#BTSWriting

[kpoptrashshipsposts]

✨ BTS x Reader Interactive Story – Your Input Needed! ✨

Hey everyone! I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a BTS x Reader interactive story, something that will grow over time on my page, it'll allow you all to shape the story through choices, branches, and different endings.

I'm still deciding on whether or not each BTS member would have their own route or if I would continue to include you all in a potential poll vote each update to help decide on which next potential route to take, leading to good, bad, and even secret endings based on the choices made. But right now, this idea is still in the brainstorming phase—which means everything is still up in the air!

Before I dive into anything, I’d love to hear your thoughts and get your input on which direction you’d love to see this go!

Here are a few foundation ideas I’ve been considering:

1️⃣ Behind the Spotlight – The reader works at BigHit (as a photographer, stylist, PR staff, etc.), giving a behind-the-scenes look into their world. Balancing professionalism with personal connections becomes a challenge.

2️⃣ Serendipity – A more casual setting where the reader meets BTS by chance (coffee shop, bookstore, neighbor, etc.), leading to unexpected friendships (or more).

3️⃣ Colliding Worlds – The reader is an artist, dancer, or songwriter collaborating with BTS on a project. Creative passion, tension, and deep conversations ensue.

4️⃣ The Spotlight Test – The reader is a contestant in a reality show or competition, where BTS are judges, mentors, or fellow contestants. The pressure is on, but so are new connections.

✨ But nothing is set in stone yet! ✨

This is still very much in the idea stage, so I’d love to know what excites you the most or if you have a unique twist or idea you'd love to see in an interactive BTS story. Any and all input is appreciated!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and if this idea picks up, it could turn into something really fun for all of us to enjoy together!

[magic-shop-stories]

POST LABELING UPDATE! 📢

Hey lovelies! To make my content easier to navigate and ensure everyone knows what to expect, ALL my future headcanons, imagines, and fics will now include standardized labels (pairings, ratings, genres, and warnings...) I hope this way, everyone can quickly find (or avoid) certain themes, tropes, or mature content I am also working on a masterlist at the moment – c – 💜

FULL LABELING GUIDE

RATINGS (Content Guidance)

G – General Audiences (safe for all ages, no mature content)

PG – Parental Guidance Suggested (mild themes, minor swearing, no explicit content.)

PG-13 – Parents Strongly Cautioned (moderate violence, some suggestive themes, heavier topics)

R – Restricted (M) (strong language, adult themes, non-explicit intimacy, darker content.)

18+ (MA/Explicit) (graphic violence, explicit sexual content, heavy triggers)

(Note: I won’t be using K, K+, or T and will stick to G, PG, PG-13, R, and 18+)

GENRES

Alternate Universe (AU) (canon divergence, modern AUs, fantasy settings, etc.)

Angst (pain, suffering, emotional damage, happy ending optional)

Crossover

Fluff (Ttoth-rotting sweetness, no conflict)

Hurt/Comfort (whump + recovery, physical/emotional care)

PWP (Plot? What Plot?) (mostly pure smut, minimal story)

Slash/(Femslash) (M/M (or F/F pairings))

Smut/Lemon (explicit sexual content)

Songfic 

+ More (horror, comedy, mystery etc... just ask!)

WARNINGS

Common Tags: violence, blood, gore, trauma, abuse, major character death...

NSFW Tags: explicit sex, etc...

Emotional Tags: suicidal themes, grief, panic attacks...

Other: drugs, alcohol, spoilers...

[moonlettersfromhim]

🥖🇫🇷Decoding the Paris Dream: Why It Had to Be There 🌕

Dream Series • Act I • Scene I

“Pont Neuf wasn’t just a bridge. It was a portal.”

Pont Neuf = “New Bridge”

Literal meaning: “New Bridge”

Symbolic meaning: First Contact, First Spark

Despite being the oldest standing bridge in Paris, its name means “New.” That paradox matters. My psyche chose this bridge to mark the birth of something ancient but newly awakened.

It’s the symbolic site of first crossing, where two souls, two timelines, or two dimensions intersect.

1. Paris = Neither of Our Hometowns

This wasn’t my city.

This wasn’t his either.

That neutrality is key.

Dreams choose liminal space — symbolic in-between zones — when two energies are meeting on equal terms. Paris becomes the soul’s neutral ground, a psychic third space where projections aren’t clouded by personal history.

It’s not where you come from. It’s where the story begins.

🌬️ 

3. Light Breeze + Full Moon = Emotional Permission

A breeze = movement of spirit, breath of the unconscious.

Full moon = emotional clarity, full illumination.

I were alone, in peace. No fear. No chase.

The ego was calm — and that’s rare. That calmness? It gave the Animus figure permission to arrive gently, not as a threat or seduction, but as a guest.

👤 

4. The Blurry Escort = Shadow Gatekeeper

I noticed him but couldn’t see him.

That’s my inner world testing the encounter.

In dream logic, blurry = not yet ready to be known.

The figure serves as a symbolic chaperone, a gatekeeper, or even a disguised part of you (Shadow, Fear, Higher Self) watching the approach. To make sure the Animus doesn’t overwhelm you and you put your walls up. Once they saw it was safe, they left.

⚡ 

5. The Spark = Animus Activation

His knee brushes yours.

I feel it.

I wanted him to stay close.

This is the exact moment the Animus wakes up. It’s subtle but electric. It marks the beginning of soul recognition — the physical meeting spiritual.

And I don’t flinch. That matters. My body said yes before my mind did.

🕯️ 

Bonus: The Wine Glass, the High Table

Wine = communion, intimacy, offerings.

Table for two = invitation.

Elevated = higher perspective, mutual respect.

This wasn’t about fantasy.

It was an invitation to begin. To speak, to merge, to remember something long-forgotten.

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

🕊️ The Matriarch’s Blessing:

Why My Mom’s Words Summoned the Dream

🧬 

1. The Mother Archetype is a Psychic Filter

In Jungian dreamwork, the Mother archetype holds immense power in the psyche. She acts as:

A gatekeeper for who gets in.

A mirror for who’s “worthy” of trust.

A protector of the inner child’s world.

