your lips. It was a short and soft peck. He did left it lingering for a few seconds before pulling back. You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were lowkey expecting more. 

“Good night.” He giggled. 

“Good night to you too, silly.” You laughed as well, hugging him close and pecked his cheek. 

He finally let you go so you could grab your bag. It was kinda awkward after all hugging in the car seat but oh well. You clicked open the car door, slowly stepping out. 

“Drive safe.” You said, looking back to him. 

He nodded before waving you goodbye. 

That night you went to bed with your eyes wide open. How could you even sleep? The whole scenario felt like you just receive something only someone who had won a war in their past life would get. You took your phone, wanting to text the guy who you totally did not have as your wallpaper now. 

There were already two bubbles of notification from him, but your eyes almost popped out reading the second one. 

“I have arrived safely! No one followed me! Hehe”

“Any chance you want a signed album from Namjoon-hyung? I can give you for a very low price of a single kiss! 💜”

Thank you for reading! 🍷

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A literal masterpiece

Life Goes On | Masterpost

Here is a collection of fanfics that all take place in the same universe, with all the members falling in love one after the other.

☆summary:  Being the biggest boy band in the world can make it hard to find love. But in time, everyone finds the one that they were meant to find, the person that was forever theirs to begin with. Even the Bangtan boys aren’t an exception to that most simple rule of the universe, as they fall in love in the most unexpected places

☆rating: 18+

☆genre: snippets of life, idol!au

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This is so Namjoon coded.

entirety ~ knj

namjoon is the complete package, except for the fact that he won’t make the first move.

✨ title: entirety | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ word count: 3.3k | ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni ✨ genre: fluff, pwp (there's some plot), smut ✨ warnings: mentions of a toxic ex-bf, clumsy cute namjoon, reader is horny, namjoon visual, kissing, consent is sexy, marking, fingering, big d*ck namjoon, oral (m receiving), protected sex, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, light spanking ✨ playlist (pls listen to these while reading 👀) ✨ a/n: thank you to yaz for the cute, clumsy namjoon bedroom scene. and last but not least, thank you to beautiful beta @here4kpopfics. ily. ✨ a/n 2: no, you're not seeing things and yes, i've already posted this before but i'm reposting bc....reasons.

Today, Namjoon has planned a little date to one of his favorite places, the Seoul Botanic Park. It's been on your list, and he must have remembered you talking about it. You thought it was sweet how much he listened to you ramble about the most random things. Honestly, it was a problem - you rambling, not him listening. He would bring you your favorite flowers or chocolate; you couldn't remember when you told him these things.

"Namjoon, these are beautiful," you said when he handed you a bouquet of sunflowers. You gestured for him to come in and then stupidly stepped forward, wanting to kiss him on the cheek, but he didn't even notice and brushed past you. So, you smiled and faked not being upset at his hot, clueless self.

You weren't sure what the issue was. The pair of you had great chemistry, at least you thought so, and had a lot in common. It felt as though you were on a reality dating show where the girl is super into the guy, but when in reality, he wasn't. Did it irk you a bit? Yes, because all you wanted was to climb him like a giant tree.

"Have I dressed appropriately for this occasion?" You looked down at your blue floral sundress compared to Namjoon's casual yellow sweatsuit and beanie.

He eyed you from head to toe, making your cheeks warm up. "Nah–you're perfect," he smiled, showing off one of your many Kim Namjoon weaknesses - his dimples.

"Lemme just put these in water, and then we'll go." Quickly, you ran into the kitchen, trying to find a vase to fill up. While opening the cupboard, you realized how short your dress was from the back, considering it was riding up as you reached up for the vase.

Namjoon cleared his throat, trying not to become aroused after seeing a sliver of your cheeky backside. "Here, I can get that for you."

The botanic garden was perfect - the atmosphere, the views, Namjoon. He held your hand the entire way, leading you through the conservatory. You caught stolen glances from him when you would squint to look at the information card for each plant, making a checklist of the ones you liked.

"What? Is there something on my face?" You asked, quickly reaching into your purse to grab your compact.

"No, I just–want to look at you," Namjoon said with his dimpled smile. He held his hand out, waiting for yours. You set your compact back in your purse before intertwining your hands with his. You quite liked how perfectly your hands fit into Namjoon's big warm ones. He happily swung your arm with his, wandering into the next part of the garden.

Your favorite part was the plant cafe. If you lived closer, you'd be there every day. Though you'd have to keep Namjoon's credit card because, knowing him, he'd come home with a new plant every time.

While at the cafe, you thought you'd test out a theory to see if Namjoon was physically trying to avoid you. Stupid, yes, but you needed confirmation.

He returned with the iced Americanos in hand, and you may or may not have accidentally tipped yours onto yourself to see if he'd help you clean it up. The most he did was hand you some napkins, with no intention of helping you dampen the coffee stains away. Sigh.

On the subway ride back, the work rush hour had begun, meaning everyone was packed like sardines. The good part about it was you were being smushed into Namjoon's big frame, unintentionally, of course. Still, Namjoon, being the gentleman he is, wiggled away from your ass as others began to crowd around you. Even a subway full of people couldn’t make this man crack under pressure; he'd always find a way to avoid accidentally touching you.

Namjoon did everything right by the book, and you shouldn't complain, considering your ex-boyfriend was a jerk. You should be glad that Namjoon was courteous, which was hard to come by these days.

"Hey, are you okay? I feel like you've been pretty quiet during this date. Did I do something wrong?" Namjoon asked with furrowed brows, taking a seat in one of your dining room chairs.

Yes and no, you thought to yourself. You wanted Namjoon to kiss you finally. Maybe be a little rough and passionate, get a little handsy, touch you like he wanted you–but here you were, twelve dates later, and the most you've done is hug and hold hands. You loved those things, and Namjoon has been a complete gentleman, but you were tired of waiting for him to make the next move.

"Do you find me attractive?" You asked, suddenly being bold in your approach to this gentle giant, leaning against the back of the couch, facing him.

Your question surprised him, causing him to blush and rub the back of his neck. "Of course I do. Why do you ask?"

"No reason," you mumbled, looking away from his gaze. Maybe Namjoon just wasn't sexually attracted to you, but why would he continue to go on dates with you if he wasn't or didn't see a future with you? You were confused and annoyed but didn't want to ruin the nice day the two of you were having.

Namjoon could see your frustration, so he extended his hand to you, and you took it because you wanted to feel needed. You slotted yourself between his legs, feeling embarrassed for being so bold. Maybe he needed to go at a slower pace. Have you ever thought about that?

He flashed a thin smile, softly brushing the back of your hand, "I like you. I do…I just…want to be mindful of giving you space."

His remark took you aback, "Wait, why?"

"Well…I remember you talking about your ex. And how he didn't treat you right, so…I just wanted to be careful not to do the same thing," Namjoon clarified, gazing into your eyes, waiting for you to say something.

Fuck. Was it too early to say you love this man already?

Your heart completely melted like butter. Namjoon was so sweet, and here you were, wanting him to touch you like the horny little slut that you are. He was waiting for you to initiate and feel safe around him. Namjoon was nothing like your ex-boyfriend, the complete opposite; he was everything you could want.

"Is that why you haven't kissed me yet? And have been avoiding physical contact?" It was almost a relief to hear him say that, so you weren't going crazy, and he probably is attracted to you.

His facial expression said yes. "I'm sorry, but I just didn't want to mess this up because I really like you."

You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer, eliminating the distance. You leaned down, nudging your nose with his.

"Can I kiss you?" Namjoon whispered, eyes darting between yours. His lips were so close, yet so far, enough to make your stomach somersault.

And you answered by pressing your lips against his. The kiss was tender and sweet, the two of you taking your time to explore one another for a minute or two, hands in each other's hair, pulling and tugging. Namjoon hesitated to wrap his arms around your waist, but you encouraged him.

To your surprise, Namjoon swiped his tongue at your bottom lip, begging to enter your mouth, and you let him, his tongue finally having a taste of yours. He cupped your face as he stood, slightly pulling away from your lips but quickly reconnecting. He didn't want to be away from them for too long.

Namjoon smiled into the kiss, letting out a low chuckle before asking, "Can I touch you?"

Who knew such a simple question would cause you to clench around nothing? Unwrapping your arms, you took Namjoon's hands, bringing one to massage your breasts, and then, taking the other, trailing down to your navel, reaching under your floral dress to your clothed heat, which was already stained with your arousal. You whimpered his name when he rubbed his digits in circles against your clit.

He tilted his head. "Baby…you're so wet for me already?"

Shamelessly nodding at his question. You looked at him with darkened eyes, "You don't need to be gentle with me, Joonie." His eyes fluttered shut, groaning at your words, causing his erection to twitch in his yellow sweats. "But first, can I touch you?" Your eyes wandered to the evident erection.

He hummed a yes, and that's all you needed before dropping to your knees. Your manicured fingers are at the elastic hem, ready to pull down his sweats and find out what's been hiding underneath these twelve dates. You shimmied his boxers and pants, keeping your eyes on the prize–and a giant prize it was. Your mouth was slightly watering, ready to take on this challenge.

