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[eureka-its-zico]

Commitment Part 2

Summary: After finding out the truth about who Jungkook really is, your world - and everything you thought you knew - comes crashing down. Do you begin to give in to your new captive situation, or do you continue to fight? The choices no longer seem so easy when you feel betrayed by the one you love…

A/N: Let’s be real: I bet a lot of you never thought there would be a second part to this (its a far assumption). But I’ve decide to make this a small series, maybe two or three more parts. I hope that this chapter feels worth the wait, and I hope it makes you excited for things to come. As always, thank you for stopping by, for reading, and hopefully, enjoying my work. Much love, Jenn.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 7k

Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, Detective Reader, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, mutual pining

Warnings: mentions of violence, sexual content (its smut, y’all), graphic violence, slight dom behavior, fingering, cunnalingus, almost p in v.

Previous

If it wasn’t for the searing pain that exploded behind your eyes you could’ve sworn - for a brief moment - that you were home. Safe at home in bed beside Jungkook, who was currently running his fingers softly through your hair. If he wasn’t peppering your jawline with kisses to wake you he was most definitely running his fingers through your hair. 

You’d come to expect it. Your body responded in kind by nuzzling up beside him and claiming his lips with your own. 

Morning breath be damned. 

Unfortunately, it didn’t take your body long to remind you that the bed you were lying in didn’t belong to you. The pain pulsating inside your skull wasn’t just a killer migraine. God - you wanted to believe it was a bad dream and that you’d open your eyes and find yourself nestled against Jungkook’s chest with fresh coffee waiting for you on your nightstand. 

The dried blood crusted somewhere in your hair and swollen lip reminded you that you weren’t that lucky. The only real thing you knew for sure was that Jungkook was in the room with you.

How did you know this? While you weren’t in your shared bed, sunlight drifting through the curtains to remind you it was time to start the day, you could feel fingers playing carefully through your hair. The pattern his fingers took, the way he gently moved through each strand to make sure his fingers didn’t catch it - pull it out of place - was something specifically Jungkook. 

Now, Jungkook was taking even more care not to hurt you. His fingers moved achingly, slowly, through your hair making sure to avoid the throbbing wound. 

You wanted to pull away from him. To open your eyes and scream at him while smashing your fists into his chests. You wanted answers - needed them to clear your conscience that what happened back at the station wasn’t your fault. 

You wanted to hear him say he wasn’t the devil and you weren’t the fool. 

But you couldn’t face him. Sure. You were filled with rage from being deceived, but had he really deceived you? Or had you simply deceived yourself? 

All the red flags were there that his story didn’t make sense. The odd hours. The mysterious phone calls that sent him racing for the door half-dressed with promises to return. When he did come back, he wouldn’t let you touch him - come close to him - until after he showered. He’d ask simple questions over morning coffee about cases that you weren’t sure you’d ever talked to him about. 

All the red flags were flown in your face, and you chose to overlook every single one for a handsome face and great dick. It wasn’t just that, was it? No. Somewhere along the line you both became too entangled; tethered to the same cord that strangled you both. 

Maybe that’s why when he cupped your cheek your body instantly turned into him. You hated him - loved him - were hopelessly devoted to him all at the same time. All those emotions would tear you to pieces as surely as your rage would. 

“Kitten - I know you’ve been awake for the last five minutes. Look at me.” 

“Oh, I’ll look at you, alright,” you snarled. 

You allowed all that anger - your brimming hatred - to burn in your gut. It gave you enough courage to do something either incredibly brave or plain stupid. You opened your eyes just enough to meet his gaze before your teeth sunk down into the soft flesh of his palm. 

In a split second, the love that blossomed in his eyes as you looked at him wilted and replaced itself with a lightening of rage. Jungkook tried to shake his hand loose from between your teeth but it caused you to bite down harder. Never once did he yell or sound out his pain. It should’ve warned you that this flame would burn you. 

You never were one to listen. 

Jungkook tried one last time to violently shake his hand free, and when it failed his hand smacked down across your face. The ringing in your ears was deafening and caused your vision to blur. Your jaw loosened enough for him to slip his hand free, and the taste of copper flowed like a river across your tongue. 

“Don’t ever call me ‘Kitten’ again,” you snapped, spitting blood onto the cold concrete floor.

“Anything else - Kitten.” 

The bastard was smirking. Gone was the unholy look of rage that could destroy whole cities and back was the coy softness you’d grown to expect from him. 

 “Yeah. Don’t fucking touch me either.” 

You expected him to snap. To bare teeth and tell you who you belonged to. Instead, all you got in return was that infamous smirk that spoke louder than words: he thought you were all talk. All venom that dripped from the pain of knowing you did belong to him. Even now with your body radiating with the urge to strike him you knew all it would take was one touch of his lips against yours and your fight would end. 

“We both know you don’t mean it.”

“Don’t I? You’re a liar, Jungkook. A fucking psychopath.”

A sigh left him as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The smirk now gone as he regarded you with raised brows and a look of indifference. His reaction telling you plainly that you were overreacting. 

“It’s a little late to try and act like a forensic psychologist, don’t you think?” 

“I’ve been to your crime scenes! I’ve seen the fucking carnage that you leave behind. Shit that would make Ed Gein look like a fucking Saint!” 

God. You wanted to keep it together and act as cold as he portrayed himself to be, but how could you? Jungkook had become eerily still. For the first time since you’d realized who he was you felt scared. 

“A psychopath you took to your bed. Who lived in your house, and cooked you dinners with the same hands that were held finger deep by your clenching pussy were also the same ones used to maim and murder. Tell me, Kitten, did it feel better being fucked by a psychopath than the straight and narrow pricks you allowed in your bed?”

You allowed the fear you felt to turn into stone cold dread as it dawned on you that they’d been watching you from the beginning. That he was mentioning your old partner, Christian, that you’d had a relationship with before it turned sour. Before he began to care more about having you sit at a desk job instead of being in the field chasing after bad guys. Bad guys like Jungkook. 

For all the dread that corroded your veins they were stoked to life with a rage so incredibly potent you could’ve sworn, for a moment, you went blind. 

“Get. Out.” When Jungkook showed no signs of moving you grabbed the only pillow off the cot bed and flung it as hard as you could. He dodged it easily. “Get the fuck out! I don’t want to see you ever again. You hear me? I hate you!” 

“No you don’t-“

“Don’t you tell me what I feel, Jungkook!”

“You wish you could hate me, Kitten, but you can’t.”

“Watch me. I’m going to get out of here and I’m putting your narcissistic, psychotic ass in prison for the rest of your unnatural fucking life. Afterwards, I’ll find someone to fuck to wash you completely out of my system! Marry them-”

When you first started your rant, Jungkook was smug. The cockiness of his belief that you couldn’t hate him - couldn’t move past him - kept his shoulders squared in confidence until his eyes met yours. Whatever he saw there - the raw determination - was enough to make that confident facade drop leaving only something much worse in its wake. Your bratty words meant to wound him only stoked a fire that threatened to burn entire cities.

He took a threatening step towards you as his hands dropped from inside his pockets. His fists clenching and unclenching in time with the ticking of his jaw. You wanted to put as much space between you two as possible, but you didn’t want to back down either. 

“I have never loved someone like I love you. Do you understand that? You are mine. And if you think I’m ever going to let you go, you got another thing coming, sweetheart. I am not letting you go.” Jungkook was standing in front of you now. His body dropped down just enough to meet you at eye level as he breathed one final promise across your lips, “Ever. I will burn down a thousand fucking cities looking for you, if I have too.” 

You braced yourself for a kiss that never came. Your pulse felt like at any moment it would burst from your neck. Jungkook noticed. He always did and that seemed to be enough for him, because he didn’t kiss you. He simply pushed back on his feet and turned towards the cell door. He called out and a man dressed in all black with an m16 strapped across his chest appeared. Jungkook shot you one last look as the guard opened the door, and allowed him to pass through just before he began to lock it again. 

Jungkook was still looking at you when he spoke to the henchman. “Don’t you fucking go in there with her. Don’t you let anyone in there unless it’s been cleared with me first.” 

“Sir, what about Namjoon-“

“I said cleared with me first. Got it?”

The man nodded his head too many times. Enough to make you wonder if he’d given himself whiplash before Jungkook spared you one last glance before disappearing back inside the depths of whatever fresh hell you’d put yourself in. 