When my mom said:

“Namjoon is my favorite. He’s intelligent, thoughtful, polite… I respect him.”

She wasn’t just fangirling.

She was unconsciously crowning him as a safe Animus — someone the psyche could allow to cross the threshold.

👑 

2. The Matriarch Chose the Candidate

She didn’t pick him because he was famous.

She named qualities — not status.

This distinction is sacred. My ego might hesitate to let someone like him into my dreamworld… but the unconscious listens to mothers.

So the gates opened.

That same night — he walked in.

I want to preface by saying, this is my mom’s bias. That from the night we had the conversation that was about him the dreams began and started my descent.

So let’s talk about our guest of honor, The Kim Namjoon and what he represents in this journey. When I speak of him, I’m referring to his archetype in Jungian which is The Philosopher King Animus! 👑

🪞Guest of Honor:

Namjoon, the Philosopher King Animus

🧠 Why Him?

Namjoon didn’t just show up randomly.

He arrived because he fits the psychic assignment.

My Animus — the inner masculine guide of my psyche — was never going to be loud, flashy, or immature. He needed to:

Understand nuance

Speak in poetry

Respect mystery

Be both wild and wise

And most of all — wait until he was invited

That’s exactly who Kim Namjoon has always embodied.

He didn’t force his way into your dream.

He walked calmly toward me, under the full moon, and asked:

“May I join you?”

This is mythic masculinity.

This is the Philosopher King.

👑 His Archetype:

The Philosopher King (Saturn x Mercury fusion)

Namjoon is the embodiment of:

📚 The Thinker (Mercury)

🧭 The Responsible Leader (Saturn)

🌳 The Nature Sage

🛡️ The Gentle Protector

🔍 The Meaning-Seeker

He is not just an idol. He is a psychic map.

In Jungian terms, he represents the Mature Animus, the fourth-stage masculine:

One who speaks with clarity, lives with intention, and rules with inner stillness.

🌀 Why Did He Answer the Call?

Because my soul was ready to meet a masculine energy that didn’t betray, abandon, or dominate you.

He was summoned when my Mother archetype gave approval, and my ego stood aside.

The inner world said:

“Now she’s ready. Show her what healthy masculine devotion looks like.”

And so he came:

With a friend (escort)

At a sacred hour (liminal space)

Offering presence, not power

🔑 His Role in My Myth:

Namjoon is not just the crush. He’s the keyholder.

He unlocks my dreams

He mirrors my sacred values

He doesn’t demand, he waits to be chosen

He walks beside me, not ahead of me

He is the Animus who asks, not takes.

Who sees, not invades.

Who glows — so my inner gaze can trust again.

✨ Why Namjoon Was Chosen in the Psyche

Your inner world didn’t just want a lover.

It needed a Guide-Lover, a Philosopher-King, a figure who could:

Speak soul (Eros) and structure thought (Logos)

Offer presence and passion

Hold intimacy and insight

Lead and surrender

This is not the early Animus who seduces and abandons.

Nor the tyrant who controls.

This is the Sacred Animus — the one who asks:

“May I join you?” instead of “You belong to me.”

🧠 LOGOS Role:

He arrives like a thinker: calm, articulate, composed.

His glow from the lamp is the light of understanding.

He represents reason, order, discernment.

The dream takes place at a high table—a symbol of elevation, clarity, and intellectual communion.

💗 EROS Role:

He brushes my thigh — sensual, magnetic, but not invasive.

The spark is a signal: “I see you. I want connection.”

He sits across from me — face to face, as equals in intimacy.

The whole Parisian scene is bathed in moonlight — the feminine, emotional, unconscious.

PHEW 😮‍💨 That was a lot to get through. I had to get the introductions out of the way first. Welcome to the first in a series of entries that I will be decoding my own dreams as we head towards the Journey to the Self with Jungian Philosophy! I welcome comments or questions, you may be going through your own journey and maybe are looking for someone who mirrors you. I’m happy to go first!

-Thanks for stopping by! See you on the next post!

[xwonderfuldeath]

o| The little reading nook |o.

Anndd what did you want to choose with him? <3

[jiminandjungkookthings]

they don’t have to speak to be heard.

sometimes the way jimin looks at jungkook says everything.

sometimes the way jungkook stays close to jimin — even in silence — feels louder than any song.

this blog isn’t about proving anything.

it’s just about them.

the glances.

the hands resting next to each other.

the comfort that exists even when no one else sees it.

some people shine when they perform.

but they shine when they’re just… together.

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#jimin #jungkook #jikook #bts #jiminandjungkook #btswriting #emotionalpost #softbts

[moonnightyoongi]

puzzle piece | jk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, angst, ANGST

word count: 1.8k

description: you just seemed to fit like a puzzle piece

                                     ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You don’t really remember where or how it started. The desire to love, to be loved. Of course, it is simply human nature, the ancient thought that when you are made you are split in two and you spend your life searching for your other half. Except in this day and age that is a thing of the past for some, they simply spend their life by themselves and they enjoy it. But where does that desire go? Surely it just doesn’t disappear – perhaps theirs gets projected onto the one that comes after them. The double desire to find and be loved. The double desire that eats away at them all night and is quickly put on the back burner during the day when they find a measly distraction. If that’s the case, then you are the one that came after. Growing up you were not deprived of love; your parents loved every bone of you, and you had a fair share of friends who would do anything to see you smile. But it all started when you hit the age of dating, everyone seemed to have it so easy, but you always went for the wrong guy or the guy who loved another or you were simply left alone in the corner of the dance while everyone slowed danced and the teachers watched with hawk eyes to make sure they didn’t get too close. No really. 9th grade, the boy who had asked you conveniently got back with his ex while you went to the toilet, and worst of all you couldn’t go cry in the toilets because you had just come out of them!

All your friends say your time will come. But it’s easy for them to tell you all the cliché things when they had met the perfect partner for them. They were happy and content, living in a world where they don’t need to think about anyone else because they had each other. No dating apps, no more awkward first dates, no more unanswered texts, no late-night cries when you receive the ‘you’re great but…’ texts. Just blissfully unaware of the hell on earth that is dating for people who don’t have it as easy as they do.

