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fallen angel is so good wow it's like god answered my prayer because not long ago i was talking to myself about how i wish there's a good demon jk fic who likes to corrupt innocent souls and you served a very delicious meal thanks maam 🙏 i see your reqs are open! would you like to entertain this idea of werewolf jk who stole someone else's mate 😙 her mate could be abusive so that's why jk "saves" her or maybe jk did it for funsies bcs he's just obsessed with her lol 😆

creature of the night. jjk

pairing: alpha!jk x beta!reader

wc: 6.6k

warnings: werewolf!jk, softdom!jk, super super desperate reader, reader is taken, cheating, pwp this is nasty yall, slight coercion, light fingering (f receiving), light oral (f receiving), overstimulation, light crying, light blood, pet names, light voyernism, some aggressiveness/abusive behavior (not from jungkook), jimin is reader’s original mate !!

a/n: my first req !! tysm anon for requesting !! im not super familiar with the werewolf trope so i hope you like it !! (this fic lowk had me distracted halfway through writing phew its a nasty one) reqs still open !!

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you were always happy with jimin. at least that’s what you told yourself.

it wasn’t until he stopped touching you that you realized something was wrong. he made excuses, he was busy, he wasn’t in the mood, he was stressed about his pack i mean being an alpha isn’t easy work after all. but you had been through three separate heat cycles now, and you were frustrated.

every month passed, another heat you had to endure, waiting for your alpha to take care of you, but he never did.

and then, there was jungkook.

he was the alpha of an enemy pack, a competitor, and jimin’s lifelong threat. and he was obsessed with you, the idea of stealing jimin’s most prized possession right out from under his feet drove him wild, and he never failed to show you just how bad he wanted you.

“you look tired, sweetheart. long night?” you hear the familiar voice creeping up behind you. you could smell him coming from a mile away but gave up on any attempts to avoid him, knowing he would always track you down.

you continue piling the wood in front of you, preparing for a long winter, after all it was your responsibility as the alpha’s mate to take a maternal role for the entire pack.

“no. and even if it was i wouldn’t tell you about it.” you respond coldly, you hated his presence, and you hated that he could see right through your relationship struggles.

you didn’t even need to look at him to hear the grin on his face, slicing his words in half as he spoke.

“awww is jimin really treating you that bad, sweetheart?” you can feel him coming closer to you, but you continue to ignore his approaching frame as best as you can, continuing with your woodpile with your back facing him.

“jimin is… jimin.” is all you can muster before grabbing a stack of wood and heading to your cabin, without even a glance at the man standing behind you. but you already know he’s following, like a lost puppy looking for his mother.

“that bad, huh? i know what will make you feel better.” his footsteps follow behind you as you approach the cabin. luckily for you, the whole pack including your mate were out hunting for the day, preparing for what was supposed to be a frigid winter. you knew if jimin saw him on his territory, he would throw a fit, nevermind speaking to you. he knew jungkook had taken an interest in you recently, but he never knew the true extent of it. the paw prints by your window in the snow, the scent he gave off when he was in your presence. the flirty comments were the least of your concern being that your heat was approaching again soon, and being alone with an alpha, especially not one that’s your mate, was a very bad idea. you didn’t have full clarity in your mind or control of your body during a heat, especially not around an alpha.

you threw the wood down at the foot of the cabin door, turning around to face jungkook for the first time since your interaction had started.

his frame was large, almost larger than normal, hair a curly mess on top of his head, with his arms crossed along his chest. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he looked like a real alpha, the one you’ve been dreaming of the last couple months. but you pushed these thoughts aside quickly.

“oh yeah? and what will make me feel better?” you mimic his stance, crossing your arms and tilting your head, keeping your cold demeanor as best as you can. it was hard to hate someone you had no reason to hate, especially since jungkook had been nothing but nice to you, aside from the occasional harassment. but you were jimin’s mate, and anyone jimin hated, you hated the same.

“me.” he smirks down at you, taking a step closer to you, towering over you as he slowly approached, his gaze darkening as you begin to feel a bubble arising in your stomach. your heat was supposed to begin tonight, and you needed to stay far away from an alphas that weren’t your boyfriend.

you resist the urge to back up as he walks closer to you, instead, walking past him and brushing against his shoulder in the process, making your way back to the wood pile that was calling your name.

“in your dreams, jeon. do you want jimin to kill you?” you call out as you pick up another pile of wood and begin bringing it back to the house. you feel your heart drop as jungkook takes another step closer to you, grabbing the wood from your arms and placing it next to the original pile by the cabin.

“jimin couldn’t kill me if he tried. plus, even if he did, i’d at least die going after something i wanted.” he glances at you, smiling, before going back to the wood and picking up another arm full, doing your job for you as he continues bringing more and more to the foot of the cabin.

“jungkook, you seriously need to stop with this. i know it’s your lifelong dream to destroy him or whatever, but find some other way to do it, i’m not getting involved.” you say, watching carefully as he finishes placing down the last piece of wood, leaning up so he’s now towering over you once more. he reaches a hand up, gripping your chin gently as he tilts your head to look up at him. you feel your stomach twirl at the small gesture, but never let your face show it.

jungkook however, as an alpha, has a very keen sense of smell. especially when it comes to betas that aren’t being properly satisfied, or are in heat. you, are both of those things. and jungkook could smell how desperate you were before he even reached the property line.

he smirks at you, watching your expression carefully. “you’re already involved, sweetheart.” he releases your chin and watches as your eyebrows furrow together. “plus, i couldn’t stop if i wanted to. not when im so close to getting what i want.” he tucks a hair behind your ear carefully before turning around and walking away, without even a glance behind him at your frozen stature at the foot of the cabin.

“do anything productive today?” your boyfriend’s sweet words echo through the dining room. you glance up from your food that you had barely touched and watch him as he eyes you carefully, waiting for a response.

“not really. brought some wood inside, that’s about it.” you bring your fork down to your plate, poking at the meat lightly before putting it down completely, leaning back in your chair. you couldn’t eat, not with the impending doom of your relationship in the back of your mind and that god forsaken alpha next door that won’t leave you alone.

jimin quirks an eyebrow before bringing his fork up to his mouth, taking another bite. “that’s strange because i heard you had a visitor.” he says in between chewing. you feel your heart drop. how could he have known? and the fact that you lied about it wasn’t helping your case whatsoever.

you gulp gently, trying to regain your composure. “y-yeah. i didn’t talk to him long though. i made him leave.”