When you continued to wake up still breathing on the cot, you were surprised. Okay. You were a whole lot of surprised. You half expected to be a lifeless corpse rising from a trash heap than to be found tucked inside bedsheets. It didn’t take you long to know why you weren’t dead yet nor was it a surprise 

It felt like you’d been awake for hours. Your eyes helplessly combed over every painted brick of the walls for any sign of weakness. Without an actual clock inside your makeshift prison there was plenty of room for error when it came to time frames. It could've simply been hours since you’d been in the cell. But because of the trauma you’d sustained to your head - the possible unseen damage - it could’ve been days. The thought alone causes your stomach to somersault violently into your throat. 

Since you woke up that first time and had your spat with Jungkook, he hadn’t returned to visit you. The guards at your cell, however, still followed his orders. Most of them wouldn’t even look at you. 

The headache you’d been nursing with the palm of your hand since you woke up continued to be a nagging friend. It’s persistent poking and prodding against your temple caused your vision to shift into doubles at the worst times. Mostly, those worst times accumulated down to when you were pacing in your cell. The game plan you’d come up with kept constantly changing -forming- and retaking shape. 

When you first awoke in the dank cell, you were quick to notice you were lying on a cot. It’s placement in one of the corners of the room's brick walls made it easy for you to determine the only thing inside it was you and the cot. The exposed lightbulb above the room swaying at odd times. As if the ground above shook with the same rage you felt building in your chest. 

There weren’t any windows, and instead of metal bars there was just a door. It’s rusted exterior letting you know wherever you’d been taken too was very old. No windows and no open metal framework told you simply that yelling for help was out of the question. You weren’t surprised: you’d been reading their files for years. If they didn’t keep you closed off from the rest of civilization, you’d have questioned the whole thing. 

You started feeling the grooves in between the bricks. Every single one painted over in gunmetal grey to make the cell appear darker. Whatever light the flickering bulb above gave off was consumed and tinted by lighted shadow. 

It took everything you had to concentrate on feeling out the grooves for possible signs that the bricks were possibly lose. Or maybe even catch the slightest breeze - making its way through a large crack. You allowed yourself to hope. 

How stupid of you. 

With every inch and glide of your palms against the cool surface, you felt your heart beginning to sink. You were never getting out. The chances of you making it out on your own two legs and not a body bag was dwindling and your hysteria. Well, that was definitely beginning to spring to the surface. 

You’d just taken rapid steps back away from your latest attempt, the panic swelling up your chest was threatening to turn you feral. The only course of action you could think to do was to cause yourself pain. So, your hands flew up to grab at your head. The minute your finger scratched at the dull cut your vision exploded in pain - hissing past your lips with your eyes flinching at the thundering ache. The dried blood flaked down to your jacket, and you stared at the few flakes resting on your shoulder. 

The pain was bringing you out of your breakdown, but barely. You were running out of ideas - of options - when you heard the sound of a large deadbolt coming loose and right after a few larger bolts slid out of place. Your anxiety attack had placed you dead center in the middle of the room. 

The lightbulb’s glow painted you in a spotlight of sunburnt yellows - the blood on your hair and face made you feel like a wounded animal. Every click of a lock coming undone a time bomb to the Hunter coming in to finish the job. 

Your heart was back in your throat as you glanced around hopelessly for an object, anything to defend yourself, and came up short. With the last lock coming undone you decided you would wait for them to enter. Your muscles tensing up in your thighs as you prepared yourself to run at whoever it was. 

You prepared yourself as much as you could but when the door squeakily opened and Jungkook stepped through all your resolve faded. He was just standing there - like nothing happened - looking handsome as ever with a tray held with one hand. The entire night flashed before you. The deceit. The lies. The last conversation you had before he’d left the room. To see him standing there with that smug look on his face - the same one he gave you when he proved he was better at cooking, games, or sex irritated the shit out of you. 

All the dinners you cooked together in your shared kitchen. The trips you’d taken and the little notes you found inside your coat pockets or on the fridge and bathroom mirror. Was it all a lie? Was his smugness due to him winning the biggest game of all? 

The scream that you bottled up broke free as you charged towards him. You hated how unfazed he seemed - how amused. Jungkook wasn’t apologetic for tearing your world apart: for making you love him. If anything, he stood like a god before you. Gluttonous in his pride knowing you couldn’t do anything to him. 

You swung at him, realizing too late it was a wide swing. His hand came up in seconds to grab your swinging arm in mid-air. You were still moving forward with your momentum, unable to come to a stop, and Jungkook used it to twist your arm in his grip and bring you colliding into his chest. 

The tray of food and whatever else he’d carried was an afterthought as its content scattered all over the floor. You tried to wriggle out of his strong grip, but that only succeeded in making him hold on to you tighter. You could practically feel his muscles as they flexed under the shirt. 

“I told you, I didn’t want to see you again,” you seethed. 

“And I told you, Kitten, that I wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Let me go, Jungkook. Let. Me. Go!” 

If you could’ve pounded on his big stupidity attractive chest you would have. Since you couldn’t, you settled for screaming in his face. You tried to take a step back, to try and gain some kind of leverage, when his free hand came up to grip the back of your head. He used that leverage to bring your face dangerously close to his. The wild look in his eyes made you grow incredibly still.

“I need you to get it through that thick skull of yours,” he used your name. Jungkook rarely ever used your name. “If you think for one second I am spending one second of my life without you, you are sadly mistaken.”

“You’re an idiot,” you gasped. You were not going to fucking cry right now. “Why would you want someone who doesn’t want you - who can’t stand the sight of you?” 

Jungkook dipped down and brushed the tip of his nose over yours. The gentle touch shocked you enough that you stopped moving; forgot to breathe.  

“When are you going to stop lying to yourself, Kitten? We were made for each other.”

You wanted to deny his statement. To remind him that he was not only a psychopath, but a delusional one at that, but was he the only delusional one in the room? Or was it you? 

You didn’t get a chance to dispute his claim. Using the hold he had on the back of your neck, Jungkook brought you the last couple inches closer and sealed his lips down on yours. 

The worst part about Jungkook kissing you was how your resistance completely crumbled. You knew he must have noticed it too - the way the fight slowly seeped out of your muscles. How easy it was for his tongue to spread your lips open to dive inside. The grip he’d held on your arm released, but Jungkook made sure he kept you secured to him. His hand on your neck pressing you painfully closer as the hand he’d removed from your wrist now dug its fingers into the soft flesh of your hips. 

You didn’t want him thinking that it was over for you; that he’d won. Your lust may have clouded your mind, but somewhere behind the cloud your common sense was screaming. Unfortunately, common sense was losing when his hand trailed up beneath your shirt to the swell of your breasts. Nimble fingers pulled down the cotton fabric of your bra to expose your nipples to him. 

Jungkook made quick work to take the bud between his thumb and index finger and applied the right amount of pressure. Just enough to make a moan gasp against his mouth right before he moved in to swallow the sound with another heated kiss. 

He pinched your nipple one last time sending a delicious shiver to shoot down your spine. Instantly, your pussy reacted to his touch. You knew if - when - he pulled down your pants Jungkook would find your underwear soaked. 

You weren’t sure what made you do it. Maybe you were annoyed by how easily he made you crumble at his touch. He was a monster. A killer. 

But he’s your monster. 

The thought made your blood run cold. The desire Jungkook had stoked inside you quickly disappeared as that thought haunted you. When you tried to pull away from his kiss, Jungkook’s grip on your neck refused to let you go. So, you did the only thing you could think of. 

You waited until his bottom lip pressed down into a pout to grab it with your teeth. You bit down hard enough for your tongue to be greeted with the taste of blood. A growl rumbled deep in chest; a sound he pressed with violent force against your lips. 

The kiss felt bruising as his hands dropped down to the back of your thighs. You were able to pull away from him enough to let out a small yelp of surprise when Jungkook’s hands grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up. Instantly, you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

His feet carried you over to the corner of the room. You expected to be thrown down on the cot. Your body tensed up as it waited for the coming drop, but it never came. Instead, Jungkook pushed you up against the cold stone of the wall with enough force it pushed a rush of air from your lungs. 

You were about to call out - the jolt of brief pain ready to escape from your mouth - when Jungkook crashed his lips back into yours. His hips rutted up into you. His cock hard and pressed into the fabric of his jeans. 

He controlled the movement with his hands on your hips. Half of your weight supported by the wall and his hips that he moved over your clothed sex. The friction of his clothed cock rubbed against your clit made you moan into the kiss. 

“You want to play rough, kitten,” he huffed against your lips. “I can play rough. I’ll be as rough as you want me to be.”