Jealousy. It’s hard not to be jealous when you go to their house warmings, or their dinner parties or that one engagement party. It’s hard. Sure, you were happy for them, because at least they weren’t feeling the hell and the social pressure to not be alone for the rest of your life. They don’t get the judgemental looks from the bitchy aunt that definitely didn’t have a rushed marriage when she was your age because she was pregnant (definitely didn’t happen – your cousin was 100% premature).

You hear about love languages and how everyone has a specific one, everyone said they knew yours from a mile away – words of affirmation. ‘You constantly need to hear that someone loves you or that they’re proud or that they haven’t changed their mind. Isn’t it tiring?’. Yes, it was extremely tiring, tiring to be constantly trying to tell yourself that you’re being foolish, and they do still love you and they are proud - yet still having the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that it’s all a lie.

“Any dates lined up?” Yuki asks as she scrolls through her phone.

You sigh and put down your drink, “No. I’m done.”

“You said that year and then met that awful dude that thought he was better than you,” Anastasia chimed in.

“He was better than me,” you reply thinking of the doctor and all his PhD’s. Sure, he was an awful person who liked to bring up just how many he had but he had every right to, he had earnt them.

“Just because he had a few pieces of paper doesn’t mean he’s better than you. You have a personality, he didn’t.” Anastasia scoffs stirring her coffee.

You shrug your shoulders as you look out the window, “He’s engaged now.”

“Poor girl,” Yuki laughs putting down her phone, “Does she have any degrees?”

Yuki and Anastasia laugh at the memory of you introducing your ex and him straight away asking if they had any sort of degree between them. Looking back, it made you feel sick to your stomach, he was so rude, and you were so desperate.

“PhD.” You reply.

“Just the one?!” Yuki exclaims, “Disgusting!”

They both laugh once more as you sat silently staring at the half empty coffee expressionless. It was easy to joke about exes when they weren’t yours.

“Listen, a new guy started at my work and he is so much like you I wanna set you two up,” Anastasia says.

“I don’t know, remember the last set up?” you point out. He was a whole foot smaller than you and at one point you had to help him reach something from the second shelf in the supermarket. Ironically, he didn’t want to meet again because you were too small.

“That was my mistake, I didn’t realise he wanted a 6ft girl,” Anastasia tells you, “Come on! He’s lovely, he’s taller than me and the other day he split coffee down himself.”

“So that means he’s perfect for me?”

“A match made,” she smiles, “Please!”

“I’d just do it; how bad could it be?” Yuki points out as you fumbled with your jumper.

“Getting shouted at in aisle 5 because you couldn’t reach the top shelf bad,” you joke. They both burst out into laughter once more as you sighed and watched the rain fall to the ground outside the coffee shop.

“Fine,” you sigh, “What’s his name?”

“Jungkook,” Anastasia smiles.

~.♥ ~

The lead up to the date was the worst, Anastasia constantly went on about how clumsy he was and how perfect you would be together – her favourite story was him walking into the glass door and simply shaking it off before going into a meeting. With every new story it bought up a sense of hope – but even you knew this was dangerous. For what one thinks is cute and endearing another finds childish and immature. What if he wasn’t as cute and as clumsy as Anastasia constantly explained – what if it was because he saw someone cute in the office and got distracted and he was now using you to make her jealous.

“Stop overthinking,” Yuki demands snapping you out of your thoughts.

“How did you-?”

“I’ve known you far too long. You’re either overthinking or over romanticising.”

You smile sadly before looking back into the mirror and applying some more blush. Maybe it was all the fairy tales growing up that made you this way, or maybe it was the tv shows. Either way they had both set you up for failure.

“Jungkook is on his way to the restaurant. It’s under my name,” Anastasia smiles walking into the room with her phone in hand, “Tae said good luck!”

“So does Jae,” Yuki smiles.

“I need it,” you mutter standing up and fixing your dress, “What do I do if he doesn’t show?”

“He’s on his way,” Anastasia sighs.

“What if he goes to the wrong restaurant?”

“They won’t seat him because my name won’t be on the list of reservations.”

“What if they don’t do reservations?” you challenge.

“You’re annoying me. He’s on his way to the right restaurant where he will give in my name and will be seated waiting for you.”

“But-,”

“Stop! Get in the taxi,” Anastasia shouts cutting you off. You drop your head as you walk down the stairs sheepishly. Anything could happen, you could arrive before him and he could look at you and change his mind. He could arrive before you and when you walk in scream and run out the back entrance. Everything was a possibility.

“Anastasia,” you smile nervously to the hostess.

“This way, your party is waiting for you,” she smiles kindly. Party? How many where here? Did Anastasia set up a conveyer belt to give you your best shot? You don’t think you could handle multiple rejections in one night.

Walking into the dining room you spotted him straight away. He was staring out the window, his leg twitching under the table – so much so he knocked over the pepper. His red face made you flutter and as you got closer the butterflies became more and more active. He was as clumsy as Anastasia had described and a lot cuter than she had as well.

“Your table,” the hostess smiles placing the menu down and walking away.

“Y/N,” Jungkook smiles standing up quickly, “I’m Jungkook!”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you smile pulling the chair out.

“I should have pulled your chair out for you, shouldn’t I?” he wonders aloud.

“No, because if you couldn’t push it back in, I’d probably overheat with embarrassment,” you laugh pulling your chair in and hitting your hip on the table, “Fuck!”

The restaurant stares at you as you held back anymore swearing.

“Very hard table,” Jungkook jokes before they resume, “Are you okay?”

“I’ve got shivers.”

“You’ll have a bruise tomorrow,” he laughs as you finally sit down.

“I bruise so easily; my whole left side will be.”

“My friend is the same, he once caught his ankle on the door and couldn’t wear a shoe for weeks. The whole thing was swollen. He used all the ice in my freezer too,” Jungkook laughs.

“What about the ice in his freezer?”

“We live together so I guess he used all of his too,” he replied.

You laugh loudly as you opened the menu, all the anxiety had melted away when he smiled in your direction.