“that’s not what it looked like, y/n.” his voice is calm, but that only makes you more nervous. how could he have seen? he didn’t get home until hours after your interaction with jungkook.

“jimin, i promise you have nothing to-“

“like hell i don’t!” you feel your body jump involuntarily as jimin smashes his hands down on the dinner table, causing the silverware to vibrate aggressively. you feel your heart begin to race, your mind swarming with thoughts as you watch him take a breath and calmly bring his fork back up to his mouth, taking another bite of his dinner.

“you know how i feel about him, y/n. why would you even utter a word to him. not to mention his obsession with you.”

“he’s not obsessed with-“

“i swear to fucking god if you finish that sentence.” you watch as jimin points his fork at you, almost threatening. you gulp again. you had no idea what had gotten into him lately. this wasn’t his first outburst recently, but if you had told the you that met him years ago that the sweet boy you knew would’ve turned into this monster, you would’ve never believed yourself

“jimin, please-“ you mutter, feeling defeated.

“you should be begging for my forgiveness, y/n. dumb fucking slut all you care about is getting dick. the second i get busy with the pack you start running off with my arch nemesis.” his words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you feel your heart pang in your chest. how could he say those things?

“jimin i never-“

“the next time i see you even breathing the same air as him, we’re done. you want to be an alpha’s slut so bad? go have him.” you watch as the love of your life stands up from his spot at the dinner table, throwing his silverware down onto his plate and storming off.

you were in shock. you didn’t know what to say, what to think. but you didn’t have time to process this right now, your heat was approaching and you needed to prepare for the night.

you feel the warm water consume your body as you bring yourself into the bathtub. the heat comforting your cold heart almost instantaneously. as much as you wanted to push the day’s events to the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but hear jimin’s words ringing in your ears. you could barely control when jungkook approached you nevermind ignored him completely. it was nearly impossible!

you take a breath and exhale, sighing as you lean your head down and under the water, allowing it to swallow you hole.

you are only under the water for half a second, finally feeling some sort of relaxation, and then, it hits you. the first wave.

your body shudders, your heart dropping to your stomach as you feel a deep flutter between your legs.

you immediately come up for air, inhaling deeply as you cross your legs, trying to make the feeling subside in any way you can. the first couple waves are normally not that bad, but because you hadn’t been stuffed by an alpha in so long, the waves only got worse, and worse.

you feel a moan escape your lips, quickly covering your mouth before standing up from the tub and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around your bare body and escaping to your room with quick strides.

since you and jimin started to struggle, you had been sleeping in the guest room of the cabin, which is typically reserved for a member of the back during a time of need, but right now, that was you.

you quickly sit down on the edge of your bed, trying to breathe through the wave as best you can, your knuckles turning white gripping the towel across your chest.

the room is silent, air slightly chilly, enough to make your nipples harden underneath the now cold towel.

you groan, knowing that this is only the beginning, and that you needed to restrain yourself quickly before you got any funny ideas about running next door to find an alpha to mate with.

you barely had time to grab the restraints from your closet before another wave hits you, hard. you feel your knees buckle underneath you, growing weaker and weaker with each stride as the flutter travels from in between your thighs, to your desperate hole.

you feel another moan escape your lips as you regain your composure and bring the restraints to your bed.

typically you would prefer to be clothed during your heat, but right now you didn’t have time for that considering each wave was approaching faster and faster.

you lay down quickly, heart thumping in your chest as you fumble with the restraints, tying yourself to the headboard as best as you can.

once you’re fully immobilized, you take a deep breath, your legs clenching together as the heat circles around your core, the sweet tingling only making you more and more desperate, and before you know it, you’re a mess.

writhing on top of the covers, a thin sheet of sweat covered your body, your nipples exposed to the cold air only making you more sensitive. you couldn’t help the whines of desperation that left your throat. you were trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing damn well that a beta in heat without a mate was like a magnet for any alpha within a 10 mile radius, but there was only one you were worried about right now.

jungkook knew your heat was approaching before he even laid eyes on you this afternoon, and he knew that jimin hadn’t mated with you in at least three months judging by your scent.

he relived the moment he first saw you over and over in his head, staring at the ceiling longingly as he imagined how perfect you would look taking his cock, how much he would love to make you scream his name, how he would love for jimin to watch.

he smirks, feeling himself get hard at the thought of you.

but his smirk quickly drops when he hears a gentle cry in the distance.

jungkook had decided to sleep with his window open tonight, hoping that he could air out the lingering scent of you off his body before it drove him mad. but what he wasn’t prepared for was the sound of you whining across the pine trees from beside his window.

he feels his cock twitch as he makes the realization that those weren’t whines of pleasure, but whines of desperation. he figured your heat was approaching, but he didn’t realize it was here already. and not only that, but the fact that jimin wasn’t taking care of you filled him with a rage he couldn’t describe.

he feels a pinch in his palms as he opens his hands and sees the crescent patches painting his palms red, a sign of his anger, of his rage.

i should go check on her, make sure no lingering alphas get any ideas. but his thoughts are fruitless, as he’s already outside your window by the time the brain wave is complete.

but what he wasn’t prepared for, was the sight of your bare, naked body chained to your bed.

he groans darkly at the sight of you, writhing in desperation as your body pleads for some sort of relief. he brings his hand down to his pants, palming his hard on gently as his brain twists and turns at the image.

and got your scent. it was seeping through the walls. how could jimin function, nevermind sleep through this? never had he seen such a needy beta, not even in their first heat had he ever seen one so desperate.

what kind of alpha would he be if he didn’t take care of her?

you feel one of the waves finish, sliding off your body gracefully as if it didn’t leave you destroyed. each wave got more and more painful, and you were wondering how much longer you could put up with this before it consumed you completely.

your legs were shaking tirelessly, beads of sweat dribbling down your forehead as you take a deep breath in, trying to regain your composure as best you can.

but, there’s something wrong. you picked up a strange smell in the air, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

suddenly, you hear the gentle creek of your bedroom door. your body freezes, completely consumed with fear as you see a tall shadow standing in the doorway of your room.

jimin is not that tall.

you begin to whimper in fear, moving your legs so your sat against the headboard. your pleas are gentle, but any good alpha could easily decipher what they meant; please spare me.

you watch carefully as the shadow takes a step towards you, a beam of moonlight from the window shining on a small portion of his face.