To prove his point, Jungkook traced his lips down to your neck. His tongue grazed from the hollow of your throat down towards your collarbone. When he reached your shoulder he sank his teeth down into the skin. You let out a small scream, your hands fisting into his hair, as you tried to tug him loose. 

Jungkook kept the pressure of his teeth firmly in their place and, using his hands on his hips, ground up into you. The jolt of pleasure that collided with the pain sent another moan spilling free from your lips. You were close to begging him to stop teasing - to give you what you wanted - but Jungkook seemed to know from the soft pleas that you hummed against his ear. 

Without warning, he peeled you from the wall and flung you both on top of the cot. Jungkook caught himself with his hands at the last second making sure he didn’t crush you against the mattress. You wouldn’t have cared. You couldn’t find time to care as he helped strip you of your jacket and shirt. Your own hands desperately trying to pull his shirt over his head so you could feel him bare and pressed against you. 

When your bra was removed and flung off your arms, Jungkook didn’t hesitate to take each breast in his hands. He dropped down and wrapped his mouth around a nipple. The feeling of his tongue flicking and swirling caused your body to arch into him. Your hands flew wildly to grab ahold of the strands of his hair - fingers curling and pulling as he took a nipple between his teeth. Jungkook made sure he took his time taking each nipple in his mouth; tongue swirling around the stiff peaks. 

You could feel his hand drift down your middle to the edge of your jeans. You didn’t try and fight him as his nimble fingers worked at the button of your jeans, and further down between the fabric and the lace of your underwear. 

When Jungkook’s fingers first felt between your folds - his fingers finding you soaked - he exhaled heavily.  His mouth made a loud pop as he disconnected from your breast with eyes hollowed with hunger meeting your own. 

“Fuck. You’re always so wet for me, Kitten,” he huffed. 

You weren’t sure how to answer him or if you even should. You hated him - wanted to believe you hated him - and everything he stood for. There was no denying, however, that you wanted him. It went beyond reason, because you couldn’t understand it. The only thing you did understand was when he pushed three fingers knuckle deep inside your aching pussy, your body turned molten with a need so deep that only Jungkook could sate. 

The lewd wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of you filled the room. The only other sound to try and cover that was your soft moans that only grew louder when Jungkook stripped your pants and underwear down over your thighs, and off your legs and buried his tongue between your folds. 

His tongue traced up from your entrance, and took his time licking his way up to swirl at your clit before giving a large stroke. This time you did scream as his tongue fucked you; stroked and sucked every inch of you until your legs quivered around him forcing your words to become incoherent. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. The need to be filled with him became overwhelming and, using his hair to pull him violently up, you asked, “Jungkook-“ you breathlessly pleaded, “Fuck me. Please.”

He looked up at you from between your legs. His pupils were blown out completely with lust. There was a moment where you wondered if he’d even heard you. There was no recognition in his face that he had heard you until a growl brushed past his lips, and he nipped at the inner corner of your thigh. You let out a sound of surprise as you tried to move back, but Jungkook kept you securely in place. 

“Is that what you want?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want you, Jungkook.”

You thought he was going to ask more stupid questions. Couldn’t he see you were a fool for him? Couldn’t he see how much you needed him? At that moment, you were willing to beg him. You were ready to start doing exactly that when Jungkook suddenly moved up with his hands at his belt. His fingers were rapidly unbuttoning his jeans when a loud knock came at the door. 

Jungkook’s response was instant and animalistic. A snarl cut through the room that seemed to suspend time completely. The person behind the door no doubt shitting themselves for making a boldly stupid decision. 

“Whoever it is, you better have a good fucking reason for interrupting me,” he snapped. 

Again. Silence. You were willing to bet they’d run for safety, except you were wrong. 

“I’m sorry, boss, but Namjoon sent me down to find you. He needs you to come back to the lounge, and he requested you bring the prisoner with you.”

Jungkook had gone eerily still above you. The sexually charged air began to change as the lust that had been in his eyes was replaced by something darker; more dangerous. Suddenly, you felt too exposed to the room. Your hands meekly moved to try and cover your nakedness from the room, while Jungkook remained on his knees above you. His buckle loose at his waist and upper body bare. 

He seemed to be deciding whether to do as he was asked or tell them to fuck off. You’d learned, however, that while Jungkook was no doubt the unhinged part of Namjoon’s crew, he was loyal. You didn’t think he would deny a request from his leader, even for you. 

He let out a heavy sigh as he removed himself from the cot, his legs bending down slightly so he could scoop up his shirt and put it back on. 

“Tell him we’ll be there in five minutes.”

 While he didn’t sound happy about it, Jungkook was still going to be a good boy and do as he was told. 

“Namjoon asked for you to hurry-“ 

“Fuck off!” Jungkook snapped. A booted foot slammed against the metal of the door making everything grow still with fear. “I said it’ll be five minutes. Now go.” 

The sound of retreating feet filled the hall outside before Jungkook had even finished telling him to leave. Smart man. You swung your legs over the side of the cot and moved to start picking up your clothes when hands on your waist pushed you back against the wall. 

You looked up just in time to watch Jungkook fall to his knees between your legs. His hands grasping your left thigh to raise it up onto his shoulder. The angle left him closer to the mound of your sex. 

“Jungkook, what are you doing? You told them we’d be there in five minutes.”

The devilish smirk you knew all too well tilted the corner of his lips. The lust that was stripped away seconds ago coming back as his tongue lazy stroked between your folds coaxing a gasp to leave you. 

“I only need a couple to make you come.” 

Jungkook always was a man of his word. 

You walked down the hallways beside Jungkook as he led you through the large building. Wherever it was The Devils’ called home, it was a renovated industrial building. Maybe once upon a time, it had housed machinery of some kind to build cars or maybe make some sort of sweet treat that eventually closed down. Whatever the building was used for originally, it had been refurbished to house evil.

The cold original metal and brick of the interior has been kept with only a few choices of artwork, drapes around the windows, and furniture giving it a sense of life. To you, no matter what anyone tried to place in the building, it would still feel uninviting. 

Jungkook instructed you to follow him as he turned left at the next four way intersection of the building. His hand on your arm gently pulled you along and kept you close to him all at the same time. 

“When we get in there don’t speak unless he instructs you to speak.”

“I’ll speak when I want too,” you snapped, hating the idea of being good for any of them. 

Jungkook sent you a glaring look of warning as came to a set of double doors. 

“Don’t be stupid, Kitten. The only reason you’re still alive is because of me.”

“And should I be grateful for that?” You wanted to pull your arm out of his grip, but it felt silly to do that when you’d just come all over his tongue. 

Jungkook appeared to be having the same thought. 

“Yes. You should.”

That was all the reply Jungkook bothered to give you as he pushed open the door and ushered you inside. This room, whatever it had been, was more updated than what you’d previously seen. The walls were painted a warm tone and carpet was put in. Off to the counter was a large bar that had an actual bartender stuck behind the empty counter with a slew of couches placed like a large C inside the middle. 

Inside that large C is where your eyes found Namjoon. His body positioned in the center of the C and sitting patiently. The second the two of you entered his eyes were on you. The judgment in them was heavy and something that he wasn’t afraid to show. 

Namjoon didn’t seem to like you very much. Well, the feeling was mutual. Jungkook stopped you in the middle and released the grip he’d held on your arm. He moved away from you to go and stand off to the left of Namjoon with Yoongi being at his right. 

You hated being left there like some kind of fucked up prize. It wasn’t just the three of them and a bartender. No, scattered around the back of the lounge stood more lackey’s, the unimportant ones that were used as fodder when shit got heavy were scattered all around. Most of them wear shit eating grins as if your presence in their bad guy lair was just the funniest damn thing. 

You’d see who’d have the last laugh. 

“Welcome, Detective,” Namjoon’s voice boomed inside the room. His arms swept over the area as he attempted to smile in what he must have thought was a greeting. It looked more like a grimace. “I do hope you’ve been enjoying your stay here.” 

You considered him coolly as you thought of how to reply. Jungkook had instructed you to speak when spoken too; to play nice. You always did have an issue with doing what you were told. 

“Actually, it’s been shit,” you started with a shrug. “I’m just waiting to get out of here.”

“And why is that?”

Namjoon seemed to know why. He didn’t need to truly ask you. He was only doing it because he wanted to see if you’d have the guts to say it out loud. 

“You aren’t dumb. None of you are, and I’m willing to bet you all know exactly what I’m going to do when I’m out of here.”

“Kitten.”