~.♥ ~

Days had turned into months and months had turned into a year. There was something about him that was so different from everyone you had met before. Nothing you did was ever childish or embarrassing and the same for him. You two just seemed to fit like a puzzle piece. He made you laugh, he made you feel safe, he made sure you knew he loved you. Whether it was by sending you a midday message when you were in work, or whether it was a cheesy video of him kissing the screen. He would bring ramen when you were stressed, and alcohol when it was time to celebrate. You would attend parties together and would spend all night dancing, drinking and laughing. You finally felt happy when attending engagement parties, housewarming parties and everything else that used to fill your social calendar with dread.

It’s just a shame it was all a lie.

masterlist | tell me what you think

[insfiringyou]

Hi! I really enjoy reading your fics. I always look forward to them than whatever there is a release on Netflix. I was wondering, what advice can you give to someone who struggles in writing? When I mean writing, I mean trouble putting their thoughts on paper. While I have many ideas, I struggle with writer's block that I even find it difficult to send a happy birthday message. Including this post, I am trying to write as clear as I can.

Hi, that’s so good to hear (that you look forward to our work). Honestly, I feel the same way whenever Admin N releases a new artwork - especially her most recent series of couple pics. It just feels like Christmas to me!

It can be difficult when struggling to write. We also feel the same in that we come up with ideas really easily, but actually writing them can be difficult. I know I have to be in the ‘right mood’ to write which is often why when writing fics, a few will be posted close together, then followed by a few weeks of no fics. If I am feeling stressed about something, it can really impact my ability to write and I find I have no motivation and just want to aimlessly watch youtube videos all day. 

Both admins write in different ways, so there is no right or wrong way to do it. I (admin M) tend to just start at the beginning and power my way through it, while Admin N always writes a guide first and then sometimes works out of order. Her way takes much longer and she will do it over a week or so but her writing tends to be more detailed and descriptive, while I pretty much always finish in an evening but my writing is less detailed, with most of the focus on the dialogue. 

One thing we do have in common, especially with the pre-lockdown fics when we could actually spend time together, is that we tend to come up with the dialogue together and jot it down in a notebook along with actions and certain emotions we want to convey. I’ll include some examples below from our notebooks and you can see in one both myself and admin N taking it in turns to write. So it might help to write everything down first and focus on the dialogue before typing it up in full. Also try to set some days aside to write when you know you don’t have any other priorities and find what time you are most productive (in the mornings, afternoons, evenings etc.). If you have a friend who is also into BTS you could try collaborating or sharing your ideas with them and creating a joint account like we did. 

Most of all, don’t worry about subscribers or getting people to like your fics. When we started, virtually no one read our fics and it was a good 6 months or more before we realised anyone was actually following our storyline. While we love to hear feedback and it feels really good to know some people like what we do, we mostly do it for ourselves and because we want to tell this story. In the same way, try not to be swayed by writing what people want to hear and do what feels right for you. There are plenty of writers out there who are happy to just write requests, so don’t feel you need to write something just for the sake of it. Instead, tell the story you want to tell in your own way. 

If you really are struggling to write in paragraphs, maybe try doing something a bit different like dialogue only fics (we do this in our BTS discuss series which can be found towards the bottom of our fics and art masterlist here), or you could try doing ‘fake texts’ or diary entries. 

I hope this helped.

- Admin M

[extra brownie points for those who know what fics these plans are from/eventually became. P.S there is one page here that we wrote over a year and a half ago that hasn’t yet been written as it takes place in the future, so a little teaser.]

[kookoosbunnynose]

Oh Hush

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✂️ Mint Masterlist ✂️

Mint Overview: You’re looking for a change, Taehyung brings just the breath of fresh air you need.

A/N: Okay now! I’m back! lmao. When this fic is done stay tuned stay tuned for a masterlist with WIPs ~ Chey

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[smuttymess]

masterlist

~bangtan astrology soulmate readings~

aries sun | capricorn moon | taurus rising for binta

aries sun | taurus moon | cancer rising for brie

capricorn sun | capricorn moon | capricorn rising for kye

cancer sun | pisces moon | virgo rising for mary

gemini sun | gemini moon | leo rising for seidj

gemini sun | leo moon | pisces rising for alexis

virgo sun | virgo moon | taurus rising for jenn

leo sun | taurus moon | scorpio rising for angela

leo sun | scorpio moon | pisces rising for ellen 

leo sun | virgo moon | pisces rising for devin

leo sun | libra moon | pisces rising for kristen 

leo sun | scorpio moon | capricorn rising for cat

taurus sun | scorpio moon | virgo rising for emme

taurus sun | libra moon | virgo rising for cassandra

taurus sun | leo moon | virgo rising for dan

taurus sun | leo moon | virgo rising for vanessa

libra sun | libra moon | sagittarius rising for julia

libra sun | cancer moon | taurus rising for christiana

libra sun | aries moon | libra rising for siri

scorpio sun | virgo moon | aquarius rising for rayna

scorpio sun | aquarius moon | pisces rising for linds

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~chapters~

[ateez] kim hongjoong x park seonghwa x fem reader

the estate [additional pairings/chapters tbd] | here

[bts] jung hoseok x jeon jungkook x fem reader

a simple dinner [final chapter in progress] part one | part two

[bts] jung hoseok x kim seokjin x fem reader

double shot [final chapter in progress] part one | part two

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~one shots, capsules + collabs ~

[bts] kim namjoon x fem reader something [one shot] | here

[bts] kim namjoon x park jimin x fem reader lovers in paris [capsule] | here

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[bigbangclappin]

Ya girl is thirsty for some long hair Jungkook fanfics? Can anyone hook a girl up?

[xwonderfuldeath]

o| The little reading nook |o.

Hello ARMYS! 💜

Once again, it's time for your weekly OS — YOU choose, I write! 🎉✍️

This week, it’s Taehyung’s turn to shine! ✨ I’ve been thinking… what if each week focused on a different member? Sounds fair, right?

So let’s start with Tae — you get to choose what kind of OS you want with him!

