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A little.. comment? critics? tips? whatever you want to call it. Regarding option 1, you might want to keep 1 paragraph for 1 person's dialogue. I noticed you put 2 persons' dialogue on the last paragraph. It's often confusing and I've learned from old fanfic writers that they always seperate the paragraph whenever the other person is talking.

Maybe put it like this:

"Life. Everything. Like we keep meeting here every week, talking about doing things, but we never actually do them."

He chuckled softly. "You say that like it's a bad thing. Maybe this is the doing."

That way, it's clear that the second paragraph's dialogue is not the same person from the first paragraph's dialogue. Option 1 is a good choice (I voted for that too) for someone who's often read in that format. I never actually read a fic in the 2nd format.

I actually like to do this thing where if same character is talking again with a pause i write it in the same para and seperate the para when the next character speaks as it gives me space to write description between those two sentences but ok I will do that thanks.

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Hi guys writing a oneshot write now , just wanted to ask

(the content in both options are same just the dialogues are indented in option 2)

Option 1:

The rain pattered gently against the café window as Mira stared into her half-empty cup. "You ever wonder if we’re just... stalling?" she asked, not quite meeting Jonah’s eyes.

Jonah leaned back in his chair, hands wrapped around his own coffee. "Stalling what?"

"Life. Everything. Like we keep meeting here every week, talking about doing things, but we never actually do them."He chuckled softly. "You say that like it's a bad thing. Maybe this is the doing."

Option 2:

The rain pattered gently against the café window as Mira stared into her half-empty cup.

"You ever wonder if we’re just... stalling?"

she asked, not quite meeting Jonah’s eyes.

Jonah leaned back in his chair, hands wrapped around his own coffee.

"Stalling what?"

"Life. Everything. Like we keep meeting here every week, talking about doing things, but we never actually do them."

He chuckled softly.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Maybe this is the doing."

She finally looked up, eyes searching his.

"Yeah, but what if I want more than coffee and excuses?"

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I know it's only your first fic, but can I ask if you have AO3? Rather than bother writer with taglist, I prefer to subscribe them on AO3 so I can get notifs whenever they update.

Sorry but I don't have a AO3. But you can follow me and also I don't mind a taglist so just comment under me post and I will tag u.

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Really like your fic. Tiny request though, could you put a keep reading seperator so your post isn't so big/long. Not only does it helps mobile user, it helps you focus while reading, especially if you accidently scroll to far off the post.

Writers back then often seperate the story with the title, characters, warnings, etc. (In case you need guidance on where to put the 'read more')

I didn't know but now I added it

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Jungkook was seen at the airport today, but honestly, that’s not even the real story. The actual problem here is how some so-called fans still haven’t grasped the basic idea that they need to respect him as a person. It’s exhausting to keep seeing his personal space being constantly invaded, as if he doesn’t deserve the same privacy and boundaries as anyone else. Why are people always so close to him or his belongings, acting like it’s completely normal? It’s not.

And what’s worse is that some fans go on to share that kind of content as if it’s nothing, not realising that doing so only encourages the people who behave that way to keep doing it. It sends the message that it’s acceptable or even entertaining when in reality it’s just a massive lack of respect.

If there’s no official media around, if he’s not surrounded by a large security team, then surely it’s obvious that whatever he’s doing is something private or personal. It shouldn’t be that hard to understand. Fans should respect that without question. Actually, they should be respecting him at all times, but I think you get what I’m trying to say.

LEAVE THE MAN ALONE.

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Swept Under Surveillance | JJK | (1)

A janitor with a past. A CEO with enemies. A deal no one can know about.

Pairing: CEO! Jungkook x Ex Convict! reader

Genre: Corporate suspense, Corporate Thriller, Slowburn romance, secret alliance, modern AU, Spy AU, MDNI,Enemies within

Word count: 1K

Summary:All Y/N wanted was to protect her friend but one punch, one trial, and she became an ex-con.Now mopping floors at the company she once dreamed of, she stays invisible… until she catches a leaker and says a little too much for a janitor.The incident is buried. Everyone forgets her.Except Jungkook.He’s been hunting traitors.She becomes his hidden asset.Stay quiet, report everything, and he’ll clear her record.She agrees.Reluctantly.Because as Jungkook says no one notices the janitor.And that’s exactly what makes her dangerous.

Taglist: Open (comment under this)

Warnings: mentions of harassment, past assault, violence, prison record,Language / swearing(just a little),Criminal activity,Prison / ex-con mentions

A/N:Hi, this is my first ff. Please tell me your thoughts about it in the comments.And english is not my first language so please ignore any grammatical errors.Follow my blog but alot of BTS related content is coming soon. Sorry for the short chapter longer chapters will be coming.