One word. Jungkook spoke your pet name as a warning. His face and body had grown stiff as he took a cautious step towards you. Namjoon held up a hand to stop him, waving him back to stand in his spot. Jungkook didn’t like it. It was made apparent by the ticking of his jaw as he continued to watch. 

“No, no Jungkook let her speak. You think you are going to put us away?”

“Oh, I know I can.” You retorted, allowing yourself your own sickly sweet smile. “I won’t stop until I place every single one of you where you deserve.” 

“That's a noble little quest you’ve given yourself, but you’ve got your ideas of who’s good and who's bad backwards, I’m afraid.”

A snort of laughter left you. The disbelief evident on your face as you regarded the men around you. These men who had slaughtered droves of people; families even. Men who had tried to come forward to atone for the crimes they had committed, their conscience finally taking hold, only for you to find the entire home missing or dead. Hospital staff who had been gunned down along with rival gang leaders who’d been inside. 

The terror these men had caused and all for the name of what? Infamy? Power? Money? All the things that didn’t mean shit when you were six feet under. The thing that disgusted you the most wasn’t these men and their atrocities, but your own. 

The very man who was responsible for so much of that carnage had just been buried nose deep between your legs, and you’d let him. All the fight you’d claimed to have - the moral standing - completely went away when he touched you. Where was your resolve then? Where was your belief in Justice for those victims when his hands were digging into your hips and his cock buried inside you? 

Nowhere. 

Looking at him now you knew a part of you hated Jungkook, but the person you really hated was yourself. 

With your eyes roaming back to face down Namjoon, you square your shoulders and make sure your resolve shown through as you speak your next words.  

“I’ve seen your handiwork, and I know what kind of men you are. I meant what I said. I’m going to find a way out of here and when I do, I promise you until my very last breath, I will hunt you down and put you fucking animals where you belong.” 

You hadn’t realized you were shaking - that you’d taken a step towards him until Jungkook and Yoongi took a step with you. Good. Let them know you meant every word. That they weren’t the only boogeymen meant to be feared. 

Namjoon sat forward, his arms resting on his thighs, as he regarded you with a calculating eye. No longer did he think you were trying to talk tough because of your situation. Now, you were positive, he knew you meant every word and that maybe he should proceed with caution. 

“You’d lock up Jungkook, as well?”

He was testing you. Maybe it was a test meant to show Jungkook he shouldn’t have grown soft for you. That you didn’t care for him the way he did you. 

You wished that was the truth but, unfortunately, it was far from it. Maybe that’s why when you turn to look in Jungkook’s direction you will yourself to look callous; completely disregarding what resembled hurt that was scrunching across his brow. 

“All of you deserve to be in cages. No exceptions.” 

“We’ll, I guess we better make sure to keep you locked inside one yourself.” 

You knew that voice. 

Your back went rigid as your mind raced at the recognition of that voice. A part of you didn’t want to turn - to see - the betrayal you felt coming towards you like a speeding train. Unfortunately, this was something you couldn’t run from. 

Turning your head to your right, you watched as your Chief came into view. A smug smile showing all of his pearly white teeth like the Cheshire Cat who’d stumped you at your own riddle. The shitty part about that was that he had. 

You’d always suspected that The Devils’ had some form of inside help. Most gangs were good, but no one rivaled The Devils’ when it came to the amount of intel they seemed to have. When witness protection magically lost informants, or informants were found out while undercover. Good seasoned Detectives who had been doing this for years miraculously were caught with their body parts being dumped in front of the police station with rats festering inside the bags. 

At first, you thought it had been you. That these men and women had paid with their lives all because of some costly fling. The endless guilt of racking your brain wondering what you’d left out; let slip while grocery shopping or relaxing with him on the couch. 

And all along it had been Chief Ebert. 

“You fuckin’ traitor!” You snarled. 

Seconds later, your closed fist collided with his nose and a spurt of blood erupted like a spout. A sharp cry of pain filled the room as you launched yourself at him, but found arms securing themselves at your waist and pulling away. The fast movement off to your left let you know it wasn’t Jungkook who had grabbed you, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know he didn’t like it one bit. 

“Jungkook - stay where you’re at,” Namjoon ordered. “Hyujin, restrain her.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try!”

You felt murderous. Your heart pounded like war drums inside your chest. In a matter of a day, two days, the amount of betrayal you’d experienced left your world spinning. With an even bigger question of, “Who could be trusted?” raging inside of your head. 

“You fucking bitch!” Chief Ebert muttered out. His fingers sloppily trying to stop the blood from running out. “I always knew you were psychotic.”

“That’s rich coming from a treacherous weasel,” you snapped back. “How much did you sell your honor for, huh?”

“Oh, shut up,” he huffed. “Like you have any room to talk. When I requested for Jungkook to follow you to make sure he kept you off leads on investigations, I never would have thought it would’ve been that easy for him to fucking get to you.”

Another flash of red filtered over your vision. With a snarl you lashed out with your foot with your boot connecting with his chest shoving him down. 

“That is enough!” Namjoon’s voice boomed over the room. “Hyujin, take her back to her cell. Ebert get the hell up so we can get this over with.” 

You were still struggling as the lackey in question, Hyujin, walked you back down the long stretches of hallway Jungkook had just led you down. 

Did Ebert say he requested Jungkook to follow you? So, that night at the bar…Jungkook knew exactly who you were. He knew everything about you, because Ebert told Namjoon who had told him. 

Your mind tried to make sense of the carousel of deceit you kept finding yourself in. It struggled to find footing - on a course of action - but at the end of every idea the uncertainty of who could you trust came slamming home into your chest. Hyujin almost had you back to your cell when you finally made up your mind. While you weren’t sure who you could trust, you knew one thing - you could trust yourself. With your mind made up you took in a breath preparing for your next move. 

It was now or never. 

You let out a small scream as you slammed the heel of your foot down on top of the  guard's foot. When he bent down in predictable fashion, you brought your elbow up to crash against his face. It gave you just enough momentum to grab the m16 that was strapped around his neck, to grab at the strap, and move behind him, pulling it tight across his throat. 

It takes longer in real-life to choke someone into unconsciousness, even longer if you’re trying to kill them. Lucky for this guy you only meant to only do the first. When Hyujin finally stopped struggling, you removed the strap from around his throat, completely removing the gun from his body. You put the strap over your shoulder and went to work looking for keys. 

You found a walkie talkie and earbud and quickly put it on. While you didn’t plan on staying long enough to actually use it, it would come in handy as you tried to make your escape. 

After locating the keys, you plugged in the earbud and secured the radio to the back of your pants. With the gun held tightly in your hands, you started making your way back up the hallway in search of an exit. It was time to start your escape. 

Next

Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you for reading! XoXo

[btschooseafic]

BTS-Hybrid au on Tumblr

organizing! I will try and tag all of the hybrid fics I reblog, but I wanted to specially note the fics I might want to re-read, or ongoing fics I want to keep track of

edited 02/11/2023

*completed*

Fix You by casuallyimagining

hybrid!yoongi x reader

reader takes in a stray cat who turns out to be yoongi. also available on ao3!

sequel, Home by casuallyimagining

hybrid!yoongi x human!reader, hybrid!namjoon x hybrid!hoseok, hybrid!jin x hybrid!jungkook

yoongi continues to heal from his past and develop his relationship with you, when he runs into his old pack. also available on ao3!

Somewhere I Can Breathe by myplaceforstories

hybrid!reader x taehyung, ot7 friendship

you go to the country, hoping it will be easier than living as a stray hybrid in the city.

The Little Fox by purpleyoonn

hybrid!reader x ot7, ot7 x ot7, a/b/o dynamics, trauma recovery, lowkey soulmate au

you run away from the bidding house where you were abused, and are taken in by a pack. also available on ao3!

Escape by amazedforjjk

hybrid!reader x hybrid!bts

you and seven other predator hybrid escape the truck that was taking you to your execution

Calico by mygsii

jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

after an incident, you end up taking in cat hybrid jimin. only problem is, you don’t know how to take care of him.

The Treasure Box by worldofblade

hybrid!jimin x human! reader, lowkey soulmate au, co-workers au

when you see everyone treating your new coworker jimin badly just because he’s a raven hybrid, you decide to befriend him

Mother Nature by alternateafterthought

tiger hybrid! hoseok x lioness hybrid! reader, heat, smut, college au

you ask your friend hoseok to help you out during your heat

Inheritance by jincherie

hybrid!yoongi x reader

your grandmother passes away and leaves everything to you, including her cat hybrid. also available on ao3!

