#it has been abused in the past of course. this is jjk. but because the bindings must all be “consensual” they're still used in modern times

[ikemenomegas]

Nightmare for Gojo? Because he's kind of a nightmare 😂

He is kind of a nightmare [affectionately] isn't he XD. Hmm how about in a nightmare?

i.

You wake with a quiet gasp, alone in a room that is familiar but not yours.

Throat feeling too thick, you sit up and fumble for the cup of water on the bedside table. It is stale, but it forces you to hold your hands steady and you grip it just a little tighter than normal while you slowly cycle cursed energy through your body.

It warms your limbs and wakes you up. You're unsure whether to be disappointed about that. It's still dark outside and the dull white numbers of the clock in the bookshelf read some time late after one in the morning. Too late to be wandering but you shrug a thick oversized shirt over the clothes you had put on - too wary of being woken by more than your own mind to change into pajamas - and pad out the door, into the chill November night.

You can't sit still while images, real and imagined, tear around your mind. The path before you goes up and around the mountain the school is built around, and you start to climb, lungs tingling with cold.

No one stops you.

You weren't there in the barrier on Halloween. You're not on trial. You're not under arrest or even truly censured. You're just... remanded to the school. Waiting. While they decide whether or not you're enough trouble to execute outright.

Satoru has made enough of a nuisance of himself that you're fairly confident they'll ignore you in comparison. Especially once they won't be able to prove any binding connection. It makes you wonder for a moment how intentional it is the way he pushes away everyone but the college's dozen wayward teenagers, and how much is just his bad personality.

Children he can protect. The world of sorcerer's is a harsh one, but it has still learned to excuse youth and its inexperience.

It makes you wonder again why he has you.

Your nose is cold by the time you run out of road and end up at your destination. Night washes out color and it hasn't helped the constant replay in your head, like the pages of a book flipping back and forth: bodies surrounding a bed, moving the bare figure on it, dead to the world.

When you enter the infirmary, the familiar scent of antiseptic and medicine just makes you shudder. The lights are low, half of them turned off given the late hour, tiled walls and floors gleaming dully. You move deeper into the building, listening, but the only footsteps are yours.

At every corner, you're apprehensive of what you might find.

The infirmary is dim and gray as the vision that woke you where pooling light doesn't touch. You hesitate once, just the tip of your finger on the door to a room you have been in before, and then steel your nerves and slide it open.

The fact Shoko can't describe how to create or use reverse-cursed energy used to frustrate Satoru. You'd thought she was enigmatic, since then you've come to understand.

Even when you can lay out the rules of a technique in perfectly comprehensible terms, the feeling is not so easy to describe.

How does Gojo Satoru make something that literally shouldn't exist? The answer lies in mathematics. The way Shoko repairs the human body is based in biology and physiology. Your own technique is only an answer to certain laws of physics.

Even Suguru, whose power was the closest to the kind of pure and terrible magic that you used to think existed only in storybooks, who didn't want to explain himself...

You'd guessed over a decade ago that his physical form was acting as some kind of barrier but the truth is you still don't understand it.

Even knowing what you know, maybe you don't understand any of the people around you.

Just like how Shoko can't quite explain herself, she can't explain why Nobara hasn't woken up yet. The curse called Mahito should have rent her to ribbons like it had done to Nanami but sorcerers are good at subverting what should happen.

Instead, she like so many other things, is simply a secret here, her injury frozen while Shoko carefully tries to augment whatever technique Nobara discovered at the edge of death.

She'll be fine, that's the verdict, but with nothing else to do, you come here to see her, to remind yourself of what it is you're protecting.

You sit on a hospital's version of a some kind of padded bench, and rest your elbows on your thighs and drift into an uneasy sort of vigil.

ii.

"Nightmare?"

Megumi's voice jolts you out of your doze. You can't have been here long because you don't yet feel the chill, but you hadn't heard him approach the door. He doesn't look convinced when you try and smile at him.

"You always did know. Even as a child."

"You shouldn't try to hide it."

You just give him another smile and Megumi sighs, settling down next to you on the bench. It's familiar the same way you sat down was familiar. The heaviness is a mirror to your own. You've seen him here and have left him alone while he works out whatever he has to at his healing teammate's side, silencing your steps to give him privacy.

"I'm proud of you, you know."

Megumi starts. He's been different, since Shibuya. You all have been, the world has changed, but there's a weight to his steps that's just... different.

Megumi rests his head against the wall, disordered hair even messier at the back than usual. He must have been here before you and stepped out. You must really look worn down if he broke the unspoken rule you'd both been abiding by. Or maybe he just wanted to be around a familiar face for a while.

The light in Nobara's room is turned down, and it's like the scratch of discordant strings, the screech of a train, the way the grey false memory of your dream cuts through your chest.

There's no such thing as prophetic sorcery. Nothing is set that far in stone.

And yet.

"I know what you're trying to do. The strategy is good, but if it's a choice between your lives and accomplishing your mission--"

You trail off while Megumi looks curiously down at where you're still hunched over your folded hands. You have just enough courage to let your hands shake a little in exchange for meeting his eyes and seeing the guard there, and the trust.

You turn away before you can see that most precious thing break.

"Take your lives."

You can feel the way Megumi stiffens beside you. He's been raised by the Strongest sorcerer in the world and told more than once that he has potential to be that equal. He can be forgiven the hope and arrogance that one can win it all.

Although... they'll be with Hakari, so maybe not.

There's always a price to be paid though. If the kids don't come back, if this kid you've known since he was six and far too serious--

"Gojo-sensei has done a lot for everyone," Megumi says, voice dark and low.

He tries to keep you out of it, is what you don't say. There's lines he won't cross. The spirit possessing our old classmate's body found one of them.

Even though the kid's taken up the mantle, clan head at his age, it's still worlds cleaner than it could have been.

"The world needs him," Megumi adds, and you say nothing to the slightly desperate edge. The world needs a lot of adults to do more than they are and some adults to do less than they've done.

"The world might be able to rise to the occasion," you reply, and you're trying for dry but even to your ears you just sound tired.

"Don't you want him back?" Megumi finally asks, quieter. He doesn't talk about the thing between you and Satoru. It's been what he knows most of his life even when he hated the "lanky layabout teenage delinquent" that showed up in front of him like some kind of criminal. He's old enough now to assume what is still, for the time being, true.

"I think that Gojo is a little safer in there than the rest of us out here." It's stupid to be this emotional about it, it was just a dream. "Don't you think?" you try and joke.

