luvvjayk

[luvvjayk]

MY SHAYLA

[luvvjayk]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 — 𝒋𝒋𝒌

pairing : situationship!jungkook x reader

genre : angst · emotional tension · slow burn · social media au · ex-situationship

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You hadn’t spoken since that night after the rooftop party. The one where he said, “Don’t wait up,” and you still did. The one where you watched him leave with someone else and told yourself you didn’t care. He never texted. Never explained. You never asked.

But last night? He showed up again.

Same party, different energy. He laughed too loud. You avoided the kitchen. He stood in the doorway like he was waiting for something or someone.

You didn’t look at him once.

You know, because you were too busy feeling his eyes on you.

you didn’t answer him after that.

not because you didn’t want to. but because you knew how it would end in another conversation with no resolution, another late-night confession that would dissolve by morning.

you told yourself you were over it. told your friends it didn’t matter. but the truth is, you remembered every word he never said. and worse, you still wanted to hear them.

this thing between you and jungkook… it wasn’t quite love, but it was never casual either. you knew how to hurt each other too well for that. there were months where he made you feel like the only girl in the world, and nights where he wouldn’t even look at you.

and after everything the rooftop fights, the parties where you didn’t speak, the texts that never came he still had the nerve to say your name like it meant something.

maybe that’s what hurts the most. he always knew how to make you stay. even after he’d already left.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🍓 hi, i’m rie this isn’t really a full story, just something that got stuck in my head & wouldn’t leave until i wrote it out. the frenemies, 1am texts, that unresolved tension that never really ends , it stayed with me, so i had to let it out.

i’m still figuring out what kind of things i want to write, but if you liked this, feel free to show support <3 or let me know what you thought ! thank you for reading ˚₊‧୨♡୧‧₊˚

— rie ✧

[luvvjayk]

𓂃 𓏸 𓈒 ⋆ ⁺˚ ༊ ⊹ ˖ ꕤ 𖦹

hi i’m rie <3

posting “ jungkook, in the rooms you touch ”

fluff ⋆ slice of life ⋆ soft kook — it’s gonna be a ride ༶ ⋆ 𓂃

stay tuned ✦ can’t wait to know what u think 𖧷

drop a 💌 to be added to the taglist ꕤ

[luvvjayk]

the unspoken tension STAB ME

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

(and one time he didn’t have to)

✎ by rie 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾

Paring : jungkook x reader

genre : angst, yearning, almost-love, slow burn

synopsis :

he never said the words — not really.

but in car rides, in silence, in almost-kisses and almost-goodbyes…

he didn’t need to.

you always felt it anyway.

1. “come get me”

You didn’t say hello.

You just whispered into the receiver, “Can you come get me?”

And that was all it took. No explanation. No detail. Your voice cracked once and he was already grabbing his keys, slipping on whatever hoodie was closest, the door slamming softly behind him like it knew how late it was.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up next to the curb outside a dimly lit convenience store. The flickering neon light overhead cast tired shadows over your face, and you looked so small, curled in on yourself like you were trying to disappear.

You didn’t say anything when you slid into the passenger seat. He didn’t ask.

You were shivering, so he handed you his hoodie. You took it without meeting his eyes. He adjusted the heater. Turned the music down.

The car was quiet except for the sound of the tires on the road and the occasional sniffle you tried to hide behind the sleeve of your sweatshirt. He kept his hands on the wheel, ten and two, knuckles pale from how hard he was gripping it.

At the first red light, he looked at you. You were wrapped in his hoodie now, knees drawn to your chest, head leaned against the window.

He opened his mouth. The words were right there. I’m here. I’ll always be here. You don’t have to do this alone.

But all that came out was, “You cold?”

You nodded. He slowed down a little more than necessary for the rest of the ride. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet. Not like that.

2. “you sleep here like it’s yours”

It was supposed to be a movie night.

Casual. Familiar. Harmless.

He’d gone to grab snacks and came back to find you asleep in his bed. You were curled up in his blanket, tangled around the pillows like you’d been there a hundred times before.

You looked soft. Peaceful.

He stood in the doorway for a long time, snack bowl in hand, just watching. Your mouth was parted slightly. You were drooling a little. Your hand was twisted in the hem of his t-shirt like even in your sleep, you needed to hold onto something.