Hybrid Games by moviefreaklover

ot7 x reader

you, a famous game designer, adopt seven hybrids

Choco Bun by nunchiimagines

ot7 x reader, kind of coworkers/office romance au, kind of cafe au

you are a rabbit hybrid who opens up a cafe under BTS Corp. no one expects the seven CEO dragon hybrids to take an interest in you

Outro: Love Is Not Over by kiirokero

hybrid!hoseok x human! reader, single parent au, teacher au

you are the single parent of a golden retriever hybrid, yunho. hoseok is his teacher.

Dance To This by hollyhomburg

ot7 x reader, polyam, first part finished, second part ongoing

you are blind and adopt jin to help assist you.

Sugary Sweet by hollyhomburg

hybrid!reader x hybrid!taehyung x hybrid!yoongi x human!namjoon

namjoon is a writer and moves out into the country cause of anxiety

Shelter of Hope by daydream-hobii

ot7 x reader

you and your husband namjoon run a hybrid shelter

A Place Called Home by agustdakasuga

ot7 x reader

you are a vet who tries your best to save hybrids. this extends to your personal life, and the many hybrids you’ve brought home with you

To Build A Home by euphoricfilter

ot7 x reader, 9 tailed fox reader, smut/implied smut

you and jin need to find an owner or a pack before the government takes you.

The Sanctuary series by writersrealmbts [7 parts completed]

Part 1, Safe with Me, seokjin x reader

Also on ao3!

Pack Trials series by writersrealmbts

werewolf au, hybrid au, choose your own adventure (choose which member), other groups available

also on ao3!

*ongoing*

Enchanted To Meet You by ditttiii

hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, soulmate au, idolverse

BTS has supposedly gone on hiatus. Secretly, they are shapeshifters searching for their soulmate--you. also available on ao3!

Eunoia by wishesunderthestars

hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, ot7 x ot7

you are a world famous director who suddenly keeps running into hybrids in need.

Abundance by angelicyoongie

hybrid!ot7 x human!reader, ot7 x ot7

you adopt three different packs of hybrids... who don’t get along. also available on ao3!

Peculiar Pack by daydreamindollie

hybrid!bts x human!reader

you are a hybrid psychologist who finds a hybrid stealing from your garden one night, and decides to take in him and his pack

Sly like a... by youarejesting

hybrid!ot7 x reader

you take in seven hybrid as part of a government experiment. also available on ao3!

Gossamer by aroseforyoongi

hybrid!taehyung x human!reader, dark themes, smut, human experimentation

you are a scientist. your job is to take care of the new hybrid in your lab.

Wabi-sabi by flurrys-creativity

human!taehyung x hybrid!reader

taehyung adopts a blind hybrid.

Sehnsucht by 20moonchild21

hybrid!bts x human! oc

Hope is a newly appointed lawyer who takes in an injured hybrid she finds on the streets.

Stubborn Hugs by eternal-mikrokosmos

hybrid!namjoon x reader, ot7 x ot7, ot7 x reader, smut, mystery

you bring home a koala and bunny hybrid. unfortunately, you and the koala hybrid have some history together. also available on ao3!

Perihelion by jincherie [hiatus]

hoseok x reader, roommates au, college au

you and hoseok accidentally become roommates. neither of you are very happy about it

90 Days by ttaehyungtrashh [hiatus?]

ot7 x reader

you are a cafe owner who has befriended jimin, who lives on the streets. when winter comes, you ask jimin and his pack if they want to come stay with you. despite his reservations, namjoon says yes.

restitution by cloudteawrites

ot7 x reader

you find out that an uncle you never knew existed was the head of a famous law firm. now that your uncle has passed away, he’s left you everything, including seven hybrids he had only recently adopted. also available on ao3!

Home Calls the Heart by anonnie-in-wonderland

ot7 x reader, grief, magic

both you and the boys are grieving when Taehyung brings you home to his pack.

[personasintro]

stories coming in 2023

⏤ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: dilf!taehyung x reader

⏤ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: single dad au, best friend's brother au, age gap

⏤ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: fuck boy!jk x reader

⏤ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: single mom au, fuck boy au, age gap

more to come...

[lolabangtan]

A N G E L | multi

You came to this world with a purpose: seven wicked souls wander this realm in search of what was stolen from them. While they seek revenge, you seek a way to hunt them down, but destiny has it deemed that you will find kinship in what is owed redemption.

Word count: ??

Warnings: smut, heavy religious themes, mild violence, toxic behaviour, mentions of abuse.

# non-linear storyline, supernatural AU, soulmates AU, CEO/celebrity AU, fallen angel!OT7 x devil hunter!female reader, dom/sub dynamics, strangers to enemies to lovers, a bit Namjoon!main, explicit warnings for each chapter.

· read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist

BOOK I.

scripture

heaven-sent

nuova eva

wrath

BOOK II.

rib

seed

womb

sin

BOOK III.

on a cross

ruth

revelations

TAGLIST IS OPEN

Send an ask or reply to this post by commenting or rebblogging!

Cheers,

Lola.

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @dragonwanker for allowing me to pick your brain on this wonderful story and allowing me to continue this series! 💜 As always, Interview With a Writer is my ongoing series of the talented souls on Tumblr and ao3, and their brilliant writing!

Dividers by @saradika 💜

Name: dragonwanker

Story: The Commune [on ao3]

Paring: modern Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns. This fic contains dark themes such as; descriptions of depression, manipulation, coercion, noncon/dubcon, and incest. Please mind the tags for each chapter.

So, when did you start writing?

Oh, just in September this year! I wrote my first fic and published it then, it’s called “Warm Me Up” 😊 But I’ve been obsessed since it aired last October and I’ve read miles of Aemond fanfic especially!

I’ve always been like a day dreamer, who needs a fantasy to escape to. I didn’t think I’d be any good at writing and avoided it for so long, but then I felt inspired and brave and thought I’d give it a shot. Fanfic really helped me last year when I had a pretty bad time mentally and I thought if someone would enjoy my stories like I’ve enjoyed so many others, I’d be happy!

What made you decide to start writing in English? Do you have any advice for budding new writers where English is not their native tongue?

I think I decided to write in English since I only read fanfics in English, there really isn’t a community in Swedish. Most Swedish people have high enough English literacy to read in the language, and being able to read and write in English opens up to so much more content. As for advice; I’d say read read read! Even if it’s just fanfics, there is so much talent among ff writers and so many lovely pieces to chose from!

I don’t think I would have been able to write without having read so much fan fiction in the last year honestly! I only ever read books in Swedish, or really boring text books and academic articles in English. So, reading has really helped me understand the tone that I enjoy reading in. And helped me understand how to describe and paint a picture for the reader.

I’ve had some time to practice writing in English though, I did both my bachelors and masters in English, but the papers I wrote in school were all boring academic papers.

But that did help me articulate myself and get my point across, something that I think might feel challenging when writing in a second language.

Where did the plot for The Commune come from?

Since I am new to writing, I thought I’d explore writing something darker (also cause Halloween was just around the corner hehe) but wanted it to be different from other stories I’ve read.

I studied politics in uni and was very focused on nationalism, identity and national identity. I think theories surrounding those concepts, like Benedict Anderson’s theory on ‘imagined communities,’ inspired me to write something about a secluded community, and then I thought of a cult.

And the idea works ‘cause Aemond (in canon, I mean) was brought up in a religious family, and I felt like the Seven would be fun to explore more, especially since the story takes place in a modern AU of Westeros.

And his personality really reflects other cult leaders, like Jim Jones (I used Jonestown as a bit of an inspiration for The Commune). Aemond is highly intelligent, calculating, persuasive, knowledgeable about the Seven, and authoritative.

Can you expand a bit more on your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in The Commune?

I’d say the trauma from losing his eye as a child drives him greatly, and that has both good and bad consequences. Like in canon, he utilises that when studying, and it’s implied that he is extremely intelligent, which I’d say is a result of his tedious work. The need to prove himself drives him greatly.

I also think he has a inferiority complex as a child that develops into a superiority complex as he gets older and praised for his amazing work in school.

So, he takes a natural role as the leader within The Commune (I mean, he’s the mastermind behind it) since he believes that he’s superior to everyone else, even those older than him (with more experience in life or in research). That is where the idea that he could be the father reincarnated comes from; his incredible intellect and how sure he is in everything he does.

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal?

I felt like some of us needed a relatable depressed girl whose too tired of her meaningless job to fight the manipulation.