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The office was quiet. Too quiet.

Y/N wiped the same spot on the glass conference table for the third time, the circular motion of her hand robotic. Her fingers ached from overuse, but she didn’t stop. It gave her something to do,something to control.

A flicker from the windows caught her eye. The city glittered outside, Seoul’s skyline blinking in rhythm like a heartbeat. Inside, only the faint buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant hum of an elevator filled the silence. Everyone else had gone home hours ago.

Everyone important, anyway.

Y/N moved like a ghost, her steps soft on the waxed tile. She knew these halls better than most. Not just where they led, but how they sounded. The sharp squeak of the break room door, the uneven floor panel near the HR wing, the automatic lights that didn’t always flick on right away. She noticed everything.

And that was the problem.

She hadn’t always been a janitor.

It had started with a night out. Just drinks, just friends—just another attempt at pretending life was lighter than it felt. She had been laughing when it happened. Her friend, Mina, had stepped out for a smoke. A man followed. Y/N hadn’t thought much of it until she saw his hand grip Mina’s arm too tight.

The look on Mina’s face said everything.

She reacted without thinking. Pushed the guy. He smirked. Said something disgusting. She swung.

One punch. One crack of bone against skin. One jaw out of alignment.

She hadn’t even known she could hit that hard.

By the time police arrived, the man was bleeding, dramatic, and loud. Mina was silent. Y/N’s hands shook.

She was charged with assault the next day.

The courtroom was worse than the cell. There was something humiliating about sitting in a suit you borrowed, watching people reduce you to a moment. The prosecutor didn’t care about context. The defense attorney did what she could, but the damage was done.

They called her "impulsive," "unstable," "a risk."

Eighteen months in prison.

No leniency.

She spent it quiet. Observing. Keeping her head down. She learned who to avoid, what silence meant in prison, and how to vanish even while standing still. When she got out, she didn’t feel free,she just felt… tired.

Her old company didn’t want her back. No one else did either. Every interview ended with the same polite rejection.

"You’re not the right fit."

She was desperate, running low on rent money, and one rejection away from giving up when she applied at Jeon Enterprises. It was a long shot. She had a background in operations, internal audits, and logistics—but her record screamed louder than her resume.

The HR assistant barely looked her in the eye.

"We’ve reviewed your file. We won’t be moving forward."

She nodded. She stood. She was halfway to the elevator when a woman behind the reception desk called her back.

"Facilities just called,they need help on the night crew. Cleaning staff. Would you be interested?"

Y/N said yes. Because saying no didn’t feed you.

Now she cleaned the very floors she used to walk across in heels. She carried a mop instead of reports. Wore a uniform with her name stitched across the chest instead of a blazer. And no one looked at her long enough to remember her face.

That suited her just fine.

Until tonight.

A flicker of light caught her attention from one of the cubicles down the hall. Her brows furrowed. The office should’ve been empty.

She moved slowly, cautious.

Voices.

"Just send it. No one checks those export logs." "What about the CEO?" "Jungkook’s in meetings all week. Just move the files."

Her blood chilled.

She stepped closer, hidden just behind the divider wall. She recognized the man. Logistics department's Kang Min-jae. Smug. Sloppy. Exactly the kind who thought he was too clever to get caught.

The screen glowed with spreadsheets, file transfers, and something labeled confidential.

Y/N pulled out her phone.

She knew what she was seeing. She knew what it could mean. In a place like this, being the only witness without evidence made you a liability.

She hit record.

Then, without hesitating, she walked to the nearest wall panel and pressed the emergency button.

Silent alarm.

Within minutes, security was there. Two guards stormed the office. Kang jumped to his feet, flustered, defensive.

"This is a mistake! I was just—"

Y/N stood still.

"I heard him talking about file exports. I saw what was on his screen."

The guards looked at her, then at each other.

"You sure about this?"

She nodded once.

"Positive."

She expected to be questioned. She expected to be ignored.

She didn’t expect what came next.

The following morning, she was just starting her shift when a man in a suit approached her by the supply closet.

"You’re Y/N?"

"Yes."

"The CEO wants to speak with you."

She blinked.

"Me?"

"He said to bring you to his office immediately."

Now she stood in front of the elevator that led to the top floor, somewhere she hadn’t been allowed since applying for a job she never got.

Her palms felt sweaty. Her heart pounded.

The doors opened. She stepped in.