“j-jungkook?” you whimper, your legs shaking gently at the feeling of another wave coming your way. you had to deter it as best as you could, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself once it arrived, especially not with him in front of you.

but, he didn’t respond, only walked closer to you, as if in a trance.

he brings a hand up to your leg, his finger gently sliding across your burning skin, carefully examining every mole and freckle along the way.

“jungkook?” you say a bit louder this time, and you watch as his face snaps up, awaking him from his day dream.

“i-i smelt you. m-my window was open, and i c-couldn’t stop myself.” he stutters, his voice less dominant and more nervous as his finger continued to trace lines up and down your thigh. you suddenly became aware of your naked state and felt a wave of guilt rush over you. jimin was going to kill you if he found out.

the feeling of jungkook’s hand on your skin stirred another wave of heat through your body, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you double over, your legs shaking aggressively as a line of slick leaks from your throbbing hole, landing on the sheets beneath you.

you’d be blind if you didn’t notice jungkook’s eyes quickly travel from your thigh, to in between them, widening as he sees the mess you’ve made already of your bed sheets.

you feel another moan escape your lips at the mere thought of his presence, silently scolding yourself for feeling this way, but you couldn’t help it, it was in your nature.

“jungkook, p-please. you c-can’t be h-here.” you stutter in between whimpers, your body shaking aggressively now as the wave takes over completely, washing you from head to toe and causing more slick to leak out of you in the process.

jungkook however, is stuck in place. his eyes were dancing around your body, from your face, to your breasts, to your gushing hole and everywhere in between. there was no way he was leaving this room now.

he feels his dominance kick in at the sound of your moans, knowing that an intense wave just hit you, and suddenly, his alpha stature comes out.

he quickly takes a seat next to you on the bed, brushing the hair out from your sweaty face.

“shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay just breathe.” you feel your core twist and turn at his words. you had never seen him so gentle before. he was always just harassing you, his alpha side must’ve kicked in when he was you experiencing a wave.

“j-jungkook. please. i won’t be able to s-stop myself.” your legs shake, your eyes closed tightly as you fight the urge to lunge at him and break your restraints.

jungkook noticed and gulps, feeling his dick twitch at the thought of being able to fuck you, mark you as his, mate with you, while jimin is right in the other room.

his mouth salivates at the sight before him, his eyes locked on your core as he watches it leak more and more slick, the bed sheets saturated with your desperation.

before he has time to process what he’s doing, he leans down, his face now in between your thighs, his breathing short and ragged as he watches your hole throb around nothing.

“just one taste…” you hear him mutter to himself beneath you. you open your mouth, wanting to tell him to stop, but nothing comes out, and your body suddenly shakes as he licks a stripe up your core.

you moan loudly, hands wrapped tightly around the restraints in an attempt to hold yourself up, your legs quivering harshly as he licks another stripe, stopping at your clit and sucking on it tightly.

you feel feral, completely overwhelmed, your body sweating profusely now as he continues to lick and suckle on your core, you can’t stop yourself from the uncontrollable moans and groans that leave your mouth.

“f-fuck. jungkook, p-please stop.” you plead, your voice weak and trembling. as much as you wanted him to stop, for the sake of your relationship, your body was desperate for the slightest bit of touch he could give you, and the more he continues his ministrations on your core, the less you’re able to control your heat from consuming you entirely.

he wraps his arms under your thighs, getting a better grip on you as he continues to eat you out relentlessly, his tongue never once faltering as he buries his face into your sopping cunt.

you moan loudly, unable to control the volume of your screams as you internally panic at the thought of jimin hearing you, or worse, being able to smell jungkook in the house. you pray to anyone that might listen to you that he’s fast asleep, but you know better. he may have been able to conceal it, but jimin’s alpha instincts would never allow him to sleep during one of your heats, it simply wasn’t possible.

jungkook pulls away from your core briefly, his face covered in your juices as he looks up at you from between your legs. the sight of you covered in sweat and heaving struggling to retain any air in your lungs only fuels him more.

“you taste so fucking good.” his voice is low and growled as he begins to move so he’s hovering above you now, your faces merely inches apart as he looks down at you. his eyes tracing your figure, his mouth agape and lips swollen, skin shining with the reflection of your juices.

you feel like you’re unable to function or think under his intense gaze, you gulp harshly, your mind overwhelmed with thoughts of your relationship, but your body unconsciously leaning up into his, trying to gain any sort of friction you can.

“let me take care of you.” he whispers, leaning down into the crook of your neck as he peppers kisses along your sticky skin. you moan deeply, cursing your body for reacting to him so easily. you hadn’t been touched in months, and he was doing everything perfectly, like he somehow already knew your body inside and out, and it was driving you crazy.

“j-jungkook.” is all your able to mutter before he begins sucking harshly on your neck, marking you in desperation. you buck your hips up into his at the sudden force, arms pulling harshly on your restraints in a subconscious attempt to break free.

“so needy, so sweet, and all for me.” he whispers in between kisses, trailing down to your breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking harshly. you feel another wave of heat consuming your body at his actions, causing you to scream out again, your legs trembling and core pulsing as it leaks more slick out onto the bed.

you’re about to protest, stop him, do anything to save your relationship until you feel his hand slide in between your thighs, prodding your wet hole before pushing inside you, still marking your breasts and chest along the way.

you moan out again, body tensing as you feel yourself tighten around his fingers harshly as he starts a steady pace on your cunt.

“let’s do something about that heat of yours, yeah?” you groan again at his words, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you almost too much for you to bare. your eyes clench shut as you begin to shake even harder now, desperate to feel more. you bite your lip in an attempt to stay quiet but it’s no use, only breaking the skin on your bottom lip as it begins to bleed lightly.

jungkook smells the blood almost immediately and returns his attention to your face, admiring your swollen red lips. he continues his ministrations on your cunt but leans forward, devouring your lips in a passionate kiss, licking up the small drops of blood that hover on your skin.

you groan into his mouth, feeling the way his fingers curl up into you, and the heat of his tongue on yours, bucking your hips up involuntarily and pulling on your arm restraints harshly, wanting to be closer to him.

jungkook notices your attempts to escape the restraints and removes his fingers from your hole, feeling it tighten around nothing at the sudden emptiness. he brings his hands to your restraints and begins undoing them, pulling away from the kiss and watching as your eyes widen with panic.

“i-i won’t be able to control myself.” your voice shakes as you plead to him not to undo your restraints.