But I guess I drew a lot of inspiration from real life, and having battled a bit with mental health issues, I utilised that. I wanted the ending to be a bit ambiguous; so that we don’t know if she chose to stay or if she was “brainwashed” into staying. So, she needed to be displeased with life from the start, otherwise she wouldn’t want to leave her career.

Plus, cults often pray on people like her: depressed and disappointed in life. So it felt fitting 😊

Do you think your Reader complements Aemond?

I’ve thought about it and in a twisted way, yes, I think she compliments him (or his delusions haha). He uses his scar and the trauma he went through as a child as a way to manipulate his followers, and having the girl who (he thinks) wronged him by his side as a devoted partner helps him further reinforce his agenda as this outer worldly leader!

That’s one more thing that drives him marrying her: he thinks she’ll help in his selfish goals of gaining more power.

So really, she complements his end game.

Were there any other characters in your story you enjoyed writing?

Oh yes, I loved writing Alys and Helaena! They’re only the two other real ‘actors’ in the story but it was so fun exploring how their characters would translate onto this dark, modern setting.

Helaena being depressed in King’s Landing and finding solace in the country where she can pursue a life without the stresses of modern society felt realistic to the way I interpret her character; someone who craves connection to nature (actualised through her fondness of insects) yet gets pulled away from that and thrust into the chaotic mess that is the Targtowers.

And Alys being this highly intelligent PhD student in phytotherapy; having vast knowledge on plants and ancient healing practices! Gets charmed by the young and confident political science student (Aemond) who promises a better life under a brand new philosophy.

Do you think you will do a sequel to this story? Or a new piece you might post?

Hmmm no, at least not at the moment! I like the way it ended and feel like I don’t have anything else to add that would elevate the story… but if inspiration strikes I’m not opposed to the idea!

I’m currently writing a series called ‘Rumours’ that I think people who enjoyed ‘The Commune’ might like; it’s not a dark!fic but there’s plenty of angst and drama 👀

Do you have a personal favorite fanfic you'd like to share?

I am beyond excited for more of @theoneeyedprince Tom Bennett story ‘As the World Burns’ and @humanpurposes modern!Aemond story ‘It Will Come Back’

[elleomoonchild]

Red Seoul Captive - a dark ot7 AU

Bunny Hybrid Jeon Jungkook, known only as the White Rabbit, is the top performing soldier and assassin in the wonderland-like kingdom of White Seoul.

And he's just been given a new mission: travel to the parallel universe of Red Seoul and take down the mafia Bangtan...one by one.

But a stupid mistake blows Jungkook's cover and he soon finds himself the captive of the very mafia he was targeting.

He was ready to be tortured—killed even, but nothing would have prepared him for the dark temptation the six attractive Red Seoul mafia lords offered.

But now caught between parallels on the brink of collapse, Jungkook will begin to realize that everything he thought he knew is nothing as it seems...

This AU is ongoing and is currently at 163k words with 30/46 chapters posted. This fic will be continued in 2023.

[epiphainie]

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[moonrybread]

men i wished i enjoyed the way God Intended

- William fletcher (Mid-Evil Midwest)

- Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN)

- Kim Namjoon (BTS)

- Cellbit (Twitch Streamer)

[ugh-yoongi]

fellow writers, or any cc really — which sitewide tags have you found to be the best/most effective for engagement?

i don't personally use "big" tags (like just #seokjin or #bts) because i know some people don't want to see fanfiction in those tags and therefore are more likely to report them for community labels, etc., and if you're in #jungkook smut you're probably there for a reason, but it seems like those big tags are the best ones to actually ensure people see your work??

readers — which sitewide tags do you look through the most? is it mainly member x reader tags or something else?

[nihilonemo]

The Eye of the Storm

JK-centric, OT7 | Ongoing | Mature | Modern w. magic (Jeongguk carries a curse within himself, the others are determined to not let it destroy him.)

Read here on AO3!

[nywxnn]

Last Minute #01

This year, you had the amazing opportunity to organize the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Lighting. As an event coordinator, this is something you had dreamed of doing since you got the job, as it would be a great opportunity to progress within the company. Making your way up to the top with nothing but your own hard work was motivation enough.

You thought back to the times when life was extremely hard. Living paycheck to paycheck, having to switch apartments regularly because the cost of living was beginning to be too much for you to handle. You remembered how your mother would always tell you, keep your head hung high, hard work pays off. You never wanted to admit it, but she was right. Hard work certainly was paying off.

You take a look at the picture frame on your cubicle desk where your mother was placing a soft kiss on your forehead, as you look embarrassingly at the camera. She would've been so proud of how far and hard you've worked to make it this far into your career.

Caller ID – Band

Your eyes fall down onto your phone, seeing the caller ID. The group must need help finding parking as, from your cubicle window, you can see how it's already starting to become crowded.

"Hello?" The caller on the other side questions, presumably the manager of the group.

"Hi, do you need help finding parking?" You continue looking out the window to see if you can spot any sort of parking that might be available for the group.

"I'm sorry, but the group will not be able to perform tonight. Jake, one of the members, is currently in the hospital after a fall accident." Hearing this, your heart is already dropping. You were so close to reaching a promotion, which would essentially make you the manager of your department. You know it was selfish of you to even think of your career when someone is currently in the hospital, seriously injured enough to not perform.

"Hello?" The caller from the other side questions after a long pause.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I hope Jake gets better. Please send my regards to them. As for the show, please do not worry. Thank you for your time." The manager and you exchange goodbyes over the phone. You hear the sound of the phone hanging up, slowly pulling it away from your ear, you know you're fucked.

You hear a tap on your cubicle walls, glancing over you see your boss with a small frown adoring his face. "I heard what happened."

You let out a much-needed sigh, "Yeah, one of the members had an accident and is currently in the hospital."

Your boss scans over your face for any signs of what he might presume as failure. He glances at the wall clock, before back at you, "You still have time to find a replacement before the event starts." Your boss walks away, leaving you even more anxious than before.

Disappointed with the amount of time and effort you placed into finding this band, you begin your search once again. You power up your desktop computer, typing in your password, you are met with your organized desktop home screen. You click on a folder listed as Singers for Events. You start your rampage of calling and messaging contacts to find anyone available this last minute. Contact after contact, everyone was either not answering or wasn't available this last minute.

After a whole twenty minutes of this process, you ended up on the last contact in the entire folder. Dialing in the number, you await anxiously for the caller to pick up.

Come on, Come on

"Hello?" The caller finally answers.

"Hello, this is Y/n speaking from the company NYE. There's an event for Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Lighting today in forty minutes. Our band was forced to pull out at the last minute... Could you please consider singing for us tonight?" Knowing this is quite a lot to take in considering it's around 8, you give the caller a second to take everything in.

"I'll do it, I can pull off an acapella." Eyes widening at the answer, you silently cheer to yourself.

"Thank goodness—"

"You just need to go on a date with me after." He interrupts you.

"I'm sorry, what?" You raise an eyebrow at the compromise.

"If I'm going to perform, I want you to go on a date with me afterward." Glancing at the clock, you wavered your options. This event would definitely help your career, but did you really want to degrade yourself like that? Going on a date with a complete stranger? Not to mention, you already had your eyes on someone already.

"Fine, I'll go on a date with you after the event." Cringing at the way you said that out loud, you just hoped none of your coworkers heard you, especially your boss.

"Great! I'll see you in 15 minutes, babe." Ending the call, you fight the urge to just roll your eyes at this annoying man that better pull off the best acapella of his life.

Now having the event all settled for, you rush to the bathroom to touch up your makeup. Stepping into the bathroom, you overhear your coworkers talking. "Why did the boss let Y/n do this event? I heard the band had to bail out last minute."

The familiar voice of your coworker, Cecilia's obnoxious laugh, echoed throughout the bathroom, "Right! I heard she's sleeping with the boss, have you seen how they interact?"

Hearing the annoying conversation between your coworkers about you, you decide it's best to leave. Confrontation really was not your thing. It'd be stupid to get into a cat fight the day of this big event.

You promised yourself that once you got home you'd give yourself a nice long bubble bath complimented with your favorite wine and bath bomb.

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　

With a small plate of a potato appetizer, you anxiously wait for the mysterious singer to show up. Taking the time to scroll through your socials, you stumble upon your best friends' posts.

'I love you more and more each day ♥'

Feeling a stinging pang in your heart as you continue to slide through the photos of your best friend and his girlfriend. As much as you didn't want to admit it, you felt hurt. Not by the fact that he's dating someone, but how he doesn't talk to you like he used to. The late night hangouts turned into ten minute calls if you were lucky enough.