Namjoon glanced at you, thinking you looked so pretty on your knees for him. He didn't want to rush anything and was fine with taking it slow, but he wanted this too. He gently moved a piece of hair out of your face, caressing your cheek. "You okay, pretty?" He asked, as his heart was pounding, blood rushing to the girthy length staring you in the face.

You assured him by placing your hand around the base of his cock, causing him to grunt and jerk forward. You put your other hand behind his thigh, tugging him further towards you. He was already leaking pre-cum, and you didn't hesitate to taste it. Namjoon hissed at the slightest touch from your tongue. He couldn't wait until he was entirely inside the warmth of your mouth.

But you didn't take him fully in your mouth, not yet. You wanted to give some attention to his balls first, gently sucking on them while stroking him from the base to the tip. His fingers grazed your scalp, encouraging you to keep going. "Fuck, baby--" Namjoon moaned. And that's when you licked your lips and swirled your tongue around his reddened tip, taking him inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat.

Namjoon panted, chest heaving as you bobbed up and down his cock, your hand around the part you couldn't fit in your mouth. He didn't know how long he would last if you kept going like this.

"Baby-baby-baby--I don't wanna come yet," he pleaded, motioning for you to stand. The colors of your knees matched the tip of his cock. He leaned down to kiss you, tasting himself on your tongue. His hands untie your dress, allowing a complete view of your matching lingerie set. Namjoon's grin in full approval of it. "God, you're so sexy."

He crouched down, hooking his arms underneath your thighs, causing you to yelp. While your legs were straddled around Namjoon's hips, he grasped tightly to hold you in place as he shuffled to the bedroom. Granted, his pants and boxers were still around his ankles, and he was doing his best to maneuver you.

Namjoon, being the cute but clumsy giant he is, stumbled on a pair of shoes at the foot of your bed, unexpectedly throwing you on the bed. You squealed at the sudden jolt against your duvet and pillows. He mumbled an apology. That was not his intention, but you didn't mind—you kind of like being thrown around by him.

Sitting up, you rid yourself of the floral dress and bra, freeing your breasts for Namjoon to see. You decided to keep your panties on–for now. Laying back and propping yourself up on your elbows, you waited for Namjoon to undress. You'd seen his dick, and you wanted to see the rest.

He stood at the edge of the bed, taking every inch of you in, and his shyness began to take over, but seeing you sprawled on the bed in this position, made it quickly dissipate. Namjoon took off his beanie, tossed it on the floor, then lightly ruffled his hat hair.

Growing impatient, you crawled on your knees towards him. He attempted to pull off his yellow sweatshirt, but it became caught on his big 'ol head. The two of you laughed before he finally discarded it along with his shirt.

You sat, feet tucked underneath you, drinking him all in. No one could have guessed that Namjoon was chiseled like a Greek God by his casual, loose clothing. You loved his style, but fuck–you definitely did not want him wearing fitted clothing. He was for your eyes only.

His honey skin glistened beneath what was left of the day's sunlight, his taut pecs ready to be pounded on like he was Tarzan, and god–his abs, you just wanted to run your tongue down every rift and canyon.

"Like what you see?" Namjoon said with a smirk. Your eyes watched as he stroked himself.

You bit your bottom lip, imagining how well he'd fill you up. Shamelessly, you nodded, waiting to see what he’d do next.

Namjoon chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss in the crook of your neck, sucking on your warm skin and continuing to move along to your collarbone and the top of your chest. One hand massaging your breast, causing your nipple to harden - and you’ve decided that you loved having his hands on you. Your body was aching, yearning for him to continue, and he must have read your mind - his other hand pulled down your panties, flinging them to the ground, and gently rubbed circles on your clit, making you gasp at his touch.

Hovering over you, he fully enveloped your breast in his mouth. You arched your back and squirmed underneath, hands threaded through his dark locks, mewling his name along with curses. He unexpectedly pulled away, muffling your moans with more kisses.

Your pussy was already wet, and a mess before Namjoon slipped two fingers into your entrance. An audible whimper escaped when he gathered your juices, spreading it between your folds and pumping his long digits back in. You couldn’t see him with your eyes closed, but he was grinning devilishly at how easily you were unraveling for him. Namjoon pumped his fingers urgently in and out of your cunt, seeing as your twisted expression and little yelps of pleasure assured him that you were close.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” Namjoon asked in a low, husky tone, kissing you again. The knot in your stomach intensely reached its peak, legs unsteady, shaking uncontrollably as your walls clenched around his fingers. He continued pumping in and out of you, riding out your high–your wetness making lewd noises when he finally pulled out of you. He didn’t even have his mouth on you, yet, no other man has made you come so hard by just using their fingers.

You already looked fucked out of your mind, but Namjoon couldn’t resist pushing up your legs so that he could have a taste. “Oh god–just fuck me already!” you covered your mouth when you realized you said your thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry–I just–I didn’t mean to say that out loud for you to hear.”

Namjoon let out a hearty laugh, his eyes taking a crescent shape, causing his dimple to form. "Well, I shouldn't deny my girl what she wants, hmm?" His expression suddenly darkened, dragon eyes now on display, ready to fuck you like he’s wanted to after the first date.

God, he's so sexy, so big, and strong. You just wanted him to do nasty, unspeakable things to you, but that'll come in time.

Namjoon leaned down to kiss you, "Condoms?"

You love a safe king.

Pointing to the nightstand by your bed, Namjoon quickly reached over, pulling out the box, grabbing a foil wrapper, and ripping it open. You watched him closely as he rolled the condom down his length - putting on a condom should not be this sexy. Maybe it was just your pussy doing all the thinking.

He smiled, catching a glimpse of you watching him. "Lay down," he ordered. You did as he asked, legs spread, ready to go. Namjoon crawled towards you, his big frame hovering over you. "You're gorgeous, baby."

Your cheeks warmed up from his compliment. "You know how to make a girl blush right before you fuck her."

Namjoon grinned at your remark. He started stroking himself, placing his cock at your entrance. He looked at you one more time before slowly pushing into your sex, eyes rolling back, mewling at how he stretched you out. When he bottomed out, he leaned forward, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of you, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “You’re so fucking tight–I’m not gonna last long.”

You smiled at his comment, nudging your nose against his cheek, pressing a kiss into his jaw, and encouraging him to continue. His strokes were slow and long, hips rolling tenderly in and out of your pussy, making sure you could feel every inch of him. His eyes focused on watching his cock disappear into your body; it was something he could watch forever if he could.

Namjoon started to pick up the pace, grunting and panting heavily while he thrust into you. Pounding into your cunt over and over, easily hitting your g-spot. “Joon–,” you softly repeated his name, but he was too caught up in the moment to realize you were talking to him, so you pulled him down for a kiss. “Joonie–can I?”

He’d been doing all the work so far; you wanted to show him a little love too–you didn’t want to be selfish. You directed him to lay on his back, his big cock sprung in the air, waiting to be swallowed up by your pussy again. To his surprise, you didn’t sit facing him–but rather away from him. Your ass on full display made him groan in pleasure when you sank back down onto him; the view was enough to blow his load.

Plants. He thought about plants to steady his mind.

“Shit–baby–you’re gonna be the death of me.”

You smirked as you began rolling your hips in a merciless rhythm, leaning forward, holding onto his legs so he could get a better view. He muttered a few curse words before grabbing ahold of your hips and thrusting into you from below, causing you to yelp.

As much as Namjoon loved seeing your backside, he'd rather see your pretty face and tits. "Fuck–baby, turn around. I want you to see how hard you make me come," Namjoon commands.

Can Namjoon be any hotter right now?

With a grin, you obey, finding yourself facing him. You could tell he was trying to hold it together, but you knew he'd come the second you sat back down on him.

Your hands pressed against his pecs as you aligned your entrance with his cock. A breath hitched in your throat as he stretched you out again, the pressure in his belly building to its peak. His hands grasped at your waist as he thrust into you from below like before. Namjoon bit his bottom lip; he really loved watching his cock disappear in and out of you.

His heart was pounding underneath your hand, and his quick, breathy grunts informed you he was close. You decided it was time to help by pushing against his thrusts. The two of you are in a frantic state of chasing his climax.

Namjoon’s groans were growing louder, as were the sounds of your bodies smacking against one another. He began to lose his composure, the muscles in his lower abdomen tightening every second, finally building to have its sweet release.

But what really pushed him over the edge was when you straightened up, one hand on his abdomen and the other massaging his balls.

“Fuck–” Namjoon cried out, throwing his head back further into the bed. The shockwaves of his orgasm made him writhe under you, and his expression twisted in pleasure as you milked everything that he had.

When he finally returned to reality, he flashed the biggest grin you’d seen. “That good, huh?” You teased, leaning down to kiss him.

“I have no idea why I waited so long to do this,” he said, removing a stray hair away from your face.