He gives you the kind of look he sometimes give Satoru when he does something to try and derail a conversation in the worst way possible.

"Well whatever Megumi-kun is going to do, is what Megumi-kun is going to do," you say, leaning back so your head touches the wall too, the chill seeping through your skin as you speak blithely into the air.

Megumi leans back and sags a little sideways, sighing. "You shouldn't worry so much," he finally says.

I wouldn't worry so much if you valued your own life a little more, but how can he? A sorcerer's life is lived in the service of a world which barely knows they exist, fighting the kind of battles that barely hold the line against curses. Protecting people from their own creeping self destruction.

You had normal friends, once upon a time. Sometimes you still see those people. You make excuses for your absences and fend off well meaning attempts to get you to try and date someone, to come out drinking and catch up, to see them more often than middle school reunions.

Satoru doesn't get it. He's never had any of that. A normal life? It's pointless to try and you don't miss it. Being a sorcerer is what you can do. It's just a hard truth that you have to do it alone.

Satoru wants the students strong enough to be an indispensable threat, to fill the ranks and tip the balance of power. You want them strong enough to stand together.

Sometimes you think that makes you the worse of the two of you.

"You don't have to take it all on your own. I know I'm not around a lot, so it's okay if my words don't carry as much weight. If it makes you feel better though, you all are the plan, so you can't go around dying. Satoru knows you're important to changing the world so--" don't let him ask you to die for him.

The mark between your shoulder blades burns.

"I'll be careful," Megumi says, but his voice is weird, too close, and you know why a second later as his head lands on your shoulder, curling up a little into himself like when he was younger. "I'll make sure Itadori is careful too."

He's hidden his face in the high collar of his jacket but your own embarrassment is harder to hide up close. "Well," you settle in, moving the bare minimum so Megumi can rest a little more comfortably without being embarrassed into leaving completely. "I'll be here. Probably."

His elbow digs into your side hard enough to knock your breath out.

"Ouch. I think Nobara is rubbing off on you. You know she's going to be insufferable about the reverse cursed technique once she wakes up."

Megumi hummed, amused, but went quiet after that. You felt as his breath deepened and more of his weight dropped against you and he eventually fell sleep.

iii.

"You smell like him," Shoko says, leaning against the wall. She doesn't have to say who. You are wearing a piece of clothing you'd left in his room for far too long and your old classmate has always had a sharp nose.

"Hmm," you distracted yourself by checking on Megumi again. You want to smooth the unruly hair from his forehead like you had done when he was a mistrustful boy, tug the wrinkles from his collar like you had when he was an angry middle schooler.

Now he's a sorcerer, somewhere between a man and a child, steady and kind and tired. You can see the dark circles under his eyes and the way he slouches when he walks has to do with that new weight he carries.

When you look up, Shoko is still looking at you. She hasn't given you a look like that since first year when none of you liked or trusted one another further than you had to.

You incline your head towards Nobara's bed anyways, giving her permission to enter the room. She doesn't need it. The infirmary sits squarely in your mind as part of Shoko's territory. When she's administering to her patients, she is the only one in charge.

Still, she gives you a wide berth on her way to check on Nobara and it gives you an odd sense of relief. You want to say it's because you came to talk to her as much as checking on the injured students, but begrudgingly you admit she's treating you like she would treat any Alpha guarding their pups. She comes close only to the one you've granted permission until you feel safe around her again.

They're not your kids, you remind yourself guiltily. You don't have that kind of right, no matter how protective you feel.

If I am ever incapacitated, look under the loose floorboard in his old room. You know the one where he kept Shoko's--

Cigarettes, yeah.

As if any of you could forget. It was so long ago, more years spent apart than together, but that year still haunts you like a ghost.

Earlier in the afternoon, you'd followed those instructions and found your own piece of Satoru's contingency plan. Then you'd watched it burn between your fingertips, turned to less than ash.

You wonder if Shoko is here for Nobara or for you.

She checks the girl's pulse and you watch her close her eyes in concentration, a golden glow filtering through Nobara's veins.

You're glad to see her chest rise and fall a little easier.

When Shoko finishes you use a tiny bit of your technique to draw her scent towards you on a breeze. She smells like smoke.

The scent flashes grey over those old memories of delinquent days.

What the hell are you two doing?

It's disconcerting to be left out of the loop, but as Satoru's letter proved, maybe it's the right thing to do. You do have your own part to play after all. It won't do to die yet.

You don't want to wake Megumi though. It's been a long time since the last time you've been able to take care of him. It's the only thing that's felt right since Satoru was sealed, since Nanami died.

It's not going to be yours much longer in any case. Maybe that's why Shoko quietly sits down at a desk in the corner and starts making notes in Nobara's chart.

He's not your kid. He's not even Satoru's kid, he was never adopted as a ward, the clans just didn't fight the sponsorship. And he's a few years too old to be able to pretend, which is probably a good thing. What kind of parent wants this kind of job for their child, for children to meet early deaths? Some of the students grew up being told there was honor in it, some that this was what they were born to do.

Megumi's smart, loyal. He could have found a way into the world of non-sorcerers and to a normal life. But he would never leave his sister behind or the promise he made. You don't think he's capable of leaving behind the people he's decided to care about. It would carve out his heart.

That more than anything reminds you you're not his Appa. He had a father and Satoru killed him.

"Megumi-kun" you say softly.

He stirs, but doesn't open his eyes. A muffled chuffing chirp is all you get as he turns his head into your arm.

Shoko's pen stills on the paper for a second before restarting. Still it's a second too long and it's probably the tension in your body that makes Megumi blink open his eyes before you call for him again.

"Sorry to wake you," you whisper.

Megumi sits up slowly, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You should go sleep in a bed. I'll come get you if anything changes."

He tips his head around your body to see Shoko, probably doodling nonsense right now to keep your instincts at bay.

Maybe he gets it because he nods sleepily and stretches when he stands.

You shrug off the oversized shirt, leaving you in your typical sorcerer blacks. The shirt is more like a jacket anyways, with a thick weave and heavy material, and it will help keep him warm on the walk back. "It'll be colder now, so don't linger, okay?"

He takes it with a little bit of red in his cheeks, but you already guessed he was leaning on you at least partly because it smelled like Satoru. Satoru who's always been there no matter how much Megumi didn't want to ask too much. He puts his nose in the collar as if he's cold.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

You hope your expression is a little more convincing this time. "I'll be fine. Get some rest."

When he leaves Shoko stays. She sits heavily beside you, her fingers tapping on her thighs like they want for something to do.