You felt like you were slowly losing your best friend. The more you scrolled, you felt the tears slowly welling up in your eyes.

Fuck, why am I like this? You thought to yourself.

Glancing at the time, you realized that the event was set to start in exactly five minutes. Walking over to the center where all the skating equipment is kept, you dial up the number of the singer. Realizing you'd never gotten his name, you curse yourself for the minor mistake.

"Hey, babe. Miss me already?" Rolling your eyes at the pet name, you bark back,

"Stop calling me that. The event starts in five minutes, where are you?"

"Cool, ya tits, I'm at the front entrance."

"Okay, I'll meet you over there." Hanging up the phone, you rush over to the entrance of the center. Looking around, your eyes land upon a nicely dressed man. His hair tamed just enough to frame his gorgeous face, with silver jewelry adorning his body.

"Hey, are you the singer?" Getting up closer now, you could see how he easily towered over you. Gazing at your face for a few seconds, a smile formed on his face.

"Yes, I'm Jeon Jungkook." He held his hand out, offering his friendliness.

"I'm Y/n L/n. Pleasure meeting you, Jeon Jungkook." Accepting his handshake, complemented with a smile.

"What's with the formalities now, babe?"

"I'm professional, that's why. Now shall we?" He simply nods with a small grin on his face, following you as you lead the way.

⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　

Stepping onto the first stair leading up to the small stage, you started to feel the real pressure. You don't know whether it was because of your boss staring you down or the fact that there was a large crowd of people waiting.

Tightly gripping onto the dark metallic microphone, you take another step, reaching the top of the stage. Taking a deep breath; calming down your nerves, you began.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Lighting! I can't tell you how excited I am to be here with all of you tonight. This is such a special time of year, and I know we all have so much to be thankful for," Taking a pause, gazing over the crowd for a second, your eyes meet with your best friend standing wrapped up in the arms of his girlfriend.

Although you did briefly mention to him that you were organizing this event, you never expected him to show up considering how your relationship has been lately. His soft smile he gave you sent a warm feeling rushing down in your chest. "This year's tree is truly a sight to behold. It's a towering symbol of joy and hope, and it just radiates warmth and happiness. As we gather around it, I can't help but feel a sense of community and togetherness. On behalf of the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Lighting Committee, I want to thank all of you for joining us tonight. I wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy new year."

"Without further ado, I invite you to join me in welcoming Jeon Jungkook to the stage! Jungkook is an incredible performer, and I know he will bring so much joy to this evening with his beautiful voice and talented music. So let's give him a warm welcome and get ready to be charmed by their incredible performance."

Clapping as you stepped off-stage to give Jungkook his space. He took the microphone from your hand, letting his touch linger for far too long. The crowd seemed to be in awe of his beauty, as they swooned when he flashed a smile. Frankly you were too, he is a very attractive man aside from the pet names he seemed to give you on just the first conversation. Clearing his voice, he began.

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart

But the very next day you gave it away"

The memories from last Christmas came rushing back. You'd spent your past Christmas breaks with your best friend almost every Christmas, but this year wouldn't be the same. You felt like an idiot, you did want your best friend to be happy, but the thought of not being able to spend time with him like you used to made you realize how dependent you were on him.

"This year, to save me from tears

I'll give it to someone special"

Last Christmas, there was a blizzard, and you were both cooped up inside, with nothing but messily scattered candles on top of the coffee table. As you look to your left, you see a beautiful tree, surrounded by twinkling lights. The air is filled with the scent of cinnamon and vanilla, as well as the sounds of Christmas carols playing in the background. You can't help but smile as you took it all in.

You were both bundled up on the couch, watching the newest Christmas movie. And yet, despite the simplicity of your surroundings, it was one of the most memorable Christmases. You laughed, as you both discussed every detail of the movie, and you both just enjoyed each other's company.

Feeling a hand gently rub your face, you're snapped out of your thoughts. "Was my singing that great?" Jungkook lightly jokes, grinning as he does.

You didn't realize you were crying, thinking about all your memories you had with your best friend. "Oh, shut up." You swat his hand away, before rubbing the rest of your tears away.

"Ouch babe." Still grinning at you as he tended to his slightly red hand. "So, what did you think?"

"It was a beautiful performance. Seems like everyone really enjoyed it." You offer a smile, seeing as it looks like you hit him a little too hard.

"I'm glad you liked it." Taking a pause as he looked you over carefully, "You want a hug? You look like you need it." Simply nodding your head as the tears began to flow back into your eyes. Entering his embrace felt like never ending warmth.

Gently rubbing your back as he hummed a foreign song to you. You didn't understand why he was treating you this way, but it felt nice to just have a hug from someone.

Jungkook didn't ask why you were crying, even though he was screaming internally yearning for the reason. The light sobs emanating from you were muffled by his chest. The once perfectly ironed dress shirt was now damp with your wet tears. Funny how you're practically wrapped up in the arms of a stranger, crying your eyes out. He offered you nothing but his support in silence.

Standing in this same position for nearly five minutes, you had failed to realize that your best friend was walking towards you. "Y/n?" His voice pierced through your ears like thunder.

Slightly pulling apart from the embrace to wipe your tears, you look up at Jungkook before completely pulling apart. Facing your best friend, you offer the best smile you could. "Oh, hi Matthew." Matthew looked at you for a while, glancing between you and Jungkook.

"Hi, who's he?" A small frown adored the face of Matthew. For the past few days, Matthew hasn't really heard from you. Rather, it's quite rare to hear from you nowadays. You no longer talked to him about how things were at work, how your coworkers treated you, or the simple things like what you plan to do on the weekends. He felt like your friendship was slowly drifting away, and seeing you here standing with this man wasn't helping.

You look up at Jungkook, not sure how to respond to the question. It wasn't like you were already friends, but the situation was already awkward enough. Looking back at Matthew, his dark brown eyes pierced through you, sending shivers down your spine.

"Ah, this is Jungkook, my friend." You take the chance to glance at Matthew's girlfriend, Remy. Her arm was laced with Matthew's as she gave you a smile, a smile you knew was all too fake.

"Oh, I came to congratulate you. You did a very good job on your speech." Loosening up the tension he had in his shoulders when he first arrived, he smiled.

"Thank you, I tried my best." You smiled back, trying to ignore the burning glare Remy was giving you. "Do you want to get a drink?" Still trying to ease off the awkwardness.

"I don't mind, what about you babe?" Matthew gazed at his girlfriend, awaiting her answer.

"Sure, it would be nice to get to know Y/n and her friend more." Her all too cheerful voice gave anyway her true intentions that Matthew seemed to be oblivious to.

"Jungkook, do you want to get a drink?" Slouching his arm around you, slightly leaning against you, he grins mischievously.

"Anywhere you're going, I'm going, babe."

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Ordering your drinks before taking a seat at a table large enough for you all. With Matthew and Remy sitting across from you and Jungkook, the tension was suddenly back. You tried not to look up at Matthew looking intently at you, probably wondering why he's never heard of your friend.

"So, Y/n how have things been? I feel like I haven't heard from you in a while." Matthew lets out a small chuckle to cover up the bitter taste he was feeling.

"Oh, you know, it's been good. I've just been really busy these past days with the event." Taking a sip of your wine, you loathe the way it tingles your throat going down.

"How do you two know each other?" A question Matthew had been wondering since meeting this friend of yours, came out rather bluntly than intended.

"We met at a coffee shop." Jungkook slyly buds in, stealing a glance at you before smirking back at Matthew. Matthew's eyes shifted between you and Jungkook, the way he looked at you two made it seem like he knew something more was going on.

Matthew hums in response, taking another sip of his drink. Rather than daunting it in front of everyone, he made a note to himself to ask you in a more private space.

"You two got any plans for the weekend?" Remy decides to chip into the conversation. It was clear she didn't like you at all or cared about what you had planned for the weekend, regardless of how you responded.

"Not really." You think about it for a second, but there's nothing you really want to do at the moment except relax.

"Did you already forget about our date, baby?" Jungkook's voice was somehow lower than before. His head resting slightly in the palm of his propped up hand. His gaze never leaving your face, the same ridiculous smirk on his face.

"Date?" You give him a questioning look.

"Don't tell me you already forgot?"

"I thought you said you guys were just friends?" Matthew interrupts whilst glaring at Jungkook. All you could do was awkwardly glance between Matthew and Jungkook.