“i don’t want you to.” he says calmly as he fully releases you from your confinement, your arms falling down to the bed harshly as the panic sets in on the intensity of the situation.

he looks at your expression, seeing the worry in your eyes as your arms shake, your body fighting its natural urges to pounce on him and ride him until you can’t walk.

he brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks gently as he reassures you.

“mate with me.” his voice comes out in a beg, filled with passion and need. you widen your eyes again at his request. he was asking you to leave jimin for him ? was he insane ?

“what?”

he looks at you again, his touch soothing the patches of sweat on your face, moving your hair so it’s no longer sticking to your forehead.

“mate with me.” he repeats, his voice just as desperate as the first time he asked. you’re unable to think. how could he possibly ask you to leave jimin ? he knew how much you loved him, not to mention your dedication to his pack. you suddenly get flashbacks to your dinner with him earlier, the way he yelled at you, his aggressive behavior, what he said about jungkook. you gulp harshly, consumed by your thoughts as you feel yourself begin to drift away from your current situation.

“you’re not happy, y/n. when was the last time he touched you ?” you feel a pang of shame in your heart at his words, you knew he was right, but you’d never be able to forgive yourself if you betrayed jimin like that.

“a true alpha would never let his mate endure their heat alone, even if he was mad. it’s not right and you know it.” you hear his words but you’re unable to respond, all you can think about was how jimin was in the next room, whether or not he could hear everything that was happening, all your happy moments together.

jungkook watches as you drift away from the conversation, and he brings his head back down into the crook of your neck, suckling the skin gently.

“mate with me.” his voice is more desperate now, kissing from your neck down to your shoulders. you feel yourself moan at his touch, your head lulling back as you allow him to take more space on your skin.

“mate with me.” he repeats, dragging his lips down to your collarbones and chest, passionately pecking any free patch of skin he could find.

“mate with me.” he brings his hands up to your shoulders and lays you back on the bed, kissing all the way down to your stomach and thighs, running his hands along the wet skin and scratching it gently.

“mate with me.” he leans back, bringing his hands down to his waistband and pulling them off quickly, his hands finding the hem of his shirt as well, pulling those off too, leaving him just in his boxers as he teasingly brings your hand to the waistband, tracing it gently.

you’re eyes widen at the sight of his hard on, he was bigger than you could’ve ever imagined. you feel his soft skin under the waistband of his boxers, feeling the gentle goosebumps arise as you run your fingers along it, instinctively wrapping your fingers around it signaling for him to take them off.

without a word, he follows your instructions, pulling his boxers down as you watch his cock spring free, drops of precum trickling down the head as he returns to his place above you on the bed.

he leans forward, his cock laying on your tummy as he kisses you passionately, your hips bucking up into his cock as you feel another wave rush over you. the feeling of his cock being so close to your core driving you wild.

you moan gently into his lips, your legs shaking slightly as you grind up into him, the base of his cock swiping against your core softly causing you to cry out again.

jungkook pulls away from the kiss, admiring how fucked out you looked already, bringing his hand down to his cock and aligning it with your entrance, prodding your hole gently.

“mate with me.” his voice now barely a whisper as he rubs the head of his cock between your soaked folds. you moan loudly again, feeling completely overwhelmed by every movement he made. you wanted nothing more than to say yes and allow him to fuck you right then and there, but you couldn’t stop thinking about jimin, and what that would mean for your relationship.

he brings the head of his cock back to your hole, watching as another heat takes over you, leaking hot liquid onto his tip. he growls at the sight, pushing the head gently into your core and watching as your mouth falls open at the feeling. he brings his hands to your hips, holding them in place against the bed as he stays still, only keeping the head of his cock inside you, and never once moving.

“mate with me.” his voice is now a low whisper, watching you struggle to keep your composure under him. you’re fighting against his hold, bucking your hips up as he holds you in place, anything to make him push into you deeper, but he never does.

“j-jungkook, p-please.” you groan, desperate for him to fuck you. you wiggle your hips at an attempt to gain friction but it’s no use with the way he holds you against the bed. you were cornered, you could either say yes and get what you wanted, or say no and watch as he leaves you even more desperate than you were before.

“mate with me, y/n.” his voice is sterner now, his gaze burning holes into you as you look up at him, his eyes dark and full of lust. you knew he would be an aggressive lover just by looking at him. nothing about him screamed gentle.

“p-please.” your eyes begin to well up at the overstimulation.

“do you know how fucking good i can make you feel?” your breath hitches in your throat as he rolls his hips forward, pushing his cock into you, slowly.

you feel your walls stretch around his length as he slowly moves his cock deeper into you, he was so big you thought it would never end.

“do you know how well i’d take care of you if you were mine?” you’re unable to form words as he bottoms out inside of you, still holding your hips in place as he settles within your cunt, stopping once he’s fully inside of you.

“you’d have your heat every night with the way i’d fuck you.” you feel a moan fall from your lips at the feeling of having him inside of you, his words only stirring the butterflies inside your core.

“mate with me.” he places a hand on your chin and forces you to look up at him, watching as your face is contorted with pleasure and overstimulation. and before you have time to process it, the word is leaving your mouth.

“okay.”

he quickly brings a hand up to your mouth, covering it tightly as he fucks up into you at an inhumane pace.

“good girl, fuck.” he mumbles, his cock stretching you out deliciously as he fucks you into the bed. you realize now why he covered your mouth as you begin to cry out loudly, his palm muffling the nasty sounds that spill from your lips.

his cock was big, bigger than you were used to, and the way it perfectly hit your g-spot with every thrust was driving you insane. you brought your hands up to his shoulders to find something to hold on to, feeling as they tense under your touch.

“god you’re so fucking tight. when was the last time he fucked you?” you moan again at his words, feeling him move his hand away slightly for you to respond.

“t-three months ago.” you stutter, your voice shaky as he covers your mouth once more, groaning as he fucks you even harder.

“fuck. i’m gonna take such good care of you, baby. you’re gonna forget he ever existed.” you feel your body shake aggressively as he picks up his pace, wrapping your legs around his back to allow him to fuck you deeper. he growls at the small action, moving his hand from your mouth to your throat as he wraps his fingers around your neck lightly.

“bet he didn’t fuck you like this, did he?” he tightens his grip around your neck, your head swirling as he cuts of your ability to breathe. you feel a head rush wash over you, your vision darkening slightly as you do your best to whisper a response.