He knew he should wake you up. Tell you to move over or maybe to go home. But he didn’t.

Instead, he stepped closer and crouched down beside the bed.

His hand hovered near your cheek but didn’t touch. He wanted to, but it felt too loud. Too much.

You shifted slightly, murmured his name in your sleep.

That was when it almost happened. The words sat heavy in his chest, tight against his ribs like they were trying to claw their way out.

He wanted to say it so badly.

But instead, he stood up. Turned off the light. And walked out.

He slept on the couch that night. Didn’t sleep much at all.

3. “kiss me and run”

You always played with him. That was the rule.

Flirting that never turned serious. Jokes that went too far then snapped back like rubber bands. You tugged him close just to laugh and push him away.

So when you kissed him that night, he thought it was another joke.

You pulled him in by his hoodie strings and pressed your lips to his just for a second. Soft and barely there. A whisper of a kiss.

Then you stepped back. Said, “Goodnight, Jungkook,” and turned like you didn’t feel it.

Like he didn’t just lose gravity under your mouth.

He stood on your porch long after your door clicked shut. The night air was cold, and his fingers brushed over his lips like they were trying to remember the shape of you.

He wanted to knock again. To ask what that meant.

He wanted to kiss you back properly, this time. Hold you close. Say, “Don’t do that unless you mean it.” Say, “I’ll kiss you again and again and again if you let me.”

But instead, he turned around.

Walked to his car. Drove home in silence. And dreamed about your mouth.

4. “someone else had your hand”

You were with someone else.

He saw it from across the room. The party was loud, the lights too dim, and your laughter sounded like it had been rehearsed. You were holding someone else’s hand.

But you were twisting your hair the way you only did when you were nervous.

You turned your head. Your eyes found him.

And everything stopped.

For a moment, the music faded. The crowd blurred. It was just you and him. Your gaze held him in place like a secret.

And then you looked away.

That was when he almost did it. He almost shoved through the crowd, almost took your hand back, almost said, “Why are you pretending it’s not me?”

But he didn’t.

He stood there. Still. Staring at the space you used to be.

And he swallowed the words with another drink.

Let the bitterness sit on his tongue until he couldn’t taste anything else.

5. “ruined me, you know”

He showed up at your apartment just past midnight.

Barefoot, hoodie pulled low, bottle in one hand and your name on his lips.

You opened the door and stared. He looked so tired. Not just physically something in him looked worn down, like he’d been holding something too heavy for too long.

“I didn’t wanna be alone tonight,” he mumbled.

You stepped aside. He walked in without waiting for permission. He didn’t need it.

You sat on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, the bottle between you. You didn’t ask questions.

After a while, he rested his head in your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair like you used to. It felt too familiar. Too easy.

His voice was quiet when it came.

“You ruin me, you know?”

Your hand stilled. Your breath caught.

He didn’t look at you. Just closed his eyes like it hurt to say it out loud.

You wanted to say something. Anything. But your throat felt too tight.

Instead, you stayed like that. Fingers tangled in his hair. His arms curled around your waist like a prayer.

And the silence between you pulsed with everything that had never been said.

+1 “take care, jungkook”

There was no big goodbye. No bags at the door. No shouting.

Just silence. And space. And everything that had been left unsaid.

You were leaving. You didn’t say for how long. You didn’t say why. But he knew.

He stood in the doorway, still in his t-shirt from the night before, watching you fumble with your scarf. Your hands were shaking.

You didn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t ask you to.

And then you looked up. Just for a second. Your lips parted like you might say it. Finally. But instead, you smiled. Sad and small.

“Take care, Jungkook.”

He didn’t say anything.

He stepped forward. Fixed your scarf. Brushed your hair behind your ear.

And in that second, he almost broke.

He almost told you. Almost begged.

But instead, he let his fingers linger a second longer on your cheek.

You turned. Walked away.

And he stood in the doorway long after you disappeared.

He didn’t say it.

But the way your hand trembled at your side and the way his chest ached when the door closed and the way the silence settled like grief in the hallway

That was enough.

You knew. and for once, you didn’t need the words. not when every silence had been a confession. not when his eyes said what his mouth never could.