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this love | jeon jungkook - 002

pairing ; jungkook x fem! reader.  

genre ; arranged marriage, fluff, smut, lots of angst, jealous! oc | three parts

summary ; because nothing hurts more than the feeling of someone making you whole only for them to rip the other half from you.

word count ; 4.8k

chapter warnings ; LOTS OF FEELINGS INVOLVED, pure angst, physical fight (not jk and oc obv), idk abt yall but we all need someone like Jimin. lots of crying JIMINNNN <3333 

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a/n ; so happy that u all love pt. 1 cRIES, thank u for sharing ur thoughts they motivate me to write and give u the best content as much as possible i suggest to read the first chapter bc this can’t be a stand alone <33 also part 3 will be the final chapter of this story so pls look forward to it :D ENJOYYY 

ps. stream take two, I CRIED THE MOMENT I HEARD THE FIRST LINE ok thats all goodbye jhsdjs 

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𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐈𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞-𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐬. ���𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞-𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫

Hello and welcome to a PAC I promised for Brazilian Valentine's Day and then didn't deliver. Welp, here I am now! This is entirely based on @vantaesfairie's PAC, which is here. I divided this PAC in two sections, one longer than the other, because the first is about the dream partner and the second is about the real one. It was funny: While writing the dream one I only got a few things, but when I got to the real person, I started getting all sorts of different details and etc, which makes me think that it was, obviously, because now I was talking about a living, breathing person. Also, if you felt dragged by the first part of this reading, don't worry. I got dragged as well. It's life. I also chose Tom and Summer for obvious reasons.

Also, this PAC is cursed :) It didn't want to be posted, so I hope it at least brings someone joy. Disclaimer: Tarot does not replace any sort of advice from a trusted professional that went to college for 8+ years to be there. It also does not always get things right. The future changes all the time and a responsible tarot reader can only assure 80% of their readings will be correct at any given point in time. Remember to take what you look at and go “huh, that could be me,” and leave the rest. Be conscious about your tarot content consumption and drink lotsa agua, amigo(a)(x).

Pile 1

Signifiers for you to know if this is your pile: You might be very emotional. You could be into photography (and have a blog dedicated to it). You could also be into plays. You might like or have a more dark-academia inspired aesthetic. You might have been born in Spring or like flowers. You could be heterossexual. You could have a (repressed or not) fear of commitment, or have been non-committal before. You could have a hourglass body. You could be considered tall. Horror could be your favorite genre. You could like to wear the color black, or have black as your favorite color. You might hear the sound of car horns all the time. You could be of mixed race. You could have been born in the month of December, July or May. You could be a Capricorn, Virgo or Sagittarius (or have those in any position in your chart). You could like the sound of rain or rainy weather in general.

Cards: Magician, Five of Swords, Six of Swords, Eight of Wands, Wheel of Fortune rx, Nine of Cups rx, Hierophant, Emperor.

Your Idealized Life-Partner:

Pile 1, your idealized life partner seems to be someone who can accomplish anything. They might even be rich, a CEO, or just someone who has an entrepreneurial feel to them. Definitely someone who is a bit of a daredevil. In your head, they are charismatic, have a good smile, a good career and a good life. They might like to transit through expensive restaurants, have an expensive taste and an expensive wardrobe. This is someone who definitely wears things who scream luxury, who people know are powerful in some way or another. With the Five of Swords, you might also want someone cutthroat, confident, who is not afraid to leave bad situations behind. Your idealized partner is a person who oozes what some call "masculine energy," someone who is not afraid to demonstrate they are in charge.

With the Six of Swords, they also need to be someone who went through a lot in life. Someone who's brooding a lot, a Bruce Wayne kind of vibe. Tortured, sad, someone who understands how hard life can be. This is also someone who is good with taking people out of this situation, who can care for you, who can give you strength, and who can take you from point A to point B emotionally (and, for some, sexually too). With the Eight of Wands, this person also must be someone who can let things go easily. I keep envisioning a person with an acoustic guitar, at the beach, with an easy smile on their face.

You might also not want someone who is fleeting, with the Wheel reversed. Your idealized partner is not someone who changes their mind, their moods or their body. Someone who stays the same, someone solid, someone fixed. You want someone with both feet on the ground. This also segues nicely into the Nine of Cups reversed, someone who doesn't drink maybe, or someone who doesn't like to party, doesn't like to go out, doesn't like to have a good time with friends, and who prefers to stay at home with you, themselves or a dog. You might also want someone who is confident, but keeps this confidence in until it's needed. Someone who's charismatic, but introverted, who doesn't lure people in. Someone who likes to go out, but to the beach or easy going places, like a restaurant, a cafe, a museum, or places like that.

With the Hierophant, they either need to be very traditional when it comes to religion (which might be important to some of you) or traditionally masculine, take the male role seriously (a husband and father, strictly). They need to be able to dominate, to possess, in a lot of different ways, to mark their territory somehow. People need to look at them and you and know they "own" you somehow. Someone you can bow to in a way, someone you can respect. They have their hand on the small of your back at all times and back off if you wanna touch my partner (but in a way that doesn't come off as totally possessive and it's actually sort of cool if you think about it, like he's protecting you and all that) (and yes, that was a bit sarcastic, but don't shoot the tarot reader, I have a family and so do you, and you don't wanna go to jail because of me).

With The Emperor, the Hierophant is solidified. Someone who exudes power, but who is a very good emotional support, someone who has their life together, who can support you and a family with their job, who can help others in need if that is necessary. Someone who, again, rules over all. With the Star, your ideal partner might even be someone who's famous, someone who has a je ne sais quoi, someone who's popular, who everyone wants, but only you can get. This is someone that is sort of a trophy partner, who you can show off, but better yet, someone who can show you off, to all of their likewise popular peers. Someone you can show in pictures with, travel, and generally live the high life with.

The Life-Partner You'll End Up With:

Cards: Seven of Pentacles, Lovers, Moon, Two of Pentacles, Ace of Swords rx, Ace of Cups, King of Swords, Six of Cups rx.

The person you'll end up with is someone that I'm seeing is calm on the outside and very anxious on the inside (although they can be very patient, I'll get to that). They give me shy person vibes, one of those people who stay in the corner, who hide their faces with their hands in pictures. Someone who shakes slightly when they drink coffee, who might not be able to take caffeine very well. This is someone who understands that nothing in life comes easy, or free, which is disappointing to them, but expected. They are someone who hates waiting, but who are still willing to do a lot of for the stuff they truly want to have, one of which might be you someday.

They can be, however, someone who just hates to sit around for things to arrive, so if it's not something they truly truly want, they're out of there in a minute. Always on the go to an exaggerated degree. They might have had several partners, several jobs, several different interests, etc. Different from the Wheel reversed, they are the Wheel upright in some cases. Always on the go. All of these ambitions are definitely on the realm of the same, though (so they might have a career goal they want and all their jobs were more or less leading there in some way, for example). Although, for some of you, they change everything often. They might even change their hair, style, mode of speaking, every 3-4 years (likely less for fashion).

With the Lovers, this is your soulmate though, the person you'll truly want to end up with. This is not a game or a joke, this is the one who'll be able to handle you as well as you can handle them. They might not be as solid as you wish they were, or as shiny like the Star, but they are very very interesting in their own regard. They also do have that magnetism that you are looking for, that thing that lures you to them. To some, it might even be a magnetism that lures everyone. This person might have no problem finding partners and their lives always seem to be going up in that regard. They are lucky in love.

With the Moon, this person is mysterious in someway. There's just a lot about them you don't know. They might have nightmares often, have a darker style of clothing, a darker way of expressing themselves... Something about them in general is clouded in shadows. Someone who might have alluring eyes, that when you look into you know that they are hiding something, something interesting about them that you can't wait to find out, but that few (the close ones, mostly) do. They might also look very good in the dark colors I mention and have a preference for the night. A night owl.

With the Two of Pentacles, htis is someone hardworking and who is always juggling things. At first, they might not have the flashiest jobs, but they have lots of them, to make ends meet. Their willingness to always be on the go, their energy is what propels them forward and what makes them create opportunities out of thin air. They are never gonna be out of a job, for example, even "shitty" jobs, because they can always run and get another one. Lucky in love, somewhat lucky in business, too. They also seem to be someone who'll achieve their goals eventually, because they are so ambitious (what those goals are, however, I can't tell, because it's different for everyone). Either way, this is someone very passionate, but very lost. They can also be quite funny, quite sweet. They are more delicate than your ideal partner, more vulnerable. They could have been a punching bag at school, and hold the scars near (which is why they are so shy), but that is for some of you (although I do believe that most people who picked this pile's partners holds some sort of scarring over things that people said or did to them).