“f-fuck, no he didn’t.” he releases his grip around your neck at your words, watching as you shake in pleasure beneath him. he can’t help the smirk that falls across his lips knowing that jimin was in just the next room.

he wraps an arm around your waist and flips you over so you’re on your stomach, pushing his cock into you once more as he grips your hips slightly.

you moan out loudly at the new position, already feeling like he’s pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“wanna hear that pretty voice, wanna hear you moan my name, want jimin to hear it too.” he slaps your ass harshly as he continues pulling your hips down to his own, fucking you from behind.

your knuckles are turning white from your aggressive hold on the sheets, your lips bit tightly between your teeth as you shake your head, the thought of jimin hearing you scaring you half to death.

but jungkook doesn’t like that response.

he wraps a hand around your hair pulling you back roughly, you let out a squeal at the sudden aggressiveness. his hips never stalled as he brought his other hand to your front, dragging it down to your clit and rubbing torturous circles with his fingers.

you moan out loudly as he continues to fuck you like this, his hands on your clit pushing you towards the edge faster and faster.

“wanna try that again?” he whispers into your ear as he continues to fuck into you, your mind is completely blank, all you can think about is your approaching orgasm and the way his fingers feel against your clit.

jungkook smiles to himself, noting how easily you get overstimulated, and lets go of your hair to watch your upper half fall back to the bed roughly. he brings both of his hands back to your hips and begins to fuck you harder.

“close already, huh sweetheart?” your body begins to shake, his mocking tone shooting straight to your core as you feel yourself begin to teeter on the edge. all you can do is moan loudly in response, you’re sure jimin could hear you, anyone in a 10 mile radius probably could.

“cum baby, wanna feel you cream on my cock like a good pup.” and at his words you can no longer hold back, your cunt tightening around him as you begin to squirt, coating his cock and balls with your slick, your vision turning black and head spinning as you scream loudly.

jungkook’s hips stall slightly at the way you squeeze him, almost pushing his cock out of you completely. his lower half entirely soaked with your slick as he groans loudly. he’d never seen a pup so desperate for an alpha that they squirted on him. he begins to fuck into you faster, his high approaching quickly too as he runs his hands up and down your sides, soothing you gently.

“shhh it’s okay, baby. you did so good, such a good girl for me.” his voice is shaky but he never shows how much you affected him. you begin to come back to reality, your entire body convulsing in overstimulation as you feel him continue to fuck you. his soothing actions by your sides only turning you on more, making the overstimulation worse as you writhe and wiggle under his hold.

“ahh- fuck.” you squeal, you had never felt this level of overstimulation before. normally jimin doesn’t even make you finish.

“almost there baby, fuck.” jungkook’s thrusts become sloppy as he fucks into you harder, making your cunt scream out in pain. he takes his final couple thrusts before groaning loudly and spilling his seed inside of you, filling you up completely. it’s more than you’re used to, you’ve never seen a man cum so much.

“fuck.” he mumbles, his thrusts slowing down as he fucks his seed into you. after a couple deep breaths he pulls his cock out, watching as the mixture of your fluids leak out, your hole pulsing with need as they drip onto the sheets below you.

you collapse onto the bed, feeling completely overwhelmed, but even more fulfilled knowing that you finally have an alpha that can take care of you and your needs.

jungkook collapses beside you, bringing a hand to your head as he tucks a hair behind your ear.

“what did he ever do to deserve you?” he mumbles just over a whisper, watching as you close your eyes gently out of over-tiredness.

just when you feel you’re about to drift into a deep sleep, you hear a creak in the doorway, your heart dropping to your stomach as you open your eyes widely, seeing jungkook’s cocky expression as he watches his gaze shift to the bedroom door.

“what the fuck.” you hear jimin’s familiar voice across the room, feeling an overwhelming sense of regret and shame wash over you, but you’re internally glad you’re not facing the doorway and can’t see his expression.

jungkook stands up from off the bed, reaching for his boxers before sliding them up over his legs and cock proudly.

“i told you i’d get her.” you hear jungkook respond confidently, finishing putting his clothes on before leaning back down to you and wrapping a towel over your figure, picking you up in one swift movement.

he looks down at your face, seeing your eyes scrunched up tightly, an expression of guilt painted on your beautiful features.

you can feel his chest grumble, but don’t open your eyes or respond as he shoots jimin a glare and brushes past him, walking out the cabin and into the wild.

you were his now, and he wasn’t going to let anything stand in the way.

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ROULETTE JEONJUNGKOOK

INSPIRED BY KAKERUGUI! (Three)

18+ SMUT WARNING *dubcon/noncon elements*

Themes: Obsession, high-stakes gambling, manipulation, power dynamics, psychological warfare, lust vs. control, dominance and submission

Genre: Dark romance, psychological thriller, drama

Warnings: Dubious consent, Power imbalance, Manipulation and coercion, Yandere behavior, Gambling addiction themes, SMUT / explicit sexual content, Emotional blackmail, Violence or threats (minor or implied, depending on tone)

“INTRO: You were the undefeated queen of the tables—calm, cunning, and untouchable. That was before Jeon Jungkook transferred in, smiling like sin and playing like the devil.”

taglist: @hkplushier @darkuni63 @vintagemoonsstuff @haneulreads

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They say falling from the top is worse than never climbing at all.

You never believed it—until now.

Your desk used to sit near the windows, where natural light fell on your cards like a halo. Now, it’s tucked into the back row like a punishment. The gold tag that once marked you as Queen has been replaced with black: House Pet.

And everyone saw it happen.

You can feel their eyes. Their whispers. The shifting tides. The way the ones who used to kneel now smirk behind their hands. Hybe Academy is merciless, and it doesn’t take long for the first student to try stepping on you to climb.

He drops your books in the hallway. Laughs like it’s funny. The others join in.

But before you can pick them up, he’s there.

Jungkook.

He bends down slowly, collects each book with quiet precision, and straightens up with a gentle smile.

“You forgot these,” he says sweetly, and turns to the boy who mocked you.

The smile doesn’t fade.

But his tone drops. The mask drops.

For the first time, in public.

“Apologize.”

Silence.

The boy scoffs. “Why? She’s a—”

Jungkook moves so fast you almost miss it. A fist in the collar. A slammed locker. A gasping sound.

“I said,” Jungkook whispers, his face terrifyingly calm, “apologize.”