People don't look at Shoko. She is, like the school, a secret kept with silence. She keeps her own counsel the same way.

Once, you thought you would always know where to find her, but sitting here, in the pre-dawn dark, she is both familiar and a stranger.

The dream is fading, as dreams do. Already it has slowed so that it is no longer a familiar body, limp, spare, Hellenic muscle of his naked flank and thighs dimpling under some masked, gowned creature's handling. Turning your mate so that he lies lateral, faced away from you while horror yanks you back like a hook through your navel.

The scene turns to snapshots and the dull, ill feeling remaining to thrum through your body. It's a bitter match to your resolve.

"How's Toge?"

Shoko shrugs. "The wound is sealed but it's still resisting my technique. We have to wait for his blood supply to build back up before anyone tries again."

"I'll see him when he wakes up then."

"You're planning to stay the night?"

"You expect me to sleep after this?"

Shoko sighed, looking suddenly more tired. "You're really going through with it then? It's only been three days."

"They made the declaration this evening. Against any argument that this Getou isn't Suguru, the higher-ups have decided. Satoru's conditions have been met."

"Being his mate could still give you some pull," Shoko said, "even mated to the exiled clan head, you'll carry weight with some of the factions."

"They're already hunting Yaga. If I want to live long enough to make any difference at all, it has to be before they start sincerely going down the list and assigning bounties."

Her lips twist in distaste. She might be aware of sorcerer politics but you've always gotten the distinct impression she tries not to be.

"I didn't expect you to try talking me out of it." Aren't you in on whatever he's planning? Either way you're getting close to dangerous territory.

"It's not exactly a standard procedure but you should still know what your options are."

You carefully pressed the tips your fingers into into your left palm. You'd never thought of yourself as having pride exactly in the bond-mark. People in the non-sorcerer world could show theirs off but it meant something different in the sorcerer world.

Even though both of you typically had it covered, it's been there for almost four years, a constant reassurance of the promise you'd made to him. One hand comes up to grip your own shoulder.

Will he feel it?

"It's what has to be done," you say. You remember Satoru's wide hand coming to rest on your back, steering you clear of the Harajuku crowds. You remember brushing against the mark with the tip of your nose as you leaned over the back of the sofa, arms wrapped around his shoulders. You remember talking with him about it in the weeks before you'd bitten the mark bloody and deep at the very base of his neck. You remembered the way you own spine had bent when he placed his own mark on you.

"Ready?"

When could anybody who has made this choice be ready?

When you nod and Shoko's hand slips down the back of your neck and under the hem of your uniform to where your bond-mark hides.

The three steps of mating in the sorcery world are each a binding vow.

The bond vow is a less formal, more emotional tether, and the fear of loss makes one stronger. The emotional difficulty of leveraging that fear lending a sorcerer increased power. A marriage vow is a declaration, saying that this was someone important to you whom you would protect as family placed a target on each sorcerer in the bond and heightened the sense of risk. In the mating vow, the bond-mark that goes with it claims ownership and power, one over the other, sealing the other two bonds so that no one else could easily break them.

In return, its destruction destroys all physical evidence of the other two.

The bond-mark is a seal and can only be broken by the death contingency or by cursed and reverse-cursed energy being used on the seal at the same time. It's intentionally difficult, meant to protect the powers achieved by sorcerers entangled this way.

Shoko sets her fingers into the faint indented marking of the bond-mark bitten over where your heart chakra would be pierced through.

The mark resists her, but the crawling of your skin lets you know that the scar is already changing.

Better not to draw it out.

With your hand on the other side of your chest, you push cursed energy into the mark, swirling slowly around the elliptic shape. It feels hot and cold and like pins and needles as you break the muscle and collagen apart and Shoko knits it back together.

She presses her fingers into the smooth skin, checking on her work. But you can feel it. The bond-mark is gone.

As if it were never there at all.

It doesn't make any difference. You couldn't feel Satoru's presence before he was sealed or after.

It shouldn't make a difference, but you feel both lighter and heavier, like Gojo's gravity is still rooted somewhere in your body.

You drop your hand back to your knees.

Shoko doesn't leave.

You listen for Nobara, for her still-human breathing.

When you look over at her, Shoko is also looking down at the ground.

"I didn't think you'd do it."

You look back at the black and white pattern on the ground. You weren't sure you would either. It had felt too much like admitting defeat but then...

"I dreamt of him."

You shouldn't be saying anything. Shoko doesn't do this. But she's staying even though she should leave so you can make your confessions to a comatose fifteen year old who won't ever know you've been here.

"A bunch of scientists, rolling him on a table," you say, wry and feeling ridiculous. The dream doesn't sound terrible when you say it aloud. "Just... faceless people manipulating him while he just lies there." Unable to stop it. You, unable to stop it because you'd been as frozen as that day in the city, and then you'd woken up.

The dream might be fading but you feel like it's still happening.

Shoko straightens up and you know she's finally leaving. You know what she's thinking too because you made sure to say it that way, in the way that would make the dream a metaphor of what's happening right now. If you'd hinted at your simply literal horror, she'd be within her rights to laugh at you.

"So it's not like a vow will be useful anyways," you force your voice light and slightly self mocking. "He can't do anything from in there so why not pretend it never happened."

You raise your head only meet Shoko's apprehensive expression and falter. There aren't a lot of people who know for certain that Satoru is your mate. Now your place by his name in the family tree will be burnt away. The sealing ink on the marriage documents will fade to nothing. The bond itself might still exist, but any promises intentionally attached to it are blown away like so much sound in a gale.

There's a pinched edge to Shoko's usually cool expression. It's too bad that even with this, you can't promise not to leave her all alone. "Let me know if you need anything for it," she says before spinning on her heels and clicking away down the hall.

iv.

You bury your face into your folded hands, thinking of that body, his body, knuckles pressed hard to your forehead, while the vision shifts slowly to Shoko, to the dead-limp body of the students, to Nanami's hellbent flesh, and back.

You hadn't told Shoko everything.

The only part you can't shake was the way that grayscale atrocity began - with Gojo Satoru torn open and bloody like that day, something bundled and birthed dead being taken from him, and how you knew even while he was turned away from you that he was back to being as pristine as he was when this began.

Megumi leaves again in the morning and you don't say goodbye from the window where you're watching. You didn't go back to sleep, there's too much to do. Your power courses like a livewire inside of you.