With the Ace of Swords reversed, this doesn't seem to be a very logical person. They might be emotionally driven. They could cry or express themselves emotionally in any way very frequently. They give me an artist archetype, or someone who works with people's emotions. They could be a counselor or a psychologist (even through their lack of logic, the goal of picking up this profession here is to help people, to make them understand themselves). With the Ace of Cups here, they like to know that the people around them are well taken care of, that they are happy, and that they, themselves, are happy. That also goes for you, of course. They don't seem to be someone who gives their life to solely to you, because they have a lot of people and things they love. However, their emotional dedication is unmatched. If you have a problem and you ask them to stay home with you, they'll stay, but this communication is important. This is someone who has a lot on their plate, at all times, and they might not be able to see it if you don't let them know.

Now, the King of Swords threw me off, so I took a clarifier and the Chariot came out. The King of Swords seems, to me, the person your life-time partner is becoming. Someone who knows who to give love to, someone who can apply this logic they don't have naturally to things and people. They are growing into a very mature, wisened person. The King of Pentacles being the bottom deck energy also attracted my attention, so throughout the duration of your relationship with them, you are gonna see their energy becoming more fixed, and grounded. They are gonna flourish right before your eyes into a full person (and that doesn't necessarily mean they are very young, people have coming of age stories even in their thirties. I know because I live with a thirty-something year old I call my sister). They might not be the person you bow to, but they are definitely gonna be your equal and someone you are proud to say is your life-partner. In fact, many people, upon hearing you're dating them, might be overjoyed because they are wonderful (and your perfect match in every way). There might even be tears involved, for some. This person might have been through hell with relationships, or you have before you meet them, so it'll be like a glass of cold water in the dessert.

Last, but not least, with the Six of Cups reversed, this might be someone who's not very good with their past. Doesn't like talking about it. They won't conceal it, but they won't dwell on it, like an open wound. You'll need to be more careful with your actual life-partner than you'd have to be with your idealized one. As much as they can and will take care of you in your time of need, you'll have to do the same. You'll put in your weight in this relationship too. They might also not have a good relationship with their family, to some, with friends, to others, with people in general. They could have been quite hurt, again, so thread carefully, because if this person lets you in, you are surely someone they trust and they are a keeper through and through.

Some signifiers for your Life-Partner: Might be into plays. They could like to wear the color black often. They could wear hoodies often as well. Their favorite mythological creature could be the vampire. Their style could be dark-academia. They could like to watch period-dramas or old films in general. The moon came out, so this reinforces what I said about their mysterious nature, but they could also have a connection to the moon in general. They could have been born on the months of September or July. They could have the signs of Sagittarius or Gemini anywhere in their charts, but especially in the 10th or 5th house. Considering these are numbers that came out, you could also meet them in 5 months, 5 years, etc, the same going for 10. Their initials could be P, F or W.

Pile 2

Signifiers for you to know if this is your pile: You could enjoy photography. You could be loyal. You could identify as gay or queer. You could be warm toned and considered a colder person, or vice versa (or even warm toned and considered warm, and again vice versa). You could have a close relationship to the moon. You could have been born in April. You could have been born in Winter or Fall. You could like to wear hats or accessories. You could have piercings. You could have dark, black or red hair. You could be thin. You could be chubby. You could have a medium skin tone. You could have a heart shaped face. You could have Capricorn or Taurus anywhere in your chart, but especially in the 6th or 10th house. These signs can also be retrograde or you could have a retrograde sign on your chart. You initials could be Z, P, K, N, H, W, J or X.

Cards: King of Swords, King of Pentacles, High Priestess, Seven of Cups, Hermit, Blank Card™, Moon, Lovers.

This is someone who gives me wise vibes. Someone who is floating above the ground in a cloud of peace and love (on planet Earth). Someone who is definitely a guru. That's the general gist of what I'm seeing here. Your idealized partner is someone who's smart, who has a sharp smile and a loving aura to them.

With the King of Swords, this might be someone who's good with their words, who's sharp. They are someone intelligent, well-read, even well-travelled. Could speak many languages, could be an avid reader, all of those. They are also someone who is in good possession of their mental faculties, who are able to logically understand many things about life, even if they haven't experienced them empirically. The King of Pentacles beside this card, also showcases you want someone who is grounded, stable, loyal and, to some, older than you. Someone who's established in someway (although maybe not as much as Pile 1's person). The dad from Full House, for example. Has a good job, three kids, is a widower. Perfect. You might have a thing for "dad archetypes" because they embody this stability you are looking for.

With the High Priestess, your idealized partner is also someone who embodies this knowledge of spirituality, who understands the occult or who just understands in general. They could be someone highly intuitive, who can read people well just by looking at them. Someone who doesn't get in trouble often, someone squeaky clean. In your head, you might also want a person who can read you effortlessly, without you having to explain what you want. Someone who, again, understands, and most of all understands you and what you are all about without the vulnerability on your part.

You might also want someone who has many options, with the Seven of Cups, someone who is not just one thing. They could be an artist, but in that middle they're a director, a musician, a painter. Someone who has multiple jobs, multiple interests. Your idealized partner is multi-faceted. An alternative to this interpretation would be someone who has a lot of anxiety (as the Seven of Cups can represent that) and who controls it well, who has a busy life but can balance it perfectly. They should be, in your head, someone who easily gives time to you, kids, dogs, work and hobbies. Someone with their shit together, basically, in all areas of life.

With the Hermit, your idealized partner is also someone who knows themselves well, who has been through a dark night of the soul and came back, who, again, understands. Someone who is alright with spending time by themselves, someone independent. This person might also be cuddly, someone you can sleep next to (which is a message to someone). Still, what this card mostly speaks about is, again, a guru sort of figure, who learned from their own lives and now can help others with this. This card also gives me a lot of peace, a lot of calm. Someone who is a patient parent, partner and figure, who never, not once, loses their calm or needs help themselves (at least not for long).

With the blank card, you want someone who's always surprising you, who you never know completely. Someone who's never dull, even in all of their dullness, who has a rich inner life. With the Moon, it's the same thing. In fact, the High Priestess would also fit here. Someone who is more than they show, and who show this side only to you, because you are the one they trust the most out of everyone else in their life. This is a good segue to the Lovers. Your idealized partner is your soulmate, the one who completes you, who might be like you in every way even. Someone who you know is your soulmate, your twin flame, someone who is your destined one. Someone to whom you can also show these hidden parts of your life and never be judged. Your number one person.

The Life-Partner You'll End Up With:

Cards: Star, Three of Pentacles, Blank Card™, Four of Cups, Three of Swords rx, Six of Pentacles, Queen of Swords, Emperor.

With the Star, the person you'll end up with might be way less calm than you want them to be. Again, I don't like giving these sorts of messages, but to SOME of you they might even have some sort of notoriety somewhere. They are more similar to the person who pile 1 idealized (but not to an extreme extent, just here and there) to the one you idealized. They could be popular, rich, famous, or good with their business. A showy person, an entrepreneur, an orator in anyway. This person could have been valecditorian (if you are American) or top of their class (as much as, for some, they could have been the complete opposite, no in between. This person travels by extremes, because they are known for this). They are good with words, but more to the funny extent. They could weave sentences that are quite unique, for a few of you. For others, they could speak very formally, but if you listen closely, you'll realize their speech is full of double entendres. Definitely just as well read as you'll wish them to be, but with a caveat. They don't necessarily read the self-help, non-fiction books, but everything: Comics, manga, fantasy, drama, horror (big with them), whatever catches their fancy (even cereal boxes). Much more chaotic in their approach to life. They could also be the one everyone wants to be like, the one everyone loves (or hates, again, no in between). They're a wish fulfilment to many.

With the Three of Pentacles they are someone who is always with a large group. Life of the party situation, but also, obviously at work. Amazing at working in a team, and could be the head easily (however, I see that they might not want this often, if at all). They like to talk to people as well, and could be quite extroverted. This is someone everyone has a good word to say about: How funny, how witty, how devilishly smart, how cunning. Someone who understands people, like you wished them to, but for worse. Good at manipulation (although I sense most of you can see right through that), and sometimes doesn't even do it on purpose. They are simply so good with getting others to do what they want, or in convincing others of their opinion, that it doesn't compute that someone would go against them without this person being able to sway them. They can make their friends laugh, but perhaps not a room, so maybe they have a weird or wacky sense of humor. Still, they are charming, and good enough that, one on one, everyone ends up falling for them a little bit.

They are also someone who, again, prefers to be part of the team, and they are quite good with their hands. They have many things they are good at, actually, but they aren't proficient in all. It's interesting, cause I feel like everything you wished for, you're sort of getting, but slightly to the left than what you truly envisioned (chaotic, definitely), sort of like the Universe's personal "prank" on you. This person is here to teach you how to let loose. They are more immature than the dad archetype you wanted and someone who might not be interested in ever being like that, ever (although they can be stable in their own way).