"Yes, he's just talking about hanging out to celebrate today." You nudge Jungkook under the table as a sign not to try something like that again. Matthew simply nods his head with no other words.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind me and Matthew tagging along with you, to celebrate." Remy suggested. You were taken aback by Remy's suggestion, as the girl doesn't like you or makes any attempts to get closer to you. All she sees you as is her boyfriends 'needy' best friend that needs to go soon.

"Sure, if you're not busy." No, you're not sure, but this is your best friend's girlfriend and the last thing you want to do is make him think you hate her...which isn't far from the truth.

"Cool, send us the details, we have to get going." Matthew and Remy bid their goodbyes, and it's just you and Jungkook left.

"So, you like him?" Jungkook asks once he's out of earshot.

"What?! No, of course not! What would make you think that?" You blabber out. Jungkook doesn't say anything, he just gazes over your features, taking in on the slight panic you have set on your face.

"Why are you so nervous then?" He grabs his drink, bringing it up to his lips.

"What do you mean? I'm not nervous."

"Y/n baby, I can see it written all over your face. It's pretty obvious you're jealous." Jungkook chuckles as he replays the previous events. "It's a natural thing, but over a guy like Matthew? You have to do better."

"I'm not jealous or nervous. Why am I even explaining this to you? Let's just go on our date and never speak again, okay?"

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As you reach your apartment, you kick off your shoes at the front entrance. You drop your things done onto the couch, walking over to the kitchen to give your puppy, Milo, food.

"Ah, Milo, it's been a long day today." You exclaim as you pour the fresh pebbles into Milo's dog bowl. Milo patiently waits for you to tell her to eat.

"You can eat now, Milo." You brush her fur over as she takes the first few bites of her food. You walk over to the bathroom to wash away the sorrows of today.

Standing underneath the shower, you finally let it all out, from the rumors about you and your boss to the situation with your best friend. Time and time again, you feel hopeless in every situation you're in. You have no idea how to handle any of it, it's not like there are guides or manuals to help through this.

As you step out of the shower, you feel slightly better, the hot water having washed away the physical and emotional tension. You look at yourself in the mirror, your wet skin glistening in the light. You know that you need to take care of yourself. You promise yourself that you will do better, that you will take control of your life, one step at a time. You take a deep breath and head to the bedroom, ready for a long and restful night of sleep.

You slip into your pajamas and walk into your bedroom, collapsing onto your bed with a heavy sigh. You look around the room, taking in the cozy atmosphere. Despite everything, you feel a sense of comfort knowing that you have a safe place to retreat to.

You feel much better after letting it all out. You're finally ready for bed, as you're about to close your eyes, you hear a ring coming from your bedside table. Looking at the phone, you see,

Caller ID – Partner in crime

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Word Count: 3.5k 

Authors Note: Heyyy y'all this is my first time actually posting any sort of writing online. I'm doing this just for fun. If anyone is reading this please leave comments to lemme know what you think good or bad! I want to improve on my writing skills. It definitely helps with feedback. Please vote so I know that there are people reading this to continue it. Thank you!

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NetflixGeeked We're BAAAAACK! All your worlds collide as Netflix's GEEKED WEEK returns, Nov. 6-12 for the ultimate virtual fan fest with exclusive news, sneak peeks, and first looks from our biggest films, series, and games.

The wait is over: On Nov. 6 to Nov.12, Geeked Week returns for the third year in a row. This year’s event will include exclusive news, sneak peeks, and surprises from some of Netflix’s most anticipated movies, shows, and games including 3 Body Problem, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Brothers Sun, Damsel, Devil May Cry, Leave the World Behind, Rebel Moon, and more. In three virtual showcases, fans can celebrate the worlds they love most — from sci-fi to fantasy, to anime and more! The festivities will kick off right here on tudum.com on Nov. 6 (aka Stranger Things Day). Geeks, rejoice!

Monday, Nov. 6

Stranger Things Day! Tune in on X, Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok throughout the day for updates from the Upside Down.

[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Here is part 6 of my Interview With a Writer series with the super talented @sapphire-writes ♥ Thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions and keep this going!

You can go to this post to review the other amazing authors I have spoken with ♥ Just some BTS of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3. 

Name: Sapphire-Writes

Story: Down in Flames

Paring: modern Aegon x Reader & Aemond x Reader  

Rating/Warning: Explicit, sexual themes, 18+. Pay heed to the warnings for each chapter, it gets messy. 

So, when did you start writing? I started writing probably when I was about 9 or 10 years old. I did creative writing throughout my teens but never delved into fanfiction until now!

What was your first fan fiction story? My first fanfiction was for HOTD. I started writing my Aemond x OC story A Song of Flames & Fury and that was the first writing I ever published on here!

Where did the plot for Down in Flames come from? I always loved the idea of a band story, and back in 2018 I was reading A LOT of fanfiction for Bohemian Rhapsody because Roger Tyler had me in a chokehold. So some of the inspiration definitely came from that, but mostly I was just curious exploring the Dance of Dragons in a modern setting.

I feel like bands are stuffed full of drama and just the perfect setting for this story. I definitely knew I wanted the Reader and Aemond together, and I knew the conflict would be around Jace and Luke leaving to support Rhaenyra's side. I knew there would be sneaking around and stuff but other than that I sort of went with the flow, figured out the characters. There were a couple things I had in mind originally that didn't end up working out/making it in.

Do you want to share any of the "cut scenes" or ideas that did not make it in DIF? So originally I planned that Jace would actually cheat on Baela, following the "Sara Snow" plotline. In part 1 that's who offers to buy him a drink at the bar. But I liked them too much together and wanted Jace to be a complete good guy to root for.

Explain your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in DIF? Aemond is a lot like our show canon Aemond in DIF. I see him a lot as a duty driven guy, trying to keep the band together, supporting Aegon even though he's this vain, self centered front man in the band. I think what drives DIF Aemond is this sense of responsibility, that he can't let his family down no matter what, even if it makes him unhappy.

You could sense she wanted the best for Aegon. ♥ She definitely did. And she realizes in the end that its not about her, that its about him, and we love that growth!

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal? I think I definitely was a little self indulgent, as I feel always happens as an author. I really wanted the Reader to be this person who wanted to save Aegon, she really wants to help him get better and that's just not how it works out. So definitely some savior complex stuff, but I also wanted to balance it with her being really human, if that makes sense? Like she wants to leave him, she knows she deserves better but she loves him at the same time!

Do you feel your Reader compliments Aemond well? I think in the beginning of their relationship her fire really matches his, and as they start their relationship, I think she really softens Aemond's edges. I think she really drives Aemond crazy because she does what she wants and it’s all the choices Aemond would never want her to make, like dating Aegon!

Do you think you'll return to this HotD AU? Maybe a sequel? I will definitely return! I have some drabbles/one-shots planned because I know people are curious about this group. I just really wanted to wrap the main story before burnout occurred and while it was so clear-cut.

What is next for our author? Right now I'm working on a couple things! I have a modern!Aegon story Thin Ice, I have to finish my Aemond x OC, I still have An Ego Thing ongoing and now a new Daemon x Rhaenyra x Reader The Au Pair!

Do you have a personal favorite story you'd like to share? (Yours or other?) My personal favorite story I've written I think is Dragon's Bane (it’s still unfinished). As for someone else’s, I'd have to say Burning Jasmine by @scalyfreaks​. It’s an Aegon x OC and its so incredible!

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Chapter 8: It Was All A Mess

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Rating: M

Chapter Word Count: 4012

Total Word Count: 33,909

Status: Ongoing

Jimin was often approached by alphas, but he had never been interested. That all changed when a mysterious tattooed alpha named Jungkook came strolling into his life and showed him the importance of letting someone else take care of you.

Jungkook knew he could come across as intimidating, but really, he was soft and sweet at heart. When he starts falling for a cute pink-haired omega, he can’t help but want to be the best alpha that Jimin has ever met.

When a threatening figure from Jimin's past forces their way back into his life, the omega is faced with a difficult decision. Spend his heat with them or jeopardize his best friend's future. It doesn't help that he's starting to have a different alpha in mind as his heat partner.

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This will eventually show all seven. Useful, but I hate it. 

That is all.

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

do you think that we are golden? by CrabWhisperer [16/?]

ot7, ot6 x jungkook, jungkook centric, olympics, sports, soulmates

jungkook gives up on the idea of finding his soulmate to focus on his olympic dream. then he meets fellow boxer min yoongi, part of a group of soulmates.