You started cycling it to see if your typical energy was still there. You should feel weaker without the vows and restrictions weighing you down, but for now you don't. Anger pours molten through you, fear slinks under it like ice. Grief lays over it all like it lays over everyone and the black and white terror of truly losing what Megumi really means when he talks about the world needing Gojo Satoru is both more stark and more abstract in the morning.

You've never thought of yourself as living in Satoru's shadow. Suffering that particular misconception was thankfully prevented by having a good insight into the reality. You hated that there were so many things he took care of alone.

Megumi doesn't think you have it in you to burn the world. You'd seen the faint disbelief in his eyes when you'd told him to give up on Satoru if it meant surviving. And maybe he's right.

But what he doesn't see, behind the mask Satoru wears and Shoko's distance and Suguru's death and your silence is that you all became monsters. Maybe Gojo Satoru chose to keep you close because for a while you were the only one left.

If the kids don't come back, you think it might just be enough.

Gojo Satoru isn't the only nightmare in the world after all.

[bunnybubae]

(M)🚦Red Light: The Fear | Ch1 [JJK]

👉🏻[Series Masterpost]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)

Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst

Summary: Jeon Jungkook never lets any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past  you'll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It's a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile.  Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?

Chapter Warnings: This chapter describes an episode of harassment (it involves an unwanted kiss), please be aware of this if this theme makes you uncomfortable, description of past emotional abuse (manipulation, toxic jealousy), Angst, mention of alcohol consumption, Oc's ex is a stalker, cops are grossly negligent in this au, Tae and Hani to the rescue, Jk is hot af but this is nothing new.

Wc: 7.4k

A/N: Hello there! I've been planning this whole series for over a year and I'm finally able to make it come to life, slowly but surely! As always, I'm sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language and I don't have a beta, so pls bear with me! 🫶🏻

Let me know what you think about the series, my box is always open! - Joy 🐰

September 12th, Tuesday

The sun has already set, leaving the place to the colors of dusk.

You feel that your heart might explode in your chest at any moment. Is it the september evening breeze that's causing the chills covering your skin, or if it's all due to this visceral fear that's blocking your muscles right now? You can't quite tell.

After some extra hours at work, you thought you could finally close the tattoo shop in peace and go home to enjoy some leftover pizza in front of your laptop, but no- Ray evidently had other plans for you, deciding to unexpectedly visit you in the most unpleasant way possible. 

You wish Hani had stayed a little longer today to close the shop with you, because this sickening feeling it's becoming unbearable. You feel like a mouse in front of a ravenous cat and you want to scream, but you just don't find the courage to do it. 

He caught you off guard from behind, while you were looking for the keys in your bag, then he effortlessly spun you around on the spot and you found yourself blocked by your shoulders leaning against the entrance door of the shop. 

Your throat tightens as you struggle to breathe regularly. 

You're helpless and right now the only thing you can do is curse the day you replied to his message on Instagram, curse the invitation to participate at that damn workshop you and Hani organized for an exchange of advertising between tattoo artists. You can only curse that day and the following ones you spent with him. Of course you couldn't imagine that your perfect relationship would turn into such a nightmare, your ex used to be so kind and loving with you at the beginning, not even close to the obsessive, pleading mess that's keeping you trapped in utter fear right now. Jealousy can sometimes turn into such an obsession evidently, it can change people and you never expected something like this to happen in your life. Everything only got worse when after almost a year in your toxic relationship, you found the courage to finally break up with him. 

Weeks had passed since the last time Ray had disgusted you with his threatening messages and unexpected visits during work, you were almost convinced he had found another hobby but as a matter of fact, you were wrong. 

He understood that you can ignore his messages or even block his number for good, that you won't listen to him when Hani or your clients are around, but you certainly won't be able to ignore his forced presence, especially now that you're totally alone. He knows he has your undivided attention in this way.

He slurs something but you can't even pay attention. His inked arms are situated on each side of your head, while he looks down at you with desperate eyes. You don't even recognize him anymore. He used to take extra care of his appearance and health back when you two used to date, but now it seems like he is facing a grave problem with drinking. His body is close to yours, way too close for your liking and his warm breath mixed with whatever alcohol he drank, almost makes you gag. 

The smell of his cologne is the only thing that's still the same and that you recognize, it hits your nostrils and it brings back memories that now only hurt.

“Y/N, baby- why do you keep ignoring me like this?” his voice is strained and his face is contorted in anger- or nostalgia, you can't even tell. "You're killing me and I always treated you well" He is trying to stop the thoughts that are clouding his mind, slurring out the words breathlessly.

"I fucking miss you! I don't know what else to do to make you mine again!" 

These words are filled with desperation and you hate it, his need for possession is crystal clear in his statements. He threatened you multiple times saying that if you didn't get back together he would harm himself, claiming that the pain was too strong for him to bear, but he never said he wanted you back because he loved you, not even once. The only thing that he misses is controlling you, the only thing that he loves is taking away everything from you, putting himself at the center of your world.

He only wants to call you his, like a mere emotionless object. You hate it, you hate him.

He probably never wanted to take care of your heart as you believed and the realization that you were in love with him once, that his twisted feelings were strong for you but not in a healthy way, it makes you sick to your stomach. You should have known better, but you were blinded by your feelings.

There was a moment when you thought that you deserved this treatment, you told yourself that you allowed all of this because you were too naive to notice that those toxic feelings were poisoning your persona, till it was too late and they suffocated you, caging you. 

"G-get away from me" you manage to say in a small voice as your heart thunders in your ears. Your stomach twists in a knot when you sense his moving hands. The fear turns into pure horror when his hands find their way to rest on your cheeks a little too harshly and you instinctively hold your breath.

His drunken lips crash into yours with urgency, and you feel like you might throw up at all the disgusting sensations you are experiencing right now. Your body reacts of its own accord, rejecting this desperate, unwanted kiss before he could deepen it or do something worse. 

“I said get away from me!” you scream in a broken voice as you try to push him away with all the strength you possess. 

Ray is looking at you, almost surprised that you had the courage to reject him. Despite your effort he doesn't budge much, it's like his feet are planted to the ground. 

You're not able to meet his bloodshot eyes as you desperately try to free yourself. He's mumbling something that you can't quite comprehend and then his heavy hands are pushing your shoulders against the cold glass of the shop entrance, once again.

You didn't know you were crying until your vision started to blur with tears. This feeling of helplessness is the same one that kept you stuck in Ray's twisted love for months. 

Red flags were scattered all around, he started by making you doubt your abilities as an artist to then insistently ask you to pass all your male clients to Hani, co-owner of the shop as well as your best friend ever since you were children. She was the one who covered up your lies with Ray, as you tried to keep your clients aways from his madness.