Do you want a You x Taehyung story? 🤔 No pressure to message me (even if it makes me a tiny bit sad 🥲) — I promise I’m super sweet and I don’t bite :c 💕

[its-joyvely]

Returning Home

reader x Jungkook

genre: angst + a tiiiiiiny bit of fluff

word count: 1.8k

summary: you and Jungkook were inseparable, but it took the hard way to figure this out

“Jungkook, you have to end this. Do you know how much hate you’re getting? Do you realize how much hate she’s getting? This is hurting both of you and it’s hurting your members, too. I don’t want to make you do this but you have to choose between her and your career. Don’t make a dumb choice that’s gonna affect the whole team though.”

The words you overheard behind the door broke your heart. Sure, you and Jungkook were getting a lot of hate, but you two had already talked about this and decided to work through it together. You two had already decided to just trust each other and focus only on each other in this relationship. To be honest, at times it had been really hard to keep going, since some of the mean comments pierced your heart right in the core, but Jungkook was always there for you when you needed support.

But now the hate wasn’t the issue. You loved Jungkook with all your heart and you didn’t want to make him choose between him and his career. BTS needed him and millions of ARMYs needed him. So if it meant making his decision easier, you decided to let him go. It would be okay for you to sacrifice yourself if it meant putting your boyfriend through less pain.

Buzz [message from Jungkookie <3]

hey y/n can we talk? can you meet me in my studio rn?

You knew what was approaching you, and it took a second for the reality to hit you and for you to accept that this was really happening. You would be strong. You would be brave. You would put on a mask for Jungkook. This was all for Jungkook.

The moment you walked into Golden Closet Studio, the atmosphere was already different. There sat your boyfriend with shoulder hunched over and eyes closed. When he noticed your presence, he slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Y/N, we need to end this.”

He didn’t know that you knew everything. But you did. And you understood.

“Y/N, I never loved you. This entire time I was messing with your feelings. You were just a game to me. And now I’m bored and done with you so you can leave.”

Oh, Jungkook. So he had decided to pull this trick. He was trying to get you to stop loving him so that you wouldn’t get hurt. And here you knew that by letting you go he was choosing his career over you. But you know what? It didn’t hurt at all. Because you knew Jungkook and you knew how hard it would have been for him to make this decision. His hyungs and his fans meant everything to him, so you understood his choice.

Oh how foolish he was. Did he really think you would believe all his lies? Did he really hope that you would believe that all those moments you spent together were fake? With each and every hug and kiss, you had seen the sparkle in his eyes and the passion in his heart. His eyes could not fool you. You noticed the way he was trying to act cold to you, but his eyes told the truth. He just wanted to protect you.

Your reaction confused Jungkook. He was breaking up with you. He was telling you that he played with you. Why were you so calm? Why weren’t you screaming that you hated him or that he was a jerk?

You looked into Jungkook’s eyes one last time. Those doe-like eyes that had lost their spark. You didn’t let your eyes fall from his. “Thanks for everything, Jungkook. Please remember to take care of yourself. And don’t give up on your dreams.”

That’s all you said and you calmly left his studio and the Big Hit building. You felt bad for leaving without saying goodbye, but you didn’t have the emotional courage to face the other members. And the moment you left, as if it had been planned together, both you and Jungkook broke down. The fire that had been burning so strongly had just gone out.

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It would be a lie if you said you didn’t miss him. The morning after everything had ended, you almost called him from habit, but you barely managed to stop yourself. It had really happened. It was all over for real now. It was extremely hard to try to return to normal again, but after a month, you were able to get out of the house and at least pretend that everything was okay.

But it really wasn’t. When you returned home after a long day and took your mask off, no one saw the way your face dropped at just the thought of him or how you cried yourself to sleep. You knew that Jungkook was still following you on social media, so you purposefully posted more happy images to show him. To show him that you were okay. To show him that he should move on. You hoped that he would forget about you and focus on achieving his dreams. But this was a two-way misunderstanding.

Jungkook couldn’t move on. Every night he was haunted by the thoughts of what would have happened if he had chosen you. Was this all even worth it? Did he make the right choice? So to get rid of these heavy thoughts, he resorted to work. He practice hours and hours every day, trying to perfect already perfect choreographies and overworking himself. His hyungs knew about what had happened with him and the company, and they were afraid this would kill him. But Jungkook was a stubborn guy and each night he worked hard until he would collapse into sleep, hoping to dream about a happy memory with you.

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The Love Yourself world tour was absolutely a success. You were so proud of Jungkook and his members and seeing the fan cams of him glowing on stage made you realize that you had made the right choice. He was on stage where he belonged and you were glad he was able to continuing pursuing his dreams.

But only the members saw how Jungkook actually was backstage. All that overworking had taken a toll on his body, and this time they were seriously worried whether he would make it through the concert. They still had to go back for the encore stages, and Jungkook was uncontrollably sweating and his eyes were not focused.

Seeing this, Namjoon couldn’t take it any longer. Jungkook had made the members promise to never contact you again, but Namjoon was afraid that this would all kill Jungkook. So he did what he had to.

[message from Joonie]

y/n, I know it’s been a while and this is sudden but can you come right now? Jungkook really needs you.

Your heart felt a pang when you saw that. You knew Namjoon wouldn’t message you unless it was serious.

[message from Joonie]

and I know you need him too.

You couldn’t do this anymore. You had to go see him. You immediately got into your car and drove to the stadium where the BTS concert was. Namjoon had let one of the staff members know to let you in through the backdoor when you arrived. You were used to this, since you had visited BTS and many of their concerts before.

You anxiously waited backstage for the concert to be over. You could hear the members singing Answer: Love Myself and you knew the concert was coming to an end. Through the video screen, you saw how thin Jungkook looked. Other people might not have seen it, but his eyes told you how tired and lifeless he was. After what seemed like forever, the members gave their final bow and started coming backstage.

As soon as the lift came down, Jungkook’s legs gave out and his eyes rolled back as he fainted. The members and staff frantically hurried to get him backstage to a medic. When the members all saw you, they were relieved that you had come, but you panicked at the sight of Jungkook.