✎ author’s note:

hi, i’m rie ⸝⸝ ☁︎︎

this was a short one and has been sitting in my notes for a while ,that kind of almost-love that sits heavy in your chest but never quite gets said. the ache, the silences, the timing that never lines up.

i’ll be posting more one shots that have been in my drafts forever + i’m working on a full series soon too if you liked it show some support <3 or drop me recs’ !!

thank you for reading 💕

[luvvjayk]

🕸️ Nᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ + Mᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

⌞ written by rie ⌝ ━━━━━━━━━━━━

𖤐 hi, i'm rie ♡ - about me

i write stories soaked in emotion , the kind that sit with you quietly, whether it’s a lingering ache, a soft smile, or something a little darker. sometimes there's fluff, sometimes there's smut, and a lot of times, there’s just... something left unsaid.

ꕤ genres : angst · fluff · smut · poetic slice of life · reconnection · yandere · soft ache ꕤ currently writing for : jeon jungkook ꕤ would write for other members too soon! ꕤ requests : open ꕤ inbox : always open ꕤ taglist : open (details below ↓)

ꕤ reblogs : appreciated deeply

(some stories include smut – minors, please do not interact)

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❁ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ❁

short, slow, and a little sharp in the chest.

✦ you left “we weren’t dating. but it still felt like a breakup.” a situationship dissolves in silence, but the weight of the almost-love never really leaves. – angst, yearning, unspoken tension – pairing: jungkook x reader – status: posted

✦ five times he almost said i love you “he had the words. he never had the timing.” five moments. five quiet chances. and one boy who always loved you too quietly. – angst, slowburn, timing, ache – pairing: jungkook x reader – status: posted

✦ in every room you touched “even on good days, bad days, crowded parties — i still feel you.” from quiet kitchen talks to loud celebrations, your love lingers in every space you shared. – fluff, slice of life, softness – pairing: jungkook x reader – status: coming soon !

✦ one day we speak “we stopped talking. except on birthdays. but this year, he said more.” once a year, you hear from him. this time, the message is different — and so is what follows. – angst, reconnection, emotional smut – pairing: jungkook x reader – status: coming soon !

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

♡ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ♡

stories told in pieces, across time and tension.

✦ when the leash falls “the dog has separation anxiety. so do we.” you shared a dog. and now, after everything, you still share the mornings, the walks, and maybe... something else too. – slowburn, fluff, angst, emotional smut – four–five part series – pairing: jungkook x reader – status: coming soon ! (contains smut – minors do not interact)

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

✧ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ✧

what i’m working on in the quiet hours.

✦ in every room you touched ✦ one day we speak ✦ when the leash falls

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

📌 ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏ

– taglist is open! – drop a 💌 in my inbox or comment under this post to be added – let me know if you want to be tagged in: ⤷ all one-shots ⤷ all series ⤷ specific stories only (just mention which ones!) – you can request to join anytime – you can also leave the list whenever , no questions, no worries ♡

ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ɴᴏᴛᴇ

thank you for stopping by this little corner of chaos + comfort. if anything you read made you feel even the smallest shift in your chest please consider reblogging, liking, or sharing your thoughts with me 🤍

your words mean more than you know. requests are always open, and so is my inbox for quiet rants and loud feels.

– rie 🌷🕊️🗝️

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[luvvjayk]

⌞ about me ⌝

– i'm ˗ˏˋ rie ˎˊ˗ – ⋆ 20 yrs old – ⋆ she/her – ⋆ currently writing jungkook fics only – ⋆ genres: angst · fluff · smut · poetic slice of life · yandere · emotional ache – ⋆ posting every 2–3 days (trying my best to stay consistent) – ⋆ i write from the heart , soft moments, messy feelings, and in-betweens

[luvvjayk]

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

(and one time he didn’t have to)

✎ by rie 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾

Paring : jungkook x reader

genre : angst, yearning, almost-love, slow burn

synopsis :

he never said the words — not really.

but in car rides, in silence, in almost-kisses and almost-goodbyes…

he didn’t need to.

you always felt it anyway.

1. “come get me”

You didn’t say hello.

You just whispered into the receiver, “Can you come get me?”