He bulldozed everything around you, but Hani always stayed by your side, refusing to believe Ray's lies. She was your sturdy pillar when everything around you was falling apart. 

It was when Ray began to spread heavy lies about her, to lead you to break the agreements and contract with her, that you finally understood the gravity of the situation, that he was capable of totally ruining your life if you allowed him to manipulate you further. 

The threatening texts and stalking episodes that followed are nothing compared to what keeping a relationship with him could have entailed.

You're not sure when Ray started behaving in a toxic manner, cause you still remember the rosy beginning of your relationship and everything was just fine. Hani says she started noticing changes when he decided to surprise you one day at the shop and found the both of you engaged in a simple conversation with some male regulars. This evidently made him very jealous, because from that moment, the ordeal began. 

Your thoughts and sobbing are interrupted when Ray goes from mumbling pleas to insulting you with hatred, while his hands squeeze your shoulders as if to make sure to imprint on your skin all that he is feeling for you. 

You're not sure how you managed to free yourself from his grip, next thing you know you're running with all the strength you have left in your body, abandoning the alley of the shop to find a safer place. You hear him calling your name a couple of times as you put more and more distance between you. You fear that he might follow you and block you once again and the mere thought of finding yourself defenseless in the arms that once wrapped you with apparent affection, is enough to make new tears flow down your cheeks. 

The streets are almost empty and after reaching one that is well illuminated by shop signs, you look around to make sure he is not after you. When you make sure he is nowhere to be found, you grab your phone with shaky hands to call your best friend. You keep walking down the sidewalk as you try to calm your crying. 

“Y/N?” 

After a few rings, Hani answers the phone and hearing her voice ruins your desperate attempt to stay calm. You let out a liberating cry as you tell her that Ray really went too far this time. 

You knew that Hani had a date with her boyfriend, Taehyung, who she met several months ago at the shop. Tae got a tattoo from her and from that moment they became inseparable. You knew they were going out to dinner and you feel bad ruining their date like this, but they are the only people you can trust who know everything about your struggles with your ex.

Hani speaks quickly but gently on the phone, she clearly tries to keep calm while she tells you to go to the bar that you often visit after work, located just a few minutes away from the shop. She reassures you, telling you that they would be there as soon as possible. 

“Don't hang up until you get there, okay?” Hani adds, she can probably sense how shaken you are by what just happened and leaving you alone, even if it's over the phone, is out of question.

“I'm almost there,” you reply weakly through your sobs as you keep walking. You dry your face and try to normalize your breathing when you reach the small street where the bar is located. It's a quiet little place that holds countless memories for you and Hani, it was there that you and her celebrated the purchase of your tattoo shop a few years ago and it's where you return whenever you feel the need to unplug for a moment, while remaining in an familiar environment that makes you feel at ease. 

You walk through the entrance still holding your phone to your ear. The warmth hits your limbs pleasantly while lounge music and the smell of beer begin to envelop you like a blanket. 

On the other end of the phone you hear a loud windy noise and you deduce that Hani has already gotten on the motorcycle with Tae and that they are therefore about to arrive.

You feel a little calmer.

You end the call, knowing that Hani can't hear you and instead you opt for a text, informing her you'll wait for them at your usual spot. 

When you scan the place, you're glad it's only a tuesday as there are only a few people. You reach the slightly more secluded area of the place and you sit at your favorite table. The place is filled with fairy lights hanging above your head, their light hitting the brickstone of the walls and the wooden furniture just right, giving a cozy vibe that you always liked.

You then take off your jacket and your bag before sitting down, glad to have some dividers shielding you as you feel the aftermath of the adrenaline rush coming to you, all your strength drains away. Your shoulders ache from the tension and because of Ray's grip on them, your feet throb from the wild run and your heart continues to beat like a concert is taking place inside your ribs. You lean on the table with your elbows as you bring your hands to your head to massage your temples.

How could you ever imagine to find yourself in a similar situation?

You naively refused to believe that Ray was capable of hurting you in any way. He was too sweet and helpful with you at the beginning to think he was evil, your shared passion for arts was the core of your relationship and you also learned something new about the art of tattooing thanks to him. You were grateful for all the help he gave you in the shop. Ray is also objectively hot and the physical attraction and sexual chemistry were very strong between you.

Everything was pretty perfect.

Too much indeed, to the point that thinking about it now you wonder how you didn't notice how much the whole thing was stinking a mile away. You couldn't imagine that behind his perfect appearance and behavior, there was such an obsessed manipulator. You truly believed that he loved you like you loved him.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hands. Whatever he has done now, you're sick to ask help from the cops, they did nothing useful when you needed them in the past.

"We can't handcuff a guy without clear evidence that he's acting in bad faith, he's a heartbroken young man trying to win his girlfriend back!" 

These were the words they said only two months ago, when you tried to report his constant messages and stalking episodes. Nobody did anything. They dwelt mostly on the threats he sent, on the fact that he said he was going to hurt himself if you didn't answer or consider getting back together with him and they also didn't think his repeated visits were something to worry about, since he used to do that when you were still together, in their opinion.

They even had the courage to tell you that you guys are young, that people are made to make mistakes and learn from them and all that bullshit people say when they need  to give air to their mouths. 

They made him seem like the victim here and you are so sick to deal with this bullshit, you'd rather lock yourself home and never get out than asking their useless help once again. 

You don't feel safe anyway, neither without nor with them.

You've resigned to the idea that you can't count on them and that you must do something yourself, but what can you do against a much taller and stronger guy?

You shiver at the thought but then your attention is drawn by a soft voice.

“Hey,” when you lift your head, your gaze softens as it meets your best friend's face. She promptly sits next to you without even taking off her motorcycle jacket and gloves and she pulls you into her arms.

"I swear if I see him around I'll gouge out his eyes and make earrings out of them." 

Hani states as she continues to soothe you in her embrace. A little smile creeps on your face, mostly because you know that she would be perfectly capable of doing what she just said. 

She is scary sometimes, but you love her nonetheless. 

You feel an extra hand caressing your shoulder "That's a creepy way to do some recycling but I approve" Taehyung adds in a lighter tone, when you move to look at him you notice he is looking down at you with a sad smile on his face.

Since Tae started dating Hani, he has become a dear friend to you, you love the natural way he takes care of her, and you appreciate the several times he came to your rescue, having a fight with Ray to defend you. He is a good friend. You smile at him but the smile doesn't reach your puffy reddened eyes. 