Minutes later, she was outside the CEO’s office. The door was thick, glass frosted, light spilling out from beneath.

A voice from inside:

"Send her in."

She inhaled once. Then pushed the door open.

And walked straight into Jeon Jungkook’s world.

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Swept Under Surveillance | JJK

A janitor with a past. A CEO with enemies. A deal no one can know about.

Pairing: CEO! Jungkook x Ex Convict! reader

Genre: Corporate suspense, Corporate Thriller, Slowburn romance, secret alliance, modern AU, Spy AU, MDNI,Enemies within

Summary:All Y/N wanted was to protect her friend but one punch, one trial, and she became an ex-con.Now mopping floors at the company she once dreamed of, she stays invisible… until she catches a leaker and says a little too much for a janitor.The incident is buried. Everyone forgets her.Except Jungkook.He’s been hunting traitors.She becomes his hidden asset.Stay quiet, report everything, and he’ll clear her record.She agrees.Reluctantly.Because as Jungkook says no one notices the janitor.And that’s exactly what makes her dangerous.

Taglist: Open (comment under this)

Warnings: 18+,MDNI, mentions of harassment, past assault (non-graphic), violence, prison record,Language / swearing(just a little),Criminal activity,Prison / ex-con mentions,Corporate manipulation,Slowburn (for pacing heads-up),Betrayal,Past abuse (physical, emotional, sexual),warnings per specific chapter.

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A/N: Hi, and welcome to my blog. This is where I post all my fanfiction. Most of my fics lean toward angst, redemption arcs, morally gray choices, and the kind of love that doesn’t come easy. You’ll find enemies-to-lovers, silent longing, protective instincts, and storylines that blur the line between hurt and healing.There’s no fixed update schedule here just stories I care about, characters who won't leave me alone, and moments that feel a little too real. Reblogs and feedback keep me going (seriously), and if you ever want to scream in my inbox about something I wrote… please do.Asks are appreciated. Thanks for reading. Stay a while.

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Swept Under Surveillance | JJK | Teaser

A janitor with a past. A CEO with enemies. A deal no one can know about.

Pairing: CEO! Jungkook x Ex Convict! reader

Genre: Corporate suspense, Corporate Thriller, Slowburn romance, secret alliance, modern AU, Spy AU, MDNI

Summary:All Y/N wanted was to protect her friend but one punch, one trial, and she became an ex-con.Now mopping floors at the company she once dreamed of, she stays invisible… until she catches a leaker and says a little too much for a janitor.The incident is buried. Everyone forgets her.Except Jungkook.He’s been hunting traitors.She becomes his hidden asset.Stay quiet, report everything, and he’ll clear her record.She agrees.Reluctantly.Because as Jungkook says no one notices the janitor.And that’s exactly what makes her dangerous.

Taglist: Open (comment under this)

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The hum of fluorescent lights buzzed low, steady, the kind of sound you forget until everything else is silent. Y/N wiped down the glass conference table for the third time that night.

The building had emptied hours ago. Executives gone. Interns scurrying home. Meetings adjourned and the janitorial crew, but she stayed, she was feeling particularly dull today and wanted to keeps herself busy, a ghost shift, always in the background.

Y/N had learned to move quietly. Not out of fear, but out of habit. A survival instinct that had been sharpened by courtroom glares and prison silence. Now she wore a blue uniform with her name stitched too neatly across the chest. She pushed a mop cart. Kept her head down. Played small.

It was easier that way. Safer.

Until tonight.

A voice broke through the quiet, rough and annoyed, drifting from the open office just down the hall.

“Don’t send it from your work email, you idiot.”

Y/N’s hand froze mid-wipe. She turned her head just slightly, careful, silent. The lights were still on in Room 704. Odd. Most people didn’t linger this late unless they had something to hide… or something to steal.She took out her phone and started recording not to blackmail but to report.

“I said use the burner account. CEO finds out, we’re both—”

Her foot shifted on the waxed tile. A single creak.

Silence.

The voice stopped. Then came the sharp scrape of a chair, sudden and tense.

She moved fast stepping back into the shadows behind a pillar, out of sight. Her heart pounded, but it wasn’t panic she felt. It was focus. Sharp, calculating awareness. Like a muscle she hadn’t used in years suddenly snapping awake.

She knew that voice. She knew the man’s name.

And she’d seen the corner of the screen. Internal reports. Confidential exports. Keywords that screamed data breach.

Not because she was nosy.

But because once upon a time, she did more than just clean up after corporate messes.

She created systems like those. She trained people who made those mistakes. She knew exactly what he was doing and she was going to stop it.