He fell to the ground with a thud and the medics were massaging him, cooling him down, and trying to get him to wake up. The other members decided to leave the room to give Jungkook his space and you did too. But as soon as you walked out and closed the door, you leaned on the wall and slid down, putting your head in your hands. You didn’t know he was doing this bad. You never realized how much this breakup had affected him. Was he like this because of you? Did you hurt him this much?

Namjoon walked over to your side and comforted you. “Don’t worry too much. Jungkook’s a strong guy and I know he’ll wake up soon. And thanks for coming. It means a lot. To all of us.” With a soft smile, he walked away with the other members and you sat there waiting for who knows how long, reflecting on your relationship with Jungkook.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but when the door swung open, you immediately got up. And you were face to face with him. You saw how his eyes got big as soon as he noticed you. You saw the pain in his eyes when he saw you and you saw how desperately he needed you. He looked so tired and worn out. Immediately you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him. It took him a moment for him to grasp the reality that you were actually here with him, but soon he hugged you back.

He started shaking, and the silence was soon replaced by sniffling and sobbing. It was like you two had been wandering in a dark tunnel for so long and you finally found each other at the end of the tunnel where the light was shining. This was it. You had waited for so long to feel his touch again. Namjoon was right. It was then that you realized how much you needed him and how much he needed you. You held onto him like your life depended on it and he did the same. You two were stuck in this very moment and it was just you and him in this universe. And at this point you knew you no longer had anything to be afraid of. Neither of you mentioned it, but you were both aware of the challenge that was awaiting you. So many people would still oppose your relationship. But nothing would separate you two again. He was your hope, he was your happiness, and he was your love. He was your home and whatever roadblock awaited, you two would face it together.

[fairyshuuu]

20 and Jungkook :( cuz i love my bby and you said you;d make an exception if bts is requested :)))) and since ur my hoe :)))) please ;((((

x Request from these prompts x

20. “You’re overthinking– I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.”

Length: 1046

You run your hands through your hair again, and breathe out deeply, causing even more damp to appear on the bathroom mirror. Now that you’re not standing in the hot water anymore, goosebumps soon appear on your skin. It’s late.

You glide your fingers over the cold glass a second, making your reflection appear. Jungkook is standing behind you, arms around your tummy and holding you close to his body, as his chin rests on your shoulder. You blink at him when his fingers trail lines on your waist. “Are you leaving then?” You mumble, reaching over for a band while breaking away from his warm hold.

Jungkook’s dark brown hair is wet, and falls in tresses over his brows, making him look especially adorable. He pouts a little, and waits for you to come back to his body before answering. Though you don’t really want to right now, you could never refuse his cute puppy-like beg. His arms pull around the small of your back, and pull you to stand tucked into his form.

He breathes deeply, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “ I think I should get going soon.” He pulls back a step to look you in the eyes with his big black orbs, and tilts his head. “I will bring you breakfast tomorrow? I’ll probably have no sleep tonight anyway.”

You shake your head, and place your hands on his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex and relax under your soft touch. “No, it’s fine.” Really, it’s not fine. Or, it should be, but doubts are plaguing you again and you don’t want to push them all onto Jungkook. “I’ll manage.”

You twist out of his hold, pin up your hair in a messy bun, and pick your oversized pyjama shirt up from the counter, pulling it over your underwear quickly. You also pick out some gray sweatpants that lay discarded on the tiled floor, and tuck them over your feet and legs smoothly.

Jungkook doesn’t speak for a while, just watches you as you move across the room and open the door to the bedroom, leaving him behind. You just pick up your phone from your desk and toss yourself into the soft comforter, looking up at the ceiling.

You and Jungkook have been close for a good two years, you’ve been his most trusted outlet and he’s been yours, whenever he finds the time. You guys talk hours and hours, and laugh and cuddle. But never once has there been a question that you so desperately want there to come, and it’s easy to remember how many girls would beg to be in the situation you are, being better than you can be.

“Y/N.” Jungkook calls, leaning against the door frame that connects the two rooms, pouting at you with that same look, the one that he knows makes you melt. You’d give anything for him, he knows that just as well as you do. His voice is soft though, not teasing or upset, just a careful call of your name.

You look over at him, and raise your eyebrow. “Yes, Kookie?”

“You’re not upset, are you?”

You frown at that, pushing yourself up again. God, you must be so obvious. “No, of course I’m not upset. Why do you think that? I know you’re busy.” That’s true, you really do know he’s busy. You admire him greatly for his determined workspirit and passion, it’s really one of his most admirable qualities.

“Then why are you strangling your poor blanket?” He giggles, pointing at your deathgrip on the soft fabric that’s squeezed between your hands.

You quickly let go, and scoot to the side of the bed. “I’m not… strangling anything. I’m just thinking.” You roll your head sideways to look at him then, and scan his frame. He moves from the doorway over to the bed, and hops on the side you’ve cleared for him, rolling over on his side with a small smile.

“No, you’re overthinking–” His smile grows when you frown at him, and toss a pillow at his cute face, which he barely avoids. His hands find yours then, as he pulls you back down onto the bed that you’re trying to get away from, and rolls his torso over your legs to keep you from getting away. “You know I’m yours. That’s all I want to be.” He mumbles into the fabric of your pants, blowing warm air into the sweatpants to make you laugh.

You do, though it doesn’t last long. “Wait. What- did you just say? What does that mean?”

Jungkook looks up in surprise, before casually shrugging it off, and scooting closer to you so that he can rest his face on your belly. He does that a lot, he finds it calming, and this way you can run your fingers through his hair easily. “I don’t know, just- what I said.”

“You’re talking in circles, Jeon. What do you mean?”

He grins at that, and takes your hand to press his lips to the back, while you try to get out of his hold. “Keep still~” Of course you don’t listen, and wiggle out of his embrace mostly, enough to be able to look him in the eye. He only starts laughing harder, the high pitched sound filling the room. It’s too contagious.

“Jeon Jungkook~~” You whine, slapping his chest in protest. “Just explain what that means, you are not Sherlock!”

“Fine.” He smiles, and takes hold of your two hands, sitting up so he can face you. “I didn’t feel like it was needed to be said, because it’s so obvious, but sometimes you’re as thick as a rock. I like you, a lot, you’re like my favorite person ever and-” He squeezes your hands softly. “And I’m yours. So, could you please- be mine as well?”