With the Blank Card this is a person who always has something up their sleeve, who is always coming up with a new idea, a new way of seeing life. They're way more exciting than dull. All over the place would be a good way to describe it. They are definitely not someone who you can predict very often, and you might be horrified by that, cause you might not enjoy uncontrolled surprises. They love it, though, the look on your face when they come up with something that can be ghastly, or insane. Like a streamer I watch told his girlfriend that (I don't exactly remember what it was, so I'll replace it) he wants to build the biggest straw horse in the world, and that he wants to save money for that, so he can get into the guinness world records book (or something to this effect). His girlfriend (now fiancé) was annoyed and said that he needed to spend his money on things that make sense. He told her that this wasn't hurting anyone and that it was something that made sense. The conversation ended with them agreeing that they need to support each other's dreams, and that includes her support of his stupid dream of building the biggest straw horse in the world (very reasonable and true). I feel like this is something that's valid for this pile too, except that this person will ACTUALLY build the damned straw horse and you'll have to give it to them, it looks pretty sick actually (not to say that the streamer I watch won't achieve his dream, I believe you Spiff, even if I don't remember what the dream is exactly).

With the Four of Cups, this person might get tunnel vision quite easily. Like I said, if this person has a goal, however stupid (straw horse stupid), they'll achieve it, and they might become obsessed with it. They could overlook opportunities, and their life, in pursuit of what they truly want. However, I'm also sensing that this person could be swayed by pleasures quite easily, or get lazy if they aren't "hyperfixating" on this (or not interested enough). A toddler's attention spam. They could also fall into depression or anxiety and just see that, no way out---buuuut I believe they have somehwat of a sunny disposition, with the next card, so I won't affirm this with too much security (for some, though, yes). They could also become obsessed with people easily and think that everyone's the one, when they are not (relatable stuff). Very romantic, very confident in themselves (in this regard and the achieving things regard) to an extreme (but not dangerous, just endearing) extent.

With the Three of Swords reversed this person definitely had a lot on their plate, BUT they definitely hide it away to keep their sunny disposition. I don't think it's necessarily a secret, you know, everyone knows their story, their traumas and etc, but they talk about it and then move on to more fun themes. They live on in spite of all of this, in spite of the past hurts, and, to some, even alongside them. They are a part of this person through and through, but not their driving force. They are at peace with the pain of life, and the pain that will come, and this will never prevent them from doing anything. Feel the fear and do it anyway. The Self-Respect essay that Joan Didion wrote for vogue (it's been a while since I mentioned Didion here, and it's the same essay I used as the basis of my Didion inspired PAC): "Like Jordan Baker, people with self-respect have the courage of their mistakes. They know the price of things. If they choose to commit adultery, they do not then go running, in an access of bad conscience, to receive absolution from the wronged parties; nor do they complain unduly of the unfairness, the undeserved embarrassment, of being named corespondent. If they choose to forego their work—say it is screenwriting—in favor of sitting around the Algonquin bar, they do not then wonder bitterly why the Hacketts, and not they, did Anne Frank. [...] They are willing to invest something of themselves; they may not play at all, but when they do play, they know the odds." They understand themselves perfectly.

With the Six of Pentacles, this person is wary of other people who want things from them. The truth is that people have ripped them to shreds and they have helped every single one, only to then be left with nothing. People did not care about them one bit. The pockets were full of holes and they had no idea that they would never be satisfied. So, they might not give easily, but when they do, they do it generously. They might make large donations to charity (if they have the money), help the homeless, volunteer in several places, and the best of all is that you're not gonna know any of it until you are either together or you bump into them doing these charity runs. To them, it's something everyone should do, and not necessarily something to brag about. Very lowkey about how much they actually help others (if they believe these others are worthy of it, and are not gonna just take, take and take).

With the Queen of Swords, their mode of thinking is a little softer, like a mother who points out the flaws in logic in an argument with their children. Someone who doesn't run over people with their own ideas often (although they do give their opinion quite boisterously) and who understands that there is a certain arrogance to just affirming things without giving space for it all to end up being a lie. They also know that others have their own way of seeing life and fluctuate between respectful and genuinely interested in knowing why others think the way they do, and what makes them so different from them. They are a truly unique person in this regard, this want to understand and not merely judge. They are not here to judge, in fact, if at all. Sure, they are a person who has flaws, many of them, and they will eventually make a comment or have a less than pleasant attitude, but overall they hope people can have the same attitude as them about the whole thing and understand that they are merely a person (which is not as common as they may wish it was).

Last, but certainly not least, we got the Emperor. This is the confident, boisterous, strong. I don't really think this person wants to be the man of the house per se, or the boss, but they are definitely a father figure (although not the soft dad archetype, more the fun, daring dad archetype, the one people have crazy stories about like "My dad brought several stray animals home and one time he adopted a spider" or "one time my dad fought a bear while drunk" or "my dad tried to set his school on fire in the fourth grade" (actual story from one of my family members, didn't say which, and the fire didn't take). Things like that). They are ready to set the rule if it needs be and they'll be wonderful at disciplining children (and then taking them out to ice cream or an amusement park, when they're being good or when they understood the lesson). They can be stricter than you believe they are, although they're just as chaotic and free. All in good measure, a balance of sorts. Once you are married, you'll see how quickly he'll like to organize things, put everything in its proper place, so it is all divided equally: Money, chores, etc. They like to co-rule the place though, so they need someone who's just as strong by their side. Someone who'll listen to them and understand, someone who'll agree with their order of things. All in all, a stronger leader than you believe them to be, which will be very welcome, especially if you are someone who can't organize things as well. They'll make sure all is taken care of.

Some signifiers for your Life-Partner: They could be bissexual. They could like the color orange or wear it a lot. Their favorite mythological creature could be the vampire OR they've been compared to vampires a lot. They could have no pets or own a dog. They could be somewhat famous. They could have PTSD or, likely, complex PTSD. They could be white or like the color white. Alternatively, they could have darker skin. Their body type could be mesomorph. They could have a skater boy/girl style or a dark academia one. They could be considered tall. They could have been born on the month of November. They could have Cancer anywhere in their chart, but especially in the 11th or 9th (and also I keep hearing that one of their family members might have had this disease or even died of it. They could also like the song Cancer by My Chemical Romance). They could also have a retrograde sign there. Their initials could be S or T.

Pile 3

Signifiers for you to know if this is your pile: You might be in your 30s. You could have an inverted triangle body. You couuld be curvy. Your style could be emo or leaning towards that. You could be quite loyal. You could have been born in the months of June or May. You could like sunlight a lot, or simply see it a lot. You might like to watch a lot of documentaries. Your favorite animals could be spiders, foxes or snakes, or you embody qualities of those animals (you might also see them often). You could be a dominant Venus or Saturn. You could have Taurus and Sagittarius anywhere in your charts, but especially in the 12th, 8th or 7th. You could be a water dominant. You could have the master number 44 somewhere in your numerology, or this number is quite important. Your initials could be F, H, L V, Y and T.

Cards: King of Wands, Eight of Swords, Nine of Wands, Five of Cups, Sun, Queen of Pentacels, Ace of Pentacles rx, Strength.

Your Idealized Life-Partner:

With the King of Wands, your idealized life partner might be the Christian Grey archetype. They are confident, they take no shit, they are the possessive man, the passionate, fiery guy. Similar to pile 1, but not quite. This has more of a juvenile vibe, a bad-boy kind of thing. Someone who likes to have fun, to go out, to take you for a spin in their car. Someone who'll make you feel like you are in heaven in every way, who'll reform only for you baby, you are the person who's gonna tame the beast. They are also, obviously, a King, and not a Knight, so you might want them to be older, to be bigger in every way.

With the Eight of Swords, I am trying to keep it PG, but this also reminds me of Christian Grey. This is what you want them to do to you. This pile is quite horny. I feel like your idealized partner is the one who's gonna give you a great time altogether, but who's more passionate than traditionally romantic. With the Nine of Wands beside the Eight, though, I believe you also want them to take care of your bruises after you're done, to soothe you. They might also, in your head, be someone who has been bruised before, but who can hold his own in a fight. Someone who stands tall for what he believes in, and who can embody a more macho archetype. Masculine energy, like pile 1, again, regardless of gender.

With the Five of Cups, you want someone who understands the pain of life and with the Sun, someone who rises above it completely. Someone who likes to dance in spite of the rain, who'll always be happy go lucky. They're never sad and they're always available to give you some form of contentment, be it an adventure or sex. They might also cook and make you a big breakfast when you're down, or sing and be able to serenade you. The stereotype that comes to mind is the latino one. The fiery man with a big heart, big passionate feelings, who always knows how to conquer their person, to seduce them, etc.

With the Queen of Pentacles, your ideal partner, again, knows how to keep their house clean and in order. They're more of a house-partner to you, so you might want a traditional relationship (in the sense that someone stays in and someone goes to work, but you're not the one staying in, etc). You might also want someone softly grounded, who lays down the rule but doesn't boss you around (outside of you-know-where), so strong, but soft when they have to be. They could also be good with finances, with kids, everything. Kind of guy to wear an apron and to make you dinner when you're to tired to cook.

With the Ace of Pentacles reversed, I took the Queen of Swords clarifier. Again, a queen, so someone who has a balanced feminine/masculine energy could be your idealized partner. Yes confident, yes they take no shit, except for your shit, that they always take because they love and respect you. With these two cards, I sense you want someone who knows what to do when you are both down on your luck, who can get out of financial hurdles scat free. Someone who understands the world and who is able to make money easily, in spite of it all.