And that was all it took. No explanation. No detail. Your voice cracked once and he was already grabbing his keys, slipping on whatever hoodie was closest, the door slamming softly behind him like it knew how late it was.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulled up next to the curb outside a dimly lit convenience store. The flickering neon light overhead cast tired shadows over your face, and you looked so small, curled in on yourself like you were trying to disappear.

You didn’t say anything when you slid into the passenger seat. He didn’t ask.

You were shivering, so he handed you his hoodie. You took it without meeting his eyes. He adjusted the heater. Turned the music down.

The car was quiet except for the sound of the tires on the road and the occasional sniffle you tried to hide behind the sleeve of your sweatshirt. He kept his hands on the wheel, ten and two, knuckles pale from how hard he was gripping it.

At the first red light, he looked at you. You were wrapped in his hoodie now, knees drawn to your chest, head leaned against the window.

He opened his mouth. The words were right there. I’m here. I’ll always be here. You don’t have to do this alone.

But all that came out was, “You cold?”

You nodded. He slowed down a little more than necessary for the rest of the ride. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet. Not like that.

2. “you sleep here like it’s yours”

It was supposed to be a movie night.

Casual. Familiar. Harmless.

He’d gone to grab snacks and came back to find you asleep in his bed. You were curled up in his blanket, tangled around the pillows like you’d been there a hundred times before.

You looked soft. Peaceful.

He stood in the doorway for a long time, snack bowl in hand, just watching. Your mouth was parted slightly. You were drooling a little. Your hand was twisted in the hem of his t-shirt like even in your sleep, you needed to hold onto something.

He knew he should wake you up. Tell you to move over or maybe to go home. But he didn’t.

Instead, he stepped closer and crouched down beside the bed.

His hand hovered near your cheek but didn’t touch. He wanted to, but it felt too loud. Too much.

You shifted slightly, murmured his name in your sleep.

That was when it almost happened. The words sat heavy in his chest, tight against his ribs like they were trying to claw their way out.

He wanted to say it so badly.

But instead, he stood up. Turned off the light. And walked out.

He slept on the couch that night. Didn’t sleep much at all.

3. “kiss me and run”

You always played with him. That was the rule.

Flirting that never turned serious. Jokes that went too far then snapped back like rubber bands. You tugged him close just to laugh and push him away.

So when you kissed him that night, he thought it was another joke.

You pulled him in by his hoodie strings and pressed your lips to his just for a second. Soft and barely there. A whisper of a kiss.

Then you stepped back. Said, “Goodnight, Jungkook,” and turned like you didn’t feel it.

Like he didn’t just lose gravity under your mouth.

He stood on your porch long after your door clicked shut. The night air was cold, and his fingers brushed over his lips like they were trying to remember the shape of you.

He wanted to knock again. To ask what that meant.

He wanted to kiss you back properly, this time. Hold you close. Say, “Don’t do that unless you mean it.” Say, “I’ll kiss you again and again and again if you let me.”

But instead, he turned around.

Walked to his car. Drove home in silence. And dreamed about your mouth.

4. “someone else had your hand”

You were with someone else.

He saw it from across the room. The party was loud, the lights too dim, and your laughter sounded like it had been rehearsed. You were holding someone else’s hand.

But you were twisting your hair the way you only did when you were nervous.

You turned your head. Your eyes found him.

And everything stopped.

For a moment, the music faded. The crowd blurred. It was just you and him. Your gaze held him in place like a secret.

And then you looked away.

That was when he almost did it. He almost shoved through the crowd, almost took your hand back, almost said, “Why are you pretending it’s not me?”

But he didn’t.

He stood there. Still. Staring at the space you used to be.

And he swallowed the words with another drink.

Let the bitterness sit on his tongue until he couldn’t taste anything else.

5. “ruined me, you know”

He showed up at your apartment just past midnight.

Barefoot, hoodie pulled low, bottle in one hand and your name on his lips.

You opened the door and stared. He looked so tired. Not just physically something in him looked worn down, like he’d been holding something too heavy for too long.

“I didn’t wanna be alone tonight,” he mumbled.

You stepped aside. He walked in without waiting for permission. He didn’t need it.

You sat on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, the bottle between you. You didn’t ask questions.

After a while, he rested his head in your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair like you used to. It felt too familiar. Too easy.

His voice was quiet when it came.

“You ruin me, you know?”

Your hand stilled. Your breath caught.