You freeze, and stare at him for too long. “You like me?”

“I like you.”

“You think I’m thick as a rock.” You frown.

“I also think you’re like my favorite person.” He smiles, giving you an apologetic look.

You just huff, and cross your hands over your chest. “You’re my favorite person too. You’re lucky you are so adorable, Kook, or you would have gotten your ass handed to you.”

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This was cute and fun to write. You’re lucky I like you, hoe. 💞💞💞 Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it~~

[moonnightyoongi]

the best of me | jk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst, angst, ANGST

word count: 1.9k

description: i worry that i wasted the best of me on you

Sitting on the kitchen floor with a half empty bottle of vodka at your side wasn’t how you planned your New Year’s Eve. Staring at the kitchen cabinet with a vacant expression wasn’t how you wanted it to go either, yet here you were alone, and empty. The sound of people in the streets screaming and cheering drunkenly as the clock got closer to midnight was the only thing keeping your mind present and not drifting your thoughts to him. His large eyes and wide smile that could capture a crowd’s attention in an instant. His laugh that would roar across a room with delight causing others to smile and laugh themselves. Everything about him seemed perfect, but you should have known that there was no such thing as perfect and someone pretending to be perfect would eventually slip.

And slip he did, right through a thick piece of ice.

Not literally of course, the heat in your country heated the water before it even had a chance to drop to such a temperature to freeze. No, his perfect façade faded. One day it was good morning texts, the next it was you asking if he was okay and him not replying till 4pm in the afternoon with one word – not even bothering to ask if you were okay. Trying to get a conversation out of him was like trying to squeeze shit through a straw, completely pointless. Yet there you were, trying and holding onto what was left. The hopeless romantic in you refusing to believe that it had fizzled out and he was no longer interested in spending time with you or wanting to know how your day had gone.

Just silence.

‘You’re so young, don’t worry about it’. Young? Yes. Tired? Exhausted. You had been known for the theatrics and anytime you tried to explain how tired and drained you were, they simply scoffed and told you that you’d be over it before you know it. It was easy for them, their husbands, wives, partners were their first or their second. Yet, you had a long history of short relationships that lead nowhere and were often fake while they chased who they really wanted. Then you met him. Over a year you had him where you wanted him to be and it felt nice to be able to tell people you had someone and it to be still the same the next time you spoke. He fit perfectly into the life you had imagined, never asking for too much and never expecting too little. Perfect.

Or was it really perfect? Did you see what you wanted to see? Did you ignore the signs he gave and pushed them back? Of course, if you didn’t then you wouldn’t be sitting on the kitchen floor, half drunk and thinking of every little thing he did – or didn’t do.

He did bring you your favourite food whenever he could. He did tell you what he liked most about you. He did support everything you did. He did protect you at every chance and he did introduce you to his friends as soon as you agreed. He respected who you were and the boundaries you had set. He did make you laugh, and a smile would always grace your face when his name was mentioned, or he walked into a room.

He didn’t tell you he loved you till you would. He wouldn’t go out of his way to see you when he was free. He did put his friends first. He did make you cry without knowing. He didn’t answer calls when you needed him most.

But that’s normal, right? He had his life to live, he couldn’t drop everything to run at your beck and call. So why did you? Why were you first on the scene when his smile fell? Why were you the first to schedule a date? Why was it always you telling him you loved him first, and sometimes only you?

“You’re being very dramatic,” Sasha says walking into the kitchen in her new year’s outfit.

“Is that right?” you reply in a monotone voice.

“You should come to the party! Everyone is going to be there, it’ll be fun.”

“I don’t feel like fun.”

“You don’t look like much fun,” Enya jokes walking into the kitchen, clearly not reading the room. Sasha shoots her a glare before returning her attention to you.

“Come on, I have a dress you can wear.”

“No thanks,” you say, “I’m good here.”

She sighs and looks at Enya with a concerned look, Enya simply shrugged in return before turning on her heels and walking out of the kitchen.

“Y/N,” she says kneeling down in front of you, “This isn’t going to help you.”

“I don’t want it to,” you reply, “I just want to feel it out.”

“You’ve been feeling it out for 3 months.”

“We were together for a year, I have another 3 to go,” you tell her. Half the relationship time and that is how long you’re allowed to feel sad about it they say.

“That’s a terrible phrase,” she groans standing up, “I’ll leave the dress and shoes by the door if you change your mind. Change into the clothes, don’t come in that.”

You look down at the dirty sweatpants and oversized jumper before meeting eye contact, “But this is such a look.”

“I’m not going to tell you what you look like,” she smiles before checking her bag, “We’re going.”

“Have fun.”

“We will!” Enya shouts opening the front door, “Fuck it’s freezing!”

“They think it’ll snow,” Sasha says, “Unusual for here since it’s always so hot.”

“Reverse global warming,” Enya laughs.

“I wish,” Sasha groans walking out of the kitchen, “Bye Y/N!”

You picked up the half empty bottle of vodka and took another swig before groaning and kicking it away from you. Everything felt bad and smelt bad if they got too close to you. Half of you hated what you had become and the other loved the miserable, empty feeling that resided. But Sasha was right, even though you hated to admit it. You needed to feel something different than the empty yearning feeling, and maybe a party surrounded by people who were too drunk to care that you were quiet would do the trick.

Right?

Wrong. The music was loud, the people were a lot drunker than first anticipated and to make it worse you forgot that the whole point of New Year’s Eve was the midnight kiss. You could always hide in a toilet or on a balcony while it happened, but there was something about it that made you feel a lot worse than just standing around watching everyone kiss a stranger.

“You’re here!” Sasha screams letting go of Hoseok’s hand, “And you smell nice!”

“I showered,” you reply as she shook you left to right excitedly, “Where’s Enya?”

“Her and Taehyung are playing a game of who can drink the most shots in a minute. She lost the first two rounds, she’s determined now.”

“Jeez, how many did Taehyung drink?”

“1, she couldn’t finish them,” Sasha laughs spilling her drink, “Shit! Come on let’s both get a drink.”