It's nice to know that your friends are always there for you, you feel so helpless though, so fragile right now. 

Tae orders the usual for the three of you and some snacks from a passing waiter, and then he joins you and Hani at the table, both of them ready to listen to you.

“Thank you guys for coming- I'm sorry I ruined your date.” you feel guilty and your voice is still trembling a little bit. 

“Don't even joke about it, Y/N.” Tae's tone is almost scolding as he fixes their motorcycle jackets next to him. 

“You know that Tae and I see each other almost every day," Hani says "You don't have to worry about that.” 

“It's just that I- I never felt so weak before” you admit as your eyes begin to shine again, unshed tears gathering on the rim of your lower eyelid, threatening to fall at any moment. 

“I tried to push him away when he kissed me.” the memory of his lips on yours makes you shudder, so much so that you can't believe that there was a time instead when you craved those lips all over your body. 

"I was barely able to push him off of me." Hani and Tae keep listening, anger readable on their faces as you recount what happened. You manage to speak on the verge of crying, your eyes glimmer but this time you find the strength to keep your tears at bay. You feel anger taking over your fear right now, that's probably why you refuse to cry over your disgusting ex and his demeanor yet again.

Hani interjects, stating that she'll do all the closing at the shop with you from now on, adding that she's starting to consider buying you some pepper spray, so you can empty it on his face if he shows up again.

The waiter returns with your orders and some water, telling you to call him back if you need anything else. He seems to have noticed your mood and doesn't want to interfere too much while remaining at your service anyway. You thank him with a warm smile before he goes back to doing his job elsewhere.

“Pepper spray is a good idea and you should buy it if it makes you feel a little safer," Tae begins "but I have another idea.” he adds before sipping his drink.

“I have a friend who races with me who also owns a gym, he even teaches kids how to throw good punches and stuff.”

You had almost completely forgotten that Tae participates in a regional motorcycle racing championship every year, Hani did nothing but talk about it at the beginning of their relationship. 

Hani nods vigorously after taking a sip of her own drink, agreeing with her boyfriend. 

"It wouldn't be a bad idea actually!" she says “Punching the shit out of that dick head would be even more satisfying!”

Tae fishes his wallet out of his jacket pocket and then rummages through its folds. When he finds what he was looking for, he places a business card on the table and pushes it towards you. 

"Jungkook took care of the gym full time before also dedicating himself to racing" he explains "Now there is a guy who helps him with the management, but he prefers to take care of the main courses himself"

You collect the business card while pondering what to do. Taking some boxing lessons might help you boost your confidence, your strength and it might be a good distraction as well.

"It's not that far from the shop" you recognize the name of the gym having passed in front of it a few times while you wanted to buy breakfast in a nearby coffee shop before your shift at work. You could use the opportunity to learn something new that you could also use to your advantage if needed.

You listen while Tae tries to explain what he knows about the gym, telling you that his friend Jungkook mainly handles the children's class in the early afternoon and the adult's class that starts at 7pm. That wouldn't be bad for you, since your closing time is around 6 pm, cleaning up and preparing the shop for the next day won't take much time.

“If you decide to try, tell him I sent you,” Tae continues “I can already tell you tho- Jungkook loves to joke, sometimes a little too much, but he's a good guy and knows how to be serious when necessary” 

You slightly nod, looking back at the piece of paper in your hands. 

You can try, and if you don't like it you can always leave. 

You can grab an uber or whatever to reach the place and to go back home. It should be fine if you book it a little earlier, so you don't have to wait alone outside.

"Okay," you suddenly say "I think I'll give it a try." 

Hani and Tae both smile, visibly content with your choice.

"Do you want me to walk you there?" Hani asks "It'll be a 30ish minute walk" You accept Hani's proposal without thinking too much.

"How about thursday?" you add "We can go together and then I'll get organized with uber and stuff"

Hani agrees, then she drifts her attention to Tae, who starts to discuss with her the time and place he will be coming to pick her up after she drops you at the gym.

The evening continues normally, you regain your tranquility bit by bit, even tho there is always a pinch of sadness and anger bothering you in the back of your mind. Sharing some quiet moments with your friends managed to cheer you up enough to genuinely laugh at the silly bickering between the two lovebirds. 

You can't help but wonder if you'll be able to get over this mess anytime soon.

When it's time to go home, Hani decides that she will be spending the night with you at the apartment you once shared for more than a year, before she started to crash often at Tae's.

Ray could always decide to make the situation worse by showing up at your door, you think. If he decides to do so, Hani could create those famous eyeballs-earrings much sooner, she said. The joke makes you all chuckle, you are happy to have them by your side, gosh- you truly are grateful.

Spending time with them definitely improved your mood and you feel like you can overcome this bad period of your life, with time and patience. 

You thank Tae who waited for your uber to arrive before putting on his helmet and get on his motorcycle.

You feel incredibly tired but hopeful, this new experience could really help you on multiple fronts.

September 14th, Thursday

When you wake up, you feel like you've slept for barely 2 hours, but it's been like this since the whole stalking shit started, so. You lack your usual enthusiasm, that unbridled desire to create works of art on other people's skin, it's slowly vanishing away and that worries you. 

You do your best to react though. The day goes by better than yesterday, your appointments at the shop flow smoothly one after the other and some potential customers have come to ask for some info on the costs of piercings, something Hani mainly manages. 

You keep your mood up to meet your customers' requests, to smile and make them feel comfortable.

You are finishing the last touches on the skin of your last client of the day when, looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, you realize that soon it will be time to close, you shudder a little even if you know that Hani will close the shop with you this time, it's been only two days after all, the events are still too fresh. You let the buzzing sound of the pen distract you as you fill the last bit of skin with ink.

In no time, the shop is empty and silent again, except for Hani who has the pleasant habit of humming as she tidies up her side of the shop. You finish cleaning your station while your mind wanders. You think that it was so natural and easier to enjoy the peace of this place before. 

This has always been a safe place for you, your very home. Of course, the concept of home is usually a place where you don't do your job, where you sleep, eat and rest. You pay the rent for the apartment, but this is still where you spend most of your time, this is that place that you know you will never leave, that you feel it's yours, that when you walk through the door makes you feel in your element.

It shouldn't be that difficult now, it's still the same shop, but the need to hide your appointments to avoid arguments with your ex in the past and the fear you began to feel as time passed, have tarnished what this place means to you. Your face drops in sadness at the thought. You want to go back to loving this place like you've always done at all costs and find some serenity again. Tattooing has always been your passion, something that sadly distanced you from your parents, who always wished you would pursue a different career. You won't let Ray ruin what you accomplished with sacrifices.