The boy stammers out something breathless and pitiful. Jungkook releases him like he was nothing. He fixes his sleeve, then turns back to you.

“I take care of my things,” he says. “Don’t I, little pet?”

Your breath catches in your throat.

This wasn’t punishment. This wasn’t debt.

It was possession.

⸻

That evening, you’re called to the east wing—his dorm suite.

You expect smugness. Arrogance. Gloating. But when he opens the door, he looks almost… tender.

“Come in,” he says. “You look tired. They were mean to you today.”

You step inside. The door locks behind you with a soft click.

His room is immaculate. Warm lighting. Stacks of cards and strategy books. Velvet curtains drawn. In the center: a chair beside a low table.

Your chest tightens.

“I told you,” he murmurs as he walks around you, voice brushing your skin. “This school likes cruelty. But I’m different.”

He lifts the collar slowly. “I don’t want to humiliate you.”

Then he smiles, eyes gleaming with something deeper. Something possessive.

“I want to own you.”

You feel yourself start to sweat.

And so it begins.

———-

At lunch, he sits with you. Feeds you a grape like it’s perfectly normal.

“You’re doing so well,” he says sweetly, brushing something imaginary from your cheek. “I knew you’d adjust fast.”

You clench your jaw, stabbing your salad with unnecessary force.

He leans closer. “You’re angry.”

“No shit,” you snap under your breath.

He only laughs.

Then he speaks, softer: “Just don’t lose your edge, pet. I like you sharp.”

You glare at him, and he hums in satisfaction like he’s just seen a piece of art exactly the way he imagined it.

Across the cafeteria, someone tries to snap a photo.

He sees it before you do.

Jungkook turns slowly. Tilts his head. Smiles.

And then, without breaking eye contact, he kisses your cheek.

The flash goes off. Students gasp. Someone drops their tray.

Your entire face burns.

“Oops,” he murmurs playfully. “Guess that’ll be on the student forum in five minutes.”

You shove his hand away, heart pounding.

He only chuckles and picks up his drink.

“Careful, pet,” he says. “You keep reacting like that, and people will think you actually like me.”

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His private dorm is nothing like the underground chambers.

There are no velvet tables. No gold coins or hushed spectators. No rules taped to the wall.

The lights are low, warm. A gramophone plays something soft and classical. And in the center, not a table, but a chaise.

Jungkook shuts the door behind you, and the lock clicks loud in the stillness.

You stand stiff in the middle of the room, waiting for his usual sickly sweet voice. His teasing.

But when he speaks, it’s different this time.

“This room is off-record. No council rules. No student forum.”

Your spine stiffens. “Then why am I here?”

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly.

“To learn.”

⸻

He sits down in a tall-backed chair across from the chaise, spreading his legs slightly, hands resting on the arms like a throne.

“Here, I teach you how to behave. How to listen. How to obey.”

You bristle. “I’m not playing a game with you. I’m not your dog.”

He smiles now—finally—and sets the collar in his lap. “No, you’re just mine.”

He taps the chair beside him.

“Sit.”

You don’t move.

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing. “If I have to repeat myself again, it will become a punishment round.”

Your mouth goes dry.

You glance at the door.

He catches the look.

“Go ahead. Try to leave.

You don’t. Not because you’re scared of being stopped. But because a deep, sick part of you wants to know what he’ll do next.

Wants to see how far this goes.

Slowly… you sit.

“There,” he murmurs, brushing a finger under your chin. “That’s better.”

Your voice trembles. “What now?”

He smiles—sharp, indulgent.

“Now we play a different kind of game.”

—-

You sit stiffly at the edge of the chaise in his private lounge, still unsure whether this room is a punishment, a trap, or something worse: a test.

Jungkook sits across from you, one leg crossed, hands resting neatly on the arms of his chair like he was born to rule something. Someone. You.

“As I’ve said, there’s no council here,” he says calmly. “No rules. No fake rankings or reputation to hide behind. Just you… and me.”

He leans forward, eyes glittering.

“Lesson one: You don’t play for power. You’ll play for favor.”

You hate the way your heart jumps at that. Hate that it almost sounds gentle. You don’t speak.

He smiles anyway.

“I’m going to give you commands,” he continues. “Each one earns you a token. Five tokens, and you win.”

“Win what?” you ask, voice cold.

His lips curve. “Mercy.”

You grit your teeth.

“Command one,” he says softly. “Come here.”

You hesitate.

He doesn’t repeat it. He doesn’t have to.

The tension in the room says it for him.

Slowly, you rise from the chaise and take cautious steps toward him. You stop a foot away.

“Closer,” he murmurs.

You step forward. He’s still sitting, knees slightly apart, watching you like you’re something fragile and dangerous at once.

He lifts a small silver token from the side table and presses it into your hand.

“Good girl.”

Your breath catches.

⸻

Command Two.

“Sit.”

You blink. “Sit… where?”

He pats his lap.

Your jaw tightens, and you raise an eyebrow. “No way.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I could always make you, but you’re not gonna like what happens if it comes to that.”

You glance at the chaise. The locked door.

He’s not going to make you. That’s the trick. You have to choose it.

And somehow, that’s worse.

But your pride is already tattered, and something else—something deeper—is stirring beneath the anger. Something like fire.

So you move and begrudgingly sit on his lap. He lightly places a supportive hand on your hip.

Facing away from him, chin up, heart pounding.

Jungkook sets another token on your leg.

“Two,” he says quietly. “You’re catching on fast.”

⸻

Command Three.

“Lean back.”

Your stomach twists.

This is getting increasingly more intimate. More dangerous.

But he just waits. No pressure. No cruelty. Only that same unreadable calm.

You hesitate long enough to make him smile.

Then—carefully—you lean backwards and rest your head against the chair, your back pressing his chest.

He doesn’t move for a moment. Then, almost thoughtfully, he strokes your hair.

“See?” he whispers in your hair. “Obedience can feel good.”

The third token lands in your lap.

⸻

You don’t speak for the rest of the session.

But when he finally unlocks the door to let you go, his voice follows you out.

“Three out of five,” he says. “Not bad for a first night.”

You grip the tokens tight in your hand.

And wonder—terrified—what it says about you that part of you wants to earn the last two.

——-

The note arrives after midnight. No signature—just the scent of his cologne clinging to the parchment.

Come.

You’ve earned your reward.