With the Strength card, your ideal partner is, again, strong, but in all facets of life. A source of extreme sunlight, capable of burning eyes, always there to protect your honor, but also perfectly able to take it when you are not in the mood for it. Someone who's never going to go against you that much, who'll always be tamed by you, like I said before. In short, someone who'll leave you perfectly free to do whatever, but who'll be there when you need an adventure or two.

The Life-Partner You'll End Up With:

Cards: Lovers, Sun, Queen of Pentacles, Ten of Swords, Eight of Pentacles rx, World, Six of Wands, Judgement.

Like Pile 1, you're gonna end up with your soulmate. Yay! I feel like all piles will end up with one form of soulmate or another, but this was so prominent that the Lovers came out. I usually don't read the Lovers as soulmate often, because I read it as a choice between two things, considering that during all of my years of practice this is the interpretation that ended up being right maybe 98% of the time. That being said, in this reading I think it means both and then some. Your person is definitely someone who gives love, who is good with other people and who people fall in love with often. That being said, they might also be quite good at making decisions and are not afraid of deciding between two lovers with a frightening speed. If they are with someone and they meet you, and you're better for them, they'll break up with the person they're with, easy as that. There's no questioning it with this person, very decisive.

With the Sun, you will get a sunny person, someone that gives a lot of light, a lot of love, just like you want it. They're always there when you need them with a hug, a joke, but not sure with a home-cooked meal (we'll see though). Either way, whatever you need, they'll bring. I don't think this person is drama free at all, I believe they have their fair share, because they could be quite passionate (with the force of the Sun, other things come along), but the sunny disposition outweighs most of the things that have going against them. Some people might not like how sunny this person is, though, because it's to a fault. They could be someone who seems not to take serious things all that seriously, even when it's important. That being said, I'm seeing that for most of you this person does know how to separate things, it's just that people think they're faking it. They can't be that happy ALL the time, it's psychologically improbable. And true, your life-partner might be lying here and there not to burden other people. More on that later.

With the Queen of Pentacles, I see they like to stay at home, definitely. I don't see they are a homemaker, though. I'm sure they know their way around a stove, and how to prepare a meal, but they don't have this love for it that you wish your future life-partner had, I don't think. Those of you who didn't want that will be happy to know that this person was well raised and knows how to hold their own. Don't expect them to pay attention to all chores though, because I see they can be a little forgetful. If you put down a chore division and routine, they might bitch and moan quite a lot. Lazy is what I'm seeing here, but not enough that they'll go against you, so they will do everything you say because they know it's important (they just hate it). They also like comforts, such as pretty expensive clothes, food, travelling, etc, all that the material Earth has to offer (this is the Queen of Pentacles after all). They are very sensual (in the five senses sort of way), and like the good stuff in life. Whether or not they can afford it, it varies.

With the Ten of Swords, here's what your person is hiding. People might pick up on it and that's why they think your spouse is faking their sunny disposition. The Ten of Swords here tells me of hardships past. We all got them, especially in this day and age, but this person hides them behind lock and key. I mean it, you'll NEVER hear about it, and if you do, consider yourself VERY LUCKY. You might hear rumors here and there, or a family member will say something, but this person might be on the toxic positivity side because they'll never come out and say it themselves. Sure, as your relationship progresses, they might finally say "Oh, shitty thing happened to me when I was like fourteen or something," but it'll always be in a joking tone, or as a comment to something you said. I feel like they wanna tell, they wanna say something, but they can't. They just can't do to others what was done to them. Maybe people threw their pain and burdens on them quite a lot in the past, and they simply don't wanna be that person, so they won't be. This is to an unhealthy degree? Perhaps, but I am seeing that they've been doing this for so long that they have mastered hiding their problems and solving them on their own. I think with a lot of talk and a lot of patience and a LOT of reassurance you might be able to coax a LITTLE bit out of them, but for the majority? No. Not really. You might die without knowing everything that went down with this person, and that's ok. In a way, they are protecting you as well. That also varies from person to person.

With the Eight of Pentacles reversed, again, this person might be quite lazy. Alternatively, they might not have had to work hard for everything they have in life. This is giving me rich child vibes, or someone who inherited a business (not necessarily a company, guys, this is not a Wattpad fanfic) and works on that now. They don't have to work hard, so they can just lay around, chill, do stuff they wanna do. This person might have a LOT of hobbies. They are more of a do rather than talk person, so they might go out and seize the world often. So, lazy at home, and when they're on the street, they like adrenaline. They like amusement parks, bungee jumping, jumping out of a plane with a parachute, things like that. Because they don't have to worry about work, either because they have people working for them, or because they never had to look for a job (or a secret third option: They made it big when they were younger through their hardwork and then never had to work again in their life) they indulge in the pleasures life has to offer. It's not all play and no work, though, so when there's something happening, they'll go and solve it. They just hate doing it. Life, to this person, should be all about being alive and not necessarily slaving away in an office. They wish the world was a better place, a perfect place. Still, it is not.

With the World, there's two ways of reading this card. One, this person has everything, like I said, and doesn't need much more in life other than perhaps a life-time partner, kids, the whole family thing etc (if they even want all that, because I'm sensing that, for some of you, maybe not). The second way is that this person likes to be worshipped somehow. They like the idea that you think they're so attractive and they might go out of their way to make themselves so, with you front and center in their minds. They want you to think they are the most beautiful person you have ever seen in your life, so they'll keep themselves well groomed, clean, well dressed and smelling good. Some of your persons like the idea of being a trophy partner. Others simply like when you look at them with loving eyes. They can get quite shy when you compliment them, though, even if this was the eventual goal of it all. I also sense that this person brings the feeling of the World with them wherever they go. People know they have everything. They operate with some form of peace that is palpable.

The Six of Wands also speaks of this. Whatever it is that this person wanted in life, they either already got or will get soon, by the time you meet them. They have the success story, although I'm not sure they go around telling everyone. They might believe that the less people know, the better. That way, they can't come and disrupt your happiness. Again, there's a story there, but your person is not gonna tell. They also love to help people get to the level they are at now and might invest in small businesses, or help their friends and loved ones with anything they can, without expecting things in return. They give because they have it. People around them might love them, might not believe they are real because they are so happy, generous and kind all the time. This is a person who has a great appreciation for life and all that it has to offer.

Last, but not least, with the Judgement card there are two ways of reading this card: One, your person has been quite judgy. Two, your person has been quite judged. To some, it's both. They were that person who got pretty bullied and then bullied other people, or the ones that bullied them, just as visciously. They became quite hateful, resentful, and started to lay it pretty heavily on people who didn't deserve it. They hate this part of them so much, and they still do it sometimes, subconsciously. Like "Look at that girl's hair" or "That person's just faking a style for attention" or "God, that accent sucks" things like that. To others, these are things that have been said about them, and though they harbored a hatred of these people they decided not to become like them (although a little bit of it has lingered, and they still have judgy thoughts in their heads). No way around it, this person judges a little bit, but less and less as the years go by. They might also believe in divine judgement, and that they have been or will be punished accordingly someday. That goes for all the people who put them, and others, through unnecessary pain and misery. Your person can be quite fixated on the idea of revenge, not to a violent degree, but a karmic one. They might even like distributing karma themselves (as I said, they could have bullied the bullies) and has no fear of showing their pleasure when an asshole has been punished accordingly. It is what they deserve after all.

Some signifiers for your Life-Partner: They could have a punk or punkish style. They could have dyed hair. Their hair could be red. They could wear glasses. They could have down-turned eyes. They could identify as queer. They could play an instrument. They could like the color purple a lot, especially dark purple. They could be neurodivergent (which is a vibe I got when I read they hated doing chores. Austistic people do that sometimes, but I don't remember the name of it particularly. They could be on the ace spectrum. They could like Winter a lot, or have been born in Winter. They could be quite logical. Comedy could be their favorite genre. They could be born in December or March. They could be a fire dominant. They could be moon dominant. Their initials could be A, P, Z, U or X.

[chaayaaaa]

Such a beautiful story, was not rushed, had its own pace. Felt so real; made me cry though.

the habits of a broken heart.

☾ genre : soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers

☾ pairing : jeon jungkook x reader

☾ summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. 

alternatively,

“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

☾ word count: 26.3k (my biggest one yet!)