He didn’t look at you. Just closed his eyes like it hurt to say it out loud.

You wanted to say something. Anything. But your throat felt too tight.

Instead, you stayed like that. Fingers tangled in his hair. His arms curled around your waist like a prayer.

And the silence between you pulsed with everything that had never been said.

+1 “take care, jungkook”

There was no big goodbye. No bags at the door. No shouting.

Just silence. And space. And everything that had been left unsaid.

You were leaving. You didn’t say for how long. You didn’t say why. But he knew.

He stood in the doorway, still in his t-shirt from the night before, watching you fumble with your scarf. Your hands were shaking.

You didn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t ask you to.

And then you looked up. Just for a second. Your lips parted like you might say it. Finally. But instead, you smiled. Sad and small.

“Take care, Jungkook.”

He didn’t say anything.

He stepped forward. Fixed your scarf. Brushed your hair behind your ear.

And in that second, he almost broke.

He almost told you. Almost begged.

But instead, he let his fingers linger a second longer on your cheek.

You turned. Walked away.

And he stood in the doorway long after you disappeared.

He didn’t say it.

But the way your hand trembled at your side and the way his chest ached when the door closed and the way the silence settled like grief in the hallway

That was enough.

You knew. and for once, you didn’t need the words. not when every silence had been a confession. not when his eyes said what his mouth never could.

✎ author’s note:

hi, i’m rie ⸝⸝ ☁︎︎

this was a short one and has been sitting in my notes for a while ,that kind of almost-love that sits heavy in your chest but never quite gets said. the ache, the silences, the timing that never lines up.

i’ll be posting more one shots that have been in my drafts forever + i’m working on a full series soon too if you liked it show some support <3 or drop me recs’ !!

thank you for reading 💕

[luvvjayk]

dropping a few ✎ jungkook one-shots soon

soft angst, softer fluff.

some things hurt. some things heal. some things… stay unwritten.

- rie ⌇♡⟡

[luvvjayk]

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 — 𝒋𝒋𝒌

pairing : situationship!jungkook x reader

genre : angst · emotional tension · slow burn · social media au · ex-situationship

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You hadn’t spoken since that night after the rooftop party. The one where he said, “Don’t wait up,” and you still did. The one where you watched him leave with someone else and told yourself you didn’t care. He never texted. Never explained. You never asked.

But last night? He showed up again.

Same party, different energy. He laughed too loud. You avoided the kitchen. He stood in the doorway like he was waiting for something or someone.

You didn’t look at him once.

You know, because you were too busy feeling his eyes on you.

you didn’t answer him after that.

not because you didn’t want to. but because you knew how it would end in another conversation with no resolution, another late-night confession that would dissolve by morning.

you told yourself you were over it. told your friends it didn’t matter. but the truth is, you remembered every word he never said. and worse, you still wanted to hear them.

this thing between you and jungkook… it wasn’t quite love, but it was never casual either. you knew how to hurt each other too well for that. there were months where he made you feel like the only girl in the world, and nights where he wouldn’t even look at you.

and after everything the rooftop fights, the parties where you didn’t speak, the texts that never came he still had the nerve to say your name like it meant something.

maybe that’s what hurts the most. he always knew how to make you stay. even after he’d already left.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🍓 hi, i’m rie this isn’t really a full story, just something that got stuck in my head & wouldn’t leave until i wrote it out. the frenemies, 1am texts, that unresolved tension that never really ends , it stayed with me, so i had to let it out.

i’m still figuring out what kind of things i want to write, but if you liked this, feel free to show support <3 or let me know what you thought ! thank you for reading ˚₊‧୨♡୧‧₊˚

— rie ✧

[luvvjayk]

🖤 “yours, but not quite”

he never says you’re his.

but his fingers tighten around your wrist whenever someone else tries to get too close

like possession is something he enacts, not admits.

he doesn’t speak in claims.

just glances that burn too long,

and touches that linger like punctuation marks.

and you let him.

because being almost his still hurts less

than him not looking at you at all.

— rie ⋆˙⟡♡

[luvvjayk]

Jk GIGGLING is all I needed today 😭😭😭😭

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JIMIN. And JK giggling in the background. Day MADE

[luvvjayk]

he’d make it look this easy

literally chaebol jk