—JJK

You sit on the edge of your bed for a long time, staring at it. The velvet collar lies folded in your drawer like it’s watching you, waiting to be picked up. You could ignore him. Tear the note. Lock your door.

But you don’t.

Because you already know what happens to people who ignore Jeon Jungkook. You’re one of those people. And now you’re his housepet.

⸻

When you arrive, he’s leaning against the doorframe, barefoot, damp hair falling into his eyes. Shirtless. Not seductive—just comfortable. Like he belongs in power and always has.

You step in carefully.

“I’m not staying long,” you say before he can speak.

He hums, closing the door behind you with a quiet click. “We’ll see.”

He gestures toward the bed. “Sit.”

“No,” you say, firmly. “I’m not in the mood for one of your games.”

He pauses.

Then smiles—just slightly. “Ah. That’s cute.”

Your fists clench. “I’m serious.”

“I know you are.” He walks to the nightstand, opens the top drawer, and pulls out… a ledger.

Your blood runs cold.

“That’s your class schedule,” he says casually, flipping pages. “Your debt balance. The names of every club you’re still in. Your dorm assignment. Your scholarship agreement… your mother’s file.”

He looks up. His eyes are cold now. Patient. Final.

You feel your hands form into fists.

“Jungkook. I don’t think you understand why exactly I’m here. This isn’t a stupid game for me!”

He smirks. “I don’t you think you understand. But that’s alright, I can help you.” You go silent after that.

“I can help you in a lot of ways, if you’re good. But disobey me again,” he says quietly, “and you won’t just lose the game. You’ll lose everything you’ve built.”

You take a step back. “You wouldn’t.”

He shrugs. “Won’t need to. You’ll come running back after the consequences hit.”

He closes the drawer softly.

“But if you’re smart… you’ll stay.”

You don’t move.

⸻

You should walk away.

But your mind is already racing—flashing through the names on your scholarship committee, the clubs that keep your résumé padded, the teacher who adores you enough to write a rec letter—all of it, under his thumb.

So you sit.

Not because you want to.

Because you don’t have a choice.

He smiles triumphantly. Like this was another match he had just won.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “I knew you’d come around.”

You flinch when he touches your jaw. He tilts your head back and leans in—not for a kiss, but to inhale you. Slowly. Deeply.

“Tonight,” he whispers, “I’m going to show you what obedience feels like.”

⸻

He pushes you down against the mattress, slow and deliberate, hands warm on your thighs.

His fingers press against the damp fabric of your underwear, and you jerk in his lap—body still unsure whether to run or melt into him.

You try not to react. Try not to make a sound.

He slides your underwear down slowly, as though he’s unwrapping something sacred. And when he sees you bare and trembling, his breath catches.

But when he pulls your panties all the way aside and drags his tongue over your clit with practiced hunger, your legs jerk.

“You’ve been so good for me,” he murmurs, stroking over the sensitive fabric slowly. “Obeying. Learning.”

He pauses, voice dipping lower. “You deserve your reward.”

You whimper. He keeps going.

And he smiles.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Be honest with me. Be good for me.”

Slow. Then faster.

You reach for his hair—then stop yourself.

He notices.

Grabs your hand and presses it to his head.

“Touch me,” he says, voice dark. “I want you to know who made you feel this way.”

Jungkook looks up to watch you. Calm. Certain. Like he owns the air in your lungs, the pulse in your throat.

You try to answer but it comes out as a breathless sound. Your fingers grip the front of his shirt, heart hammering against your ribs like a warning. But his touch is so slow. So firm. So measured.

“Shh,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. “No thoughts now. Just feel.”

He doesn’t rush.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip. “So wet already. You liked earning me, didn’t you?”

You shake your head instinctively, but your body betrays you again—shifting, arching slightly toward him.

He smiles.

“Liar.”

Then his mouth is on you again —warm, soft, devouring. His tongue swirls around your clit in slow circles, savoring every sound you make. When you gasp and try to close your legs, his arms slide under your thighs and lock you open.

“Be still,” he murmurs against your core, “and take your reward like a good pet.”

Your back arches when he sucks hard, your thighs trembling against his grip. His tongue is relentless—lapping, licking, teasing you with maddening control.

Then—without warning—two fingers slide inside you.

You choke on a cry.

“God, you’re tight,” he breathes, eyes flicking up to your face. “I could watch you break like this all night.”

He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes your vision blur. His mouth never stops, coaxing you, dragging you closer and closer until you’re sobbing into your hand, thighs shaking around his head.

And when you come, he doesn’t stop.

He keeps licking, keeps thrusting his fingers until your moans turn breathless, raw, almost painful.

Your hands scramble for his shoulders. “Jungkook, wait—”

“One more, baby,” he growls, voice darker now, teeth grazing your inner thigh. “One more. For me.”

You cry out when the second orgasm crashes over you, harder than the first—white-hot and dizzying. You’re trembling beneath him, panting, slick and ruined. And only then does he slow.

He kisses your thigh once. Then again. Reverent. Possessive.

“That’s four.”

He kisses the collar.

“One more to go.”

——

You wake up in his bed.

Not because you meant to fall asleep. Not because you trusted him.

But because your body betrayed you. Your limbs gave out after he forced you to feel things you weren’t ready for—didn’t want to enjoy. You remember the warmth of his mouth. The press of his tongue. The way he made you say his name when your body broke apart.

Now, you’re tangled in his sheets, still in the collar, your clothes slightly disheveled and your pride scattered somewhere between the door and the pillow.

He’s already awake. Sitting across from you, fully dressed now in a crisp white shirt, sipping coffee like he didn’t ruin you hours ago.

“You slept well,” he says, like it’s a compliment.

You sit up slowly. “Where’s the fifth token?”

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “You still want it?”

You grit your teeth. “Give it to me.”

He leans forward and opens a small velvet box on the table beside him. Inside: the final silver token.

“You want this?” he murmurs. “Then earn it.”

You don’t speak. Just stare at him.

His voice lowers. “Take off your shirt.”

You flinch.

“I thought this was about obedience,” you snap. “Not stripping.”

He smiles faintly. “Obedience is seeing how far you’ll go to please me.”

You don’t move.

He picks up the token, rolling it between two fingers.

“If you do this,” he says softly, “you win. You get the last token. You can cash them in, ask me for anything. A favor. Even a taste of freedom.”

Your pulse races. The chance to flip the board back in your favor. To take something from him.

You grip the hem of your shirt. Pause.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers.