☾ author’s note: this took forever oh my gosh! i really hope you like it! it’s my first time writing such a big single piece, and trying a different style. thank you so much for your support, always! please let me know what you think ♡

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Jungkook FF Recommendations ᵕ̈

these are a list of jjk FF’s that i really recommend this is also my very first post! please enjoy these reads like how i did. and show love to all these writers and their amazing work ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

a= angst

s= smut

f= fluff

one shots

lose somebody - a,f,s

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the lovebug - a,f,s

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changes in between - a,f,s

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begin - a,f,s

word count: 26.6k

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awkwardly in love - f

word count: 20k

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dissonance - a,f,s

word count: 19.4k

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tangsuyuk - a,f

word count: 11.5k

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rolling stone - s,a,f

word count: 17.2k

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50 days to fall in love - f

word count: 12k

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show me something - a,f,s

word count: 51.7k

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the habits of a broken heart - a

word count: 26.3k

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summer bummer - s,a

word count: 12.6k

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calling you cool - a,s,f

word count: 12.1k

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bleeding for you - a,f

word count: 3.3k

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perhaps love - a

word count: 12.5k

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make you mine - f,a,s

word count: 37.8k

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ditto - a,f,s

word count: 12.9k

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r u mine, bunbun? - s,a

word count: 12k

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photobooth kisses - f

word count: 2.4k

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starboy - f,s,a

word count: 20k

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south paw - a,s

word count: 30k

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falling - a,s,f

word count: 31.1k

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grapejuice - a,s,f

word count: 36k

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idealizations concerning real life - a,s

word count: 40.9k

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forever & never - a,s,f

word count: 11.6k

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our not so secret - f

word count: 20k

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sanative - a,s

word count: 19.8k

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series

falling skies - a,s,f

(completed)

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fight for you - a,f,s

(completed)

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4-7-8 - a,f

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risqué - s,a,f

(ongoing)

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in the seom - f,s,a

(ongoing)

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the art of - a,s,f

(ongoing)

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inevitable - a,f,s

(completed)

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[chaayaaaa]

The price of desire part two

Summary: You skip class today while you think about the mysterious photo. Your mother comes home with a man you don’t know, and you decide to leave your home for a bit.

Tagging: @thedarkwinterrose @minshookie29

Admin note: This chapter is short but next one will be longer

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You didn’t understand who it was.

Who could’ve done something so immature? The image of you and Taehyung haunted in your mind as you tried to guess who it was that dropped the photo in your locker with those horrible words.

You were so confused. You didn't understand why someone would do something like this. Why would anyone do this?

You turned in bed, trying to fall asleep, but you couldn't. You kept thinking about how cruel people could be. You hated bullies. You wished people like this would just disappear. You were tired. You just wanted to sleep. But you couldn't stop worrying.

You thought about how you were going to confront whoever did this. You needed to find out who had done this. You needed to know why.

You got out of bed, slowly making your way over to your desk. You were running behind on your homework, so you might as well work on that. Perhaps it would serve as a distraction.

You sat down, pulling out your books and notes. You were sitting there for hours, working hard until your eyelids were heavy.

That was enough for now. You put your book down, and stood up.

That was when you heard the front door close. Your mother must’ve arrived back home.

You headed towards the door of your bedroom and opened it, hearing your mother’s voice…. As if she was speaking to someone.

You stepped outside your room, and inched closer to the staircase. You listened closely, hoping to catch a glimpse of whom your mother was talking to.

But instead you caught a glimpse of your mother hugging this man you had never seen before.

As you watched, they kissed. Your mother wrapped her arms tightly around him, clinging onto him for dear life.

She looked happy, but you didn't understand. Who is this man?

“I missed you too.” Your mother cooed, pressing her head against his chest.

What… what was going on?

The creak of the step caught you by surprise, and you stepped back, startled.

They were heading upstairs. So, you turned around and rushed to your room, closing the door behind you gently.

Your mom must’ve forgotten that you were staying home from school. The stranger and your mother walked past your room and seemed to head to your mother’s room, the room that used to be your parents.

You sat down on your bed. You weren't exactly sure what to do. What was happening? How could she do this to you?

You stayed quiet, staring at your wall.

You had no one. You were alone. Just like all the other times.

But then again, you had Taehyung.

He was probably working now. Either way, you didn’t want to be here any longer. You needed a break from this home, just for one day. You put on some clothes, not caring about whether your outfit matched or looked good, and you sneaked out of the home— not wanting to confront your mother about whatever she was doing.

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You took the bus to the city center, walking around aimlessly. You passed by clothing stores and boutiques, but none of them interested you. You just wanted to get out of this place.

Then you saw a bookstore. You'd been meaning to go there, so you decided to make a stop.

The store was quaint. It smelled wonderful, like old books. The interior was warm, and inviting.

A young woman greeted you as you entered. She was pretty, and she wore glasses that suited her. Her hair was blonde, cut short.

You greeted the woman before you went to explore the books that were on offer.

There were so many books to choose from.

You browsed through the shelves, picking up a few books and putting them back down. It was difficult to pick which ones to buy. But you made a mental list of the titles that looked interesting to you. Perhaps you could buy them next then when you had some more money.

You went and checked out some more stores. Until you ended the day with a break at one of the benches with an ice cream cone in your hand.

You sat down and enjoyed your treat, watching people pass you by. You couldn’t help but notice how happy they were; mothers walking hand in hand with their talkative children, teenagers laughing together, tourists taking selfies together, couples holding hands while they explored the streets. You sighed heavily as you ate.

It was really nice to see these things. Everyone seemed so content with each other.

But you weren't like that.

You were alone. Always alone. And you knew it.

It wasn’t always like that. Your parents used to give you all the attention in the world, until your brother was born and they were in the hospital nonstop. You barely saw them anymore. They only cared about him. About their new child.

And they both forgot about you.

They didn't care about anything else except for their son. That was fine. Part of you understood that they had no other choice but divide their attention towards your brother.

But you couldn't forgive them for abandoning you.

You were the one who needed them the most.

Why couldn't they understand that?

It hurt you so much.

Your phone beeped and you took it out of your pocket and you noticed that Taehyung had texted you.

‘Hey love, I didn’t see you, are you okay?’

Oh, he was so sweet, so caring. You smiled slightly to yourself, texting back.

‘I am OK’ You texted back.

‘Can I see you?’ Taehyung asked.

‘Yes.’ You answered. ‘Can we go to a hotel again?’ You added.

‘Of course, the same one?’

No, no. That didn’t seem like a good idea, what if the person who took that photo was an employee?

‘Can we go to another one, please?’ You asked.

‘Okay. This weekend?’ Taehyung replied.

‘Yes ❤️’ A whole weekend away from your family sounded like a good idea.

***

When Taehyung proposed to stay a whole weekend at a hotel, you had assumed that you two were going to a hotel nearby. When he texted you again and told you to bring swimwear, you still didn’t realize that he was planning something. But you listened and packed a bikini in your duffel bag.

It wasn’t until he parked his car at the dock and he pointed to a cruise ship that you realized that the two of you were going to Jeju.

You were excited. You had never been there before.

You hopped out of the car and hurried over to Taehyung. You hugged him tightly.

“Thank you!” You squealed in excitement.

Taehyung laughed, wrapping his arms around you.

You giggled, resting your head on his chest.

The three hour cruise ride was amazing. There was music playing, the sun was shining through the windows and the ocean was beautiful.

But best of all, you were with Taehyung.

[chaayaaaa]

This so freaking sweet.

Purple Car | jungkook

➭ summary: in which jungkook is a successful solo idol and your his long time girlfriend that he hasn’t seen in almost two months. again. it’s starting to feel like your more like distant friends more than lovers so when you unexpectedly disappear, jungkook goes the distance to try to find you.

➭genre: solo idol jk x reader, drabble

➭warnings: none really. a little angsty and depressing. there’s a couple bad words

➭note: first post🥳 | heard a snippet of the acoustic version of ‘car outside’ and this was the outcome sooo feedback would be appreciated.

Jungkook’s eyes begin to strain as he stared at the blue screen with wide and glossy eyes. He didn’t care how badly he was damaging his eyes. It didn’t even cross his mind for a second. He could barely process the information that was on the screen. But still, he stared at it in disbelief. How could he care about himself when the most important person he cared about was missing?

‘nearest train station’

‘train tickets to Daegu’

According to your laptop that was the last thing you had googled. The last time you had used it being almost an hour ago.

His heavy heart sank. Would the train be gone by now?

No. He didn’t want to think of the possibility that you actually left him. You two had always talked about going to Daegu together. Going out to hotels and spending the days happily touring together.

Jungkook’s throat ran dry as he thought about the word touring. When was the last time he actually spent quality time with you? He had just came back from a month tour, promoting his new solo album. He had spent weeks prior getting ready for it and his schedule became full in an instant.

He felt bad and had always planned on making up for lost time as soon as he was done. He knew that after his company would leave him alone for once and he was set on making you his top priority after.

He always made sure to call you at least once a day when on tour, or send little gifts and things to the house in an attempt to cheer you up.

Jungkook glanced around the room, some of his latest gifts not even out of the box. At first, he was constant with the calls and gifts. They would be sweet and meaningful. But as the tour continued the more tired he got. His calls were short and late at night and his gifts became small and less frequent.

His stomach swelled with guilt at the thought. How could he do this to you? Abandon you, make promises, and give you false hope. He remembered the words he said to you to cheer you up.

‘It’ll be over soon before you know it.’

‘When I get back we’ll have the best nights of our lives.’