The shop shines when you're done, you pick up the bag previously prepared for the gym and you and Hani close the shop together. 

You hope these lessons can help you release some stress.

Hani walks by your side, talking about everything and nothing, sharing a little laugh when you tell her that you can't wait to punch a sandbag imagining Ray's face. 

The evening is pleasantly chilly and you're almost at the gym when you ask Hani if she wants you to wait with her for Tae to arrive.

“Don't worry I'll meet him at the corner,” she reply "besides, the class has already started, you should head inside."

You look at your phone, realizing it's way past 7:30pm already and you begin to feel a little anxious. Hani then tells you to call her or Tae if you need anything, even if they're going to spend the evening at the movies, she makes sure that you know you can always rely on them.

You nod, smiling "Thanks for being there Hani, I don't know how I'd have reacted to all of this alone" You truly don't know. Hani waves her hand "Don't even joke abaut it" she replies, mirroring your smile. 

"You even talk like Tae now!"

She rolls her eyes but she knows you are just teasing her.

“I want to know everything about your first lesson tomorrow!” she emphatically throws a few empty and totally random punches. You giggle at the scene shaking your head “Sure sure- I’ll show you what I learn.” 

“As long as you don't punch me, I'm fine with it.” You push her playfully and then you say goodbye as she walks away and you enter the gym.

It seems like a recently renovated place. You expected the usual smell of sweat and plastic typical of the gyms, but you are actually surprised to catch a fresh hint of flowers in the air. You notice a small reception near the entrance door, a well decorated counter with all sorts of flyers on top and red and blue led lights that illuminate the gym logo in the front, but there is no one behind the counter to welcome you. 

You take a few steps through an arch that leads to what is apparently the main area of the gym. 

The floor is mostly covered with a rubber tatami and you see some hanging plants and flower pots by the walls, which explains the very subtle smell in the air. Different tools and dumbbells are scattered around while several people are engaged in exercises of various kinds in front of some floor to ceiling mirrors.

You scan the place, pleased by the vibe it radiates. It surely is strange to find so many flowers and plants in a place like this, but it gives an original touch to it. Your gaze lands on a bunch of guys wearing boxing gloves while observing the explanation of an exercise. The one that's explaining, according to Tae's description, should be his friend Jungkook, who is standing in front of them while performing the exercise in question as an example.

Wow. Those are some wide shoulders right there. 

You watch him intently as the dark haired guy moves. Something about his movements is attractive and you guess it's just him when he turns around and you notice the lip ring that Tae had told you about and the right arm completely full of colorful tattoos that you are already dying to curiously inspect. Yup, he's hot.

You watch him from the entrance as he performs the exercise with ease, his muscles flex and you can glimpse at them while his clothes deliciously wrap around his body. Tae could have warned you, it's gonna be hard to concentrate with this guy.

Jungkook almost seems to sense your gaze on him when, once his explanation is over, he turns towards the entrance you are standing at and your eyes meet for a moment. You tense up cursing at yourself, gawking at a complete stranger at the gym is creepy, But then you notice he's smiling while he approaches you and the group of guys he left is now performing the exercise.

"Can I help you?" 

Of course, even his voice had to be hot. Fuck. You shift on your spot, clutching the bag you're carrying on your shoulder as you hope the warmth you're feeling on your face doesn't color your cheeks.

"You must be Jungkook," you reply, feeling a little awkward. Why even the sound of your own voice sounds stupid to you right now, damn.

"In the flesh." he responds confidently, pushing his hair back with his fingers.

Ok, now it's fucking clear as day that this guy knows very well that he is good looking and that he has an effect, which makes you think that he must be used to the women eating him up with their eyes.

"And you are?" he asks with curiosity laced in his voice. 

"Uh sorry, I'm Y/N" you compose your thoughts trying to ignore the increasing awkwardness you feel explaining that "Taehyung told me about your class and I would like to give it a try." 

"Kim Taehyung? Are you two friends?" He seems surprised as his eyebrows raise.

“Yeah, his girlfriend is my best friend.” 

Jungkook chuckles by himself, amused by something you ignore. 

"You're the tattoo artist, aren't you?" he asks, smiling as if he figured a puzzle or something like that.

“Did he say I was coming?”

“Not exactly,” Jungkook replies “but I met your best friend at Tae's a few times and I heard her say your name while speaking to Tae.” He seems pleased by the coincidence. 

The fact that he remembers this small thing doesn't surprise you that much, but you start to feel anxious wondering if he happened to hear something related to your situation with Ray, you'd rather avoid talking about it. It's already difficult to deal with it with your friends, but most of all, you don't need compassion.

Jungkook observes you momentarily, and almost as if he sensed the drift of your thoughts, he beckons you to follow him towards a freer area of the gym. You follow him till you reach a set of gloves neatly arranged in one corner. 

“Can I see your hands?” he asks casually.

"Sure." You leave the bag you're carrying on your shoulder on the ground, moving it to the side so it's not in the way, then you bring your hands forward with your palms facing up to let him observe them. Jungkook gently gathers your hands, and his touch is so delicate you barely feel it. He observes carefully, humming while he tries to figure out which pair of boxing gloves would fit you well.

It's not even a proper touch, it almost feels like the slight tickle that a feather would give and it's... pleasant. You're not completely indifferent as his fingers continue to brush the back of your hands, the sensation making you feel a little shy even though he is just looking at your hands and nothing more.

"Try these" His fingers leave you to take and offer you a particular pair of boxing gloves that he thinks might fit you. You inspect them briefly, wincing a little at the sweaty feel that envelops your hands as you put them on. 

You feel your hands swimming inside, indicating that they are too big for you. You look at Jungkook asking “Do you have a slightly smaller pair?” Jungkook seems to have already considered the possibility that these were too big. He is giggling as he hands you another pair of seemingly smaller and more colorful boxing gloves and you see him try to bite back the smile that's on his pink lips. You can't help but think that the way he scrunches up his nose is actually cute.

You switch up the gloves with the colorful one, immediately understanding why he was chuckling like that. “I know, it's a big problem for me,” you admit, chuckling at your own hands, “I can't find latex gloves that fit perfectly 'cause of this” He laughs with you, amused by the smile that formed on your face when you noticed that the gloves he gave you are for children, specifically a blue and red spiderman themed pair. 

"Using the words 'big problem" just made the whole thing funnier!"

"Well, I'll throw spider punches today." you joke.