You obey.

Slowly, you pull the shirt over your head, baring your chest to him.

He breathes in once. Deeply. Then sets the token in his lap.

“Come here,” he says.

You approach, unsure if you’re walking or floating.

He grabs your waist and pulls you into his lap, mouth dragging along your throat. He peppers kissing all around your collar bone and your neck, and suddenly flips you down onto the mattress.

Your legs are still trembling when he climbs up over you, licking his fingers like they’re honey-soaked.

“I should stop here,” Jungkook murmurs, voice low and teasing as he settles between your legs, your thighs still parted. “Let you catch your breath. Let you think.”

His eyes darken.

“But you don’t need to think, do you?”

You swallow hard. “Jungkook—”

He leans down, brushing his nose against yours. “Shh.”

Then against your lips, soft and sickly sweet:

“..Get hard just looking at you pet, now be a good girl and let me use you.”

Your breath catches. He kisses you before you can respond—hot and deep, tongue claiming your mouth like he’s tasting you from the inside out. You whimper into him as his hand cups your throat, thumb pressing lightly under your jaw, just enough to keep you pliant.

You hate how much you need this.

Hate how your hips tilt up to meet him without hesitation.

Hate how your fingers grab at his back like you’ll fall apart if he doesn’t hold you down.

“Say it,” he pants against your lips. “Say you want me.”

You shake your head once—but then he drags his cock along your soaked folds, teasing your entrance without going in, and you gasp—loud, desperate.

“I—please—”

His smirk returns. “That’ll do.”

He sinks in slow. Thick. Stretching you until your eyes roll back. The pressure is so much, too much—but it’s exactly what your body begged for, traitor that it is.

“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, bottoming out with a groan. “Fucking perfect. My tight fucking pet.”

You cling to him, barely able to breathe, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he holds himself still. Just watching your face twist. Watching you fall apart around him.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, brushing your hair from your damp forehead. “Tried so hard to beat me. And now you’re wrapped around my cock.”

He starts moving—slow, then hard. Each thrust deeper, rougher, more intentional. The bed creaks beneath you. The collar digs into your skin. And you can’t stop moaning, can’t stop begging, every breath a broken little plea.

“Touch yourself,” he orders, voice hoarse. “I want to watch you come again with me inside you.”

Your hand moves between your thighs, already soaked from his mouth, and as you circle your clit—he groans, eyes locked to the way you squeeze him.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that. God, baby, you drive me fucking insane.”

He thrusts faster now. Deeper. His mouth finds your shoulder, biting just enough to sting. Your body arches, chasing that edge again, and when it snaps—when you come with a choked cry, clenching around him—he loses control.

Jungkook slams into you once, twice more—then spills inside with a broken moan.

You’re still shaking when he collapses over you, lips brushing your cheek as he whispers, “Mine.”

He kisses your jaw. Your throat. Your collar.

And again, firmer this time—like a vow.

“Just mine.”

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note: SORRY THIS WAS ALSO LATE I’ve been so lazy omfg

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letthemkook · 17 days ago

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i miss u authorr

yes omg so sorry, trying to get back into it soon, summer always so busy. But I miss u too😢

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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Just so you know, the link for part 6 on Vigil on your master list isn’t working! It made me scroll through your profile tho which was so worth it, ur really talented!! Love the stories; tether taehyung has me in a chokehold rn

Thank you for letting me know I legit don’t know why this keeps happening probably cuz there’s so many links !

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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Ace will no longer have a 3rd part , but just a blurb of like where she is rn and what ended up happening 2nd part is the last

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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where did you vacation hehe?

Florida!! It was lovely

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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Vigil is so good 😭😭 the new chapter was ✨️🤌 I wonder of there will be more of miss min and if the jealousy y/n harbours for now will increase

Now that we know there were more woman before y/n and miss min saying that jungkook will leave y/n too 😭💀 like idk he seems crazy or is y/n really the endgame for him

yess I’m excited to see what route I decide to take bcs I have decided to possibly switch to a different route for the story than what I originally outlined , but jungkook is sus fs bcs how she gonna work for you all her life and never see a trace of this girls?

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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lowkey hoping for a good ending of vigil 🥲 btw how many parts will vigil have?

It’s up in the air right now, but there’s def plot points still not covered so atleast more than 2.

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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Yo what if OC wins a round against JK in roulette if they do end up against one another for a game? I maybe annoyed at how poor OC is being controlled and manipulated but I want this JK to freaking kneel for this fine lady. Our queen ain’t stepping down for any mfer

Roulette MC is a fighter we can’t underestimate her 🫰

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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ACE ACE ACE ACE ACE TODAY (LATE AT NIGHT PROBABLY, a girls gotta finish her homework and socialize with the world I guess)

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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Wait wait

Are you putting vigil on hold? 😭

no no no, I’m just bad at updating lately , also the story has been a bit of difficulty for me because I find myself wanting to rewrite or stray from the original vigil outline that was always supposed to come to fruition. It’s kind of a decision between staying true to all the characters planned arcs to curating a continuation that satisfies most of you guys. While I know these stories are mine to write I always have believed stories should be told that ends in satisfaction, not necessarily a sad or bad ending but what comes to most people reading as a well connected story that from start to finish can atleast make sense and also the MC is literally you guys, so it would be staying true to the decisions you might make in this position.

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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Girlll thank you for the updateee I had been waitinggg since forevaaaa

Alsooo, please take caree. I hope you are okay 🎀😭

Things going on with that guy must be getting to you, so I hope you are taking out time to ground yourself. I am pretty sure you can explore any professionally advised angle into how you can tackle this when you feel ready. You are not alone in this. And it’s going to be okay even if it looks messy right now

Love you

You are so kind thank you. I’m dealing with him one day at a time and I’m in therapy so my mind is def on a healing journey , I’m def protecting my peace don’t I worry. Take care as well love you ❤️🫰

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letthemkook · 1 month ago

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Hi! Hope everyone enjoyed the vigil and roulette updates I may or may not be releasing a couple solo imagines soon. Also wanted to inform if my links are broken pls lmk and I can relink them for the master list. I don’t plan on deleting fics even if I decide to stop writing, I don’t mind anyone always being able to access. So if a fic shows up not there it’s likely a broken link!

+ blurb requests for any of the fics are always welcome, or even if you’d like to ask the characters questions I can put something together.

—-> this is a kitchen, I always love to make sure yall eat. 😎

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