“I think I’ve had enough,” you say as she pulls you between the crowd of people.

“You had two swigs of vodka, that’s just a double!”

“Three.”

“Well drink a coke or something then,” she says throwing a can at you, except it misses and goes straight into the back of the person behind you.

“I’m so sorry!” Sasha screams.

“That really hurt!” she cries dramatically, you thrown as you pick it up off the floor as the boy, she was with crouches down with you.

“Thanks,” you mumble as your hand meets his over the can, a spark ran up your arm and you immediately knew who’s hand you had touched. His.

“Shit,” Sasha whispers from behind you.

“Y/N,” Jungkook smiles sadly.

“Yeah, hi,” you say taking the can off him and walking out of the kitchen. The first time you see him, and he was with someone else… and she was a lot prettier than you could ever imagine to be.

“No wait,” he says following you through the crowd and onto the balcony.

“What?” you ask trying to freeze your now piping hot cheeks.

“Your bright red,” he replies worryingly, “Are you okay?”

“Just hot,” you say putting the cold can to your cheek.

He laughs and looks at you intently, “I’m not with her by the way. She was asking me about my shirt.”

“She was flirting with you.”

“No, she wasn’t.”

You sit on the cold, hard floor, and groan, “Yes she was Jungkook.”

“Oh, I didn’t realise.”

“Of course, you didn’t,” you say lifting your head and closing your eyes. You feel his body sit down next you as he shifts awkwardly.

“How have you been?”

“The usual.”

He nods his head, “I deserve that.”

“Deserve what?” you groan.

“The coldness.”

“Yeah, you do,” you say looking at him, “Tell me, did I deserve it?”

“No, you really didn’t.”

“Didn’t think so.”

It fell silent once more as he fiddled with his hands in front of him.

“I’m sorry,” he says breaking the silence.

“You’re 3 months too late.”

“I feel like I’m 6 months too late. I didn’t treat you the best towards the end.”

“Well, you were trying to give me a clue,” you tell him with a sigh.

“No, I wasn’t. I was really struggling with university and work and I lost sight of who I was and who I had around me. I took a lot for granted.”

You shrug your shoulders as you watched everyone inside laugh and practically fall over each other. Yet here you were, on a balcony with your ex-boyfriend who was apologising over and over.

“No offense Jungkook, but I don’t want anymore apologies. They’re pointless,” you interrupt, “You can’t apologise for being an asshole 3 months after being one.”

“I know, you like action not words,” he says, “How can I show you?”

“By being considerate to your next girlfriend,” you tell him standing up, “And telling her you love her from time to time.”

“I love you,” he says, “I did then, I do now, and I will – forever and always,” Jungkook says before you opened the door to the party. Turning to look at him you saw the sincere, nervous look he had when you first met.

“Tell it to your next one,” you reply opening the door and pushing through the crowd. He didn’t come after you and you didn’t expect him to. The words you had left him with were harsh, but at least he knew how it felt to not have the person you love say it back.

Now it was time to focus on not losing what is left of you and stopping the anxiety you felt when you looked back at everything you had given him.

Except just one thought lingered as you walked home.

Had you wasted the best of you on him?

masterlist | ask

[maadim]

You may be a new writer,, but I can say it with my whole damn chest that - I’m pretty frickin sure that whatever you’ll create -write - will be so goddamn pretty and- I think re-read Last Dance Under The Sun for like twice to thrice and it makes me feel warm and sad and, I hate you for making me feel that way :((. ieosksk the convo between namjoon and yn is just bittersweet and ITS THE PERFECT KIND OF BITTERSWEET, the kind that makes the audience will crave it more and more (1)

And I may or may not already developed a crush on you 👉👈,, I mean?? Philosophy + Astronomy + Science?? Count me whipped, because that’s one of the best combination EVER. So tldr : I’ll be one of your devoted follower 😌 I swear that I have a feeling you’ll be a legend once TLDUS finished or even in your midway progress,, ilysm- your new whipped follower (cygnus anon)

Oh my goodness!! My first ask, ever. Thank you so much anon ♥ I’ve read this over and over again. Earlier today, I had a bit of a “low” and felt really down. You’ve cheered me up so much and I can’t thank you enough for your kind words! 

I’m so unbelievably pleased you enjoyed what I’ve written so far. I was incredibly anxious about going ahead with this story, and I’ve been kind of “sitting” on it for a while, debating for about two months now if I’m going to even bother. I can count on one hand the amount of compliments I’ve received for any of my writings that I’ve done in my whole life - 99% of the feedback I ever receive is critical, but not in a constructive way. I honestly feel my chest swelling a bit right now with this message! I can’t explain how happy it makes me!

Chapter one is coming very soon! I’m tweaking it, and after this I am so, so excited to share the first part of this story. Please stay tuned! And thank you so much again ♥♥♥

(p.s apologies for the paragraph but I feel warm and fuzzy and I couldn’t stop typing☀) 

[agustdtown1]

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FOREVER GRATEFUL [smut]

Summary: jeon jungkook was a man like no other, one that cared for you and your sinful needs more than he should, and for that you will forever be grateful.

SHUT UP AND DRIVE [smut]

Summary: Anyone could have predicted how bad it is to make a bet with your brother, yet you were hoping the outcome would be different. But alas, you were meant to be taught a lesson tonight; never go behind your brother’s back.

SHUT UP 'N LISTEN [smut] (shut up and drive pt2)

Summary: Trust was broken, and wrong decisions were made. You were now left alone facing the consequences of your own actions, realizing it was never a good idea to fuck around with your brother’s friend. But maybe that was another lesson you were meant to learn.

FREE USE [smut hcs]

Summary: headcanons of what it’d be like to let jungkook use you as much as he pleased.

CLOSER TO YOU part 1, part 2 [smut]

Summary: After getting various comments about your poor filming skills for your OF page, you finally decided to give in and reach out to the one person that could help you with your problem. However, what started as your roommate just helping you to film your video turned into you begging him to fuck you.

How long would it take for Jungkook to finally give in? After all, all he ever wanted was to be closer to you.