‘I promise to call you more babe.’

‘I promise I’m fine babe, everything will go back to normal when I’m done.’

‘Stop fucking freaking out so much.’

Most of the time, his mind was clouded by exhaustion and pressure he forgot about the things he said. It felt like all the nights before he slept was like a drunken blur. All he could remember was being on stage and wanting to do good for his fans.

Well now he remembered. All the dry talks between you two. All of the half hearted things he said while slurring, barely awake. Sometimes almost yelling at you whenever you spoke to loud or to much. It was clear as time went he became more moody and distant.

He felt sick.

On the king sized bed, next to the earlier gifts laid your phone. No wonder you hadn’t been answering your phone. Did you really go the extra mile to leave everything at home?

No, he thought again. This must mean your in the house. Maybe the shower, or you went for a walk. Why would you leave your phone?

He tapped on the screen as it lit up. His handful of text showed on the screen. Your phone was almost dead and seemed completely untouched.

12:02AM

Even though he knew you never took showers this late, he went to the master bathroom to take a peek. Nothing. There was limited places you could be hiding, and he had already checked the place once he realized you weren’t home when he first arrived. You weren’t ANYWHERE. Not even in the guest bedroom.

Now he was really starting to panic as realization set in. He had screwed up. He had played with your emotions. He had left you one to many times. Now you were leaving him.

Now he was feeling everything that you had been for the past month and a half, and every other time a big event happened. He felt abandoned, sad, ditched and empty. How the fuck did he not realize what he was doing? How did he not realize how you were feeling? Why didn’t you talk to him? Did you? Not like he could really remember if you had.

‘nearest train station’

He clicked on your past search to see the exact responds. Shit. It wasn’t that far from the house. Only fifteen minutes to be exact. And you had been ghosting him for an hour.

He sprung into action at the realization. He would just had to hope that the train didn’t leave yet. To just hope that you went to early or that you had changed your mind.

He jumps into his car. Not caring that he wasn’t even supposed to be out this late, especially not in his recognizable purple car. Something even his fans knew was his prized possession since he and your favorite color was purple. In his purple car he felt like any other normal person. Especially when you were in the car with him. Now if just felt empty.

He practically sped to the train station (he actually did go over the speed limit a little), immediately parking his car in a random lot before booking it inside the large building.

Inside, he is immediately hit by a sense of bustling activity and the sound of people rushing to catch their trains as his eyes try to scan to look for you. Even though it’s early in the morning, there’s still a bunch of people.

Even when it’s a little dark inside the station since the sun isn’t up yet, he can spot a variety of posters and signs, displaying information about train schedules, destinations, and services available at the station.

He runs to the board, looking for the word Daegu and the color from his face drains when he finds it. The last train to Daegu had left at 11pm. Almost an hour ago. And what’s even worse is that he couldn’t even get a ticket till six.

He almost growled at the board out of anger. What he wasn’t going to do was sit around for five hours while you would be at a foreign place with no phone and nothing to defend yourself with. Especially since you were arriving at such a late time. He was not going to sit around when he had a perfectly good private jet.

Jungkook didn’t care who he woke up. He was the most successful man under his company and getting even more popular around the world. If he wanted a private jet ready at twelve o clock, he was going to get it.

Jungkook would be arriving to Daegu a big whopping thirty minutes before you, and it would take him a decent amount of time to get to the train station you would be arriving it. In short, Jungkook was seriously cutting it short.

If he was even a second to late, you’d disappear into the sea of people and his chances of finding you would decrease drastically by the minute.

Despite being exhausted and sleep deprived, Jungkook couldn’t sleep on the jet. He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat. All he could do is refrain himself from tearing out his own hair by repeating calling your number, listening to your voice mail for comfort since he knew you wouldn’t answer.

Once his phone had died, all he had was his thoughts. The depressing feeling of sorrow and loss took over him as he cried his eyes out. He missed you and he hated that he drew you away. He hate that he hurt you. He couldn’t imagine a life without you. He wanted to marry you for God’s sake. He felt like his chest was crashing the more he was away from you.

Finally, after he arrived he had a car waiting for him to take him to the train station. He had requested the same purple car he had left back at home, it didn’t feel right picking you up in an all black shaded windowed limo. Whenever you both went somewhere you took that car. You two had spent camping trips and dinner dates in that car. Sure it was newer and wasn’t his car but it was close enough.

He drove himself to the train station and ran inside the building as fast as he could. His face was hidden with a hat and mask as he tried his best to blend in with the people while still desperately trying to reach the platforms.

When he did, he saw one train already letting off a load of people. Jungkook immediately grew terrified. Did you already get off? Did he already lose you? A million thoughts ran through his head as his eyes started to water again.

He didn’t stop walking till he was at the front of the platform, watching as the people who got off with smiles reunited with family members or friends.

Jungkook watched the train empty, looking through the windows in hopes of getting a glimpse of you still inside. But it was mostly empty. You must of been one of the first people to get off. You must of been in a rush to get away from him. To start over. To leave him like he had done you.

Jungkook’s heavy head dropped, looking straight at the ground with closed eyes as tears started to fall. Grieving over the loss of his soulmate. And he could only blame himself.

He wished he could turn back time and do things differently, but he knew that was impossible. All he could do now was try to pick up the pieces of his shattered life and move forward, even though he had no idea how to do that without his wife by his side. But he would always missing you piece of his life..

“Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s body immediately froze at his name. The voice was behind him and spoke with a shaky voice but he was positive it sounded just like you. Was his mind fucking with him? Did he actually hear your voice? For the first time in a month? Were you still here? Did he still have a chance?

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he turned around, a little cautious. His breathing stopped when he met your red eyes. It was you. Only a couple steps away from him. You looked different. More skinny, you had on older clothes. Not the ones he bought you. And he could tell by your tear stained cheek and puffy eyes that you had been crying for a while. But you still looked beautiful. He missed your eyes, your touch, your smell..

Without giving it a second thought, he jumped towards you. His arms immediately wrapped around you as he gave you a tight hug and held you. His tears were spilling more violently as he sobbed into you. Relief rushed through him as he held you. You didn’t push him away, but you didn’t exactly hug him either. But he didn’t care. As long as he got to hug you. He was scared of letting you go. He didn’t want you to leave, and he didn’t want to leave either.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He managed to choke out and soon enough you began to cry with him, becoming emotional in his arms. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He repeated, the first genuine words he said to you in a while. Your familiar soothing smell with the warmth of your small figure stopped him from having a full out panic attack.

“Jungkook I—“ you started to speak but he quickly shook his head, pulling away to analyze your face. He looked into your eyes with such relief and care but sadness still filled his expression. He was still scared you wouldn’t forgive him. That he had still lost you.

“I’m terrible Y/N. I didn’t realize just how much I let my job take over my life. Our life. I missed you Y/N I really did. I love you. I love you more than myself. I don’t wanna leave you anymore.” He said quickly pulling you back into a tight embrace, and this time he almost melted when your arms wrapped around him. He wanted to say so much more but he couldn’t form the words. It was paining him just seeing you cry.

“Please, give me a second chance to fix things. I’m not going anywhere without you Y/N.” He said, his desperate words spoken in a firm voice. He wanted to let you know just how serious he was about his words.

“Don’t promise anything..” you mumbled. The first proper-ish sentence you’ve said the whole time. He missed your voice, it wasn’t the same over the phone but your words stung. Did you not trust him? Did you think he would abandon you? Cause if so he’d get on his knees and propose to you right there.

“I just don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to leave you.” He sobbed into your shoulder honestly. Jungkook had always been a little shy with crying, even in front of you. But he was willing to expose himself to you. To let you know how he really felt.

“I-I won’t. Leave..” You choked out in a low voice and Jungkook was immediately over the moon. All his worries and fears washed away at your words. “I love you.” You spoke, this time in a stronger but gentle voice as his grip loosened a little around you.

He responded by pulling down his mask and kissing you with starving lips. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled your body against his. You kissed him back, melting in his touch as the world around you disappeared. You both had missed each others touch and you practically cried of happiness at the familiar warmth of his lips on yours.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, Jungkook leaned his forehead so it was touching yours. He closed his eyes and took everything in as he continued to hold your waist. Never would he be leaving you again. Never.

— A YEAR LATER —

“You ready for the tour baby?” Jungkook asked you in a gentle and soothing voice when he slithered behind you, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head on your shoulder. He gave you a kiss on your neck as he watched you pack your large suitcase.

“Absolutely. I can’t wait to visit all the different places.” You said with a wide smile as you leaned into his touch. When Jungkook cleared his voice you giggled. “And watch you preform of course.” A satisfied smirk showed on his lips at your response.

“Well I’m glad your happy.” He replied with a warm smile, his voice filled with joy and happiness.

Because what you didn’t know was that on the last day of the tour in Daegu, Jungkook was going to propose to you after singing Still With You.

[chaayaaaa]

Yoongi being the sassy little kitty cat that he is. 😼

jimmy asking yoongi if he is the best basketball player in bts 😂