Jungkook let's out a small laugh as he is looking at you with something in his eyes, you're probably the first grown up who needs kid's gloves and you catch him subtly checking you out.

This sense of lightness, simple yet helpful for your tired mind, is doing some good to you, you can feel it as you notice that you're exchanging genuine smiles and gazes since you started talking.

You follow him, avoiding to step on the tatami with your shoes as you approach the corner with different punch bags. He stands next to you in front of one of the standing punch bags available.

“Alright- so, there's no need to throw hard punches, for now just show me how you throw them.”

"But I don't know how!" you admit.

"Exactly, I want to see your natural movements, to understand what we'll have to work on'' Jungkook replies as he crosses his arms on his chest. The motion captures your eyes for a moment too long. That sleeve tattoo looks perfectly done and you barely refrained to take a closer look, the delicious way his tatted muscles are popping out of his white t-shirt is too distracting.

"Now show me how those little hands would hit the bag" his tone has slightly changed and he is smirking at you. He's teasing purposely and you think you saw him winking at you, or maybe you just imagined it. You roll your eyes as an attempt to save yourself from the embarrassment of being caught gawking at him like that. 

You ignore the persistent warmth on your cheeks and try to remember the movements you saw earlier, as he explained to those guys. They seemed to get into position before they did anything else, so you try to imitate the movements you remember as best as you can.

You bring your left arm across your chest as your right arm punches the punch bag in front of you with ease. Jungkook's face is fully concentrated, he hums as he nods a couple of times, his gaze lost as he ponders on the movements he just saw. 

“Okay, first of all- your left arm.” Jungkook moves, putting himself between you and the punch bag. 

"Get back in position again, the one before you throw the punch" 

You promptly do what he asked, repeating the previous movements once again. You stop when your arms are folded like before and you're ready to throw the punch. Jungkook's hands move as he says "Relax your shoulders." and then they gently rest on you.

This time his touch is not a simple featherlike brush, you feel the weight of his hands resting delicately on your skin and you stiffen at the contact. He said you should relax, but his hands on you caused the opposite reaction.

Ray and his hands come to your mind, the feeling of him holding you against the glass door is fogging your thoughts again, even though Jungkook's touch is soft and gentle on you.

You wince a little, taking a step back instinctively. Jungkook immediately withdraws his hands, sensing your discomfort. 

"S-sorry, I was trying to correct your posture, I didn't mean to-"

“No- it's fine" you interrupt him, suppressing the negative emotions that started to poison your guts.

You really want to focus and learn and until now, you had no idea your ex's behavior has affected you up to this point. 

Jungkook watches you dubiously, you can't decipher the expression adorning his beautiful face right now, he seems worried, thoughtful, maybe he's wondering what kind of an idiot would want to learn how to throw punches and then reacts like this at the slightest physical contact. 

The idea of having to give up because of this sensation, pisses you off. You gulp the lump on your throat while you close your eyes briefly, then you resume the position, being careful to relax your shoulders this time.

"Better?" you ask in a calm voice. Jungkook nods with a faint smile on his face. Even if he probably noticed there's something wrong, you're glad he's not asking questions. 

"What else wasn't right?" 

Jungkook notices your determination to continue and returns to your side again, opting for a demonstrative explanation this time.

He moves his body naturally and you observe him carefully. His movements are so precise and satisfying to watch and the desire to learn, to achieve more or less this naturalness, gives you the right push to continue. Most of all, now that you know that Ray left this horrible sensation on your skin, you're determined to get rid of it. 

Jungkook explains the importance of taking a correct position, to be able to hurt and not get hurt. A faint smile returns to your face at his way of explaining this kind of thing with passion and care. 

You imitate his movements by moving your left foot forward, your left arm at your chest like before but slightly higher, until your glove touches the side of your chin. When you feel that you have planted your foot well on the ground, with a slight movement of your shoulders, you accompany your right fist towards the bag, also rotating your pelvis slightly.

And just like that, you land a perfect punch on the punch bag.

Jungkook cheers softly so as not to disturb the others but his satisfaction is evident. You smile to see him so taken for so little, but you have to admit that you feel pumped, and yes- it was only one perfectly landed punch.

“That's a great start!” he adds enthusiastically. 

"So even small hands can throw some good punches huh!" You laugh softly and Jungkook joins you, genuinely amused.

"I'm sure those little punches will be able to do a lot of harm soon!" he declares "If you wanna join the gym, of course." 

This is what you needed to hear, it gives you courage, you can't wait to feel totally comfortable with your abilities, you're ready to commit to this and Jungkook saw it, when you eagerly said "Of course I want!"

That -little episode- long forgotten when you two started to talk comfortably that evening. Jungkook took some time to explain how and when he gives his lessons and to show you around the gym as well as the female's locker room, making sure you knew you could use everything you wanted once you felt comfortable enough to train alone.

From that day, you started going to the gym almost regularly. To be honest, as time passed, you couldn't wait to get back on that tatami to train after work, it soon became a healthy habit.

And, on the other side, you could see Jungkook.

You like having him around, you and him started bantering all the time almost instantly. You got used to his presence and his ways of teasing pretty fast and he's been a breath of fresh air for you. You've been attracted to him since day one, you're not gonna lie, but he soon became some kind of a friend. 

Yeah, that kind of friend you'd gladly rip their clothes off, but whatever.

The lethal mix of wide shoulders, buff body, lip ring, tatted arm and that sweet face of his when he smiles and scrunch up his cute nose… 

Yup, you're kinda crushing on him and training with him almost everyday it's quite challenging.

You two share a nice friendship, but it's clear that something else is hidden underneath. The constant glances and flirty jokes at the gym are proof of that and from time to time you also catch him pretending not to be looking at your butt. 

You are more at ease now and that's also thanks to him and his lessons.

Everything seems to be falling back to place, if not an even better one. 

Ray has been silent since that night outside the shop. No messages, no calls, no unexpected visits, no nothing. The fear to meet him again is still persistent and sometimes the horrible things he did to you still haunt your mind, but you're now able to manage to get rid of it in no time. You're more confident, you sleep better and you're learning a bunch of new stuff that keeps your mind busy.

You feel like you're able to breathe again, like you got your life back in your hands. 

Hani walked with you to the gym a few more times after the first time, but you soon started to book an uber to go and get back. It wasn't difficult to get into a rhythm: you book it through your phone a little earlier, so you don't have to wait outside and that's it, like this you're able to close the shop and get into the car immediately and when you have to go back home, you take a shower at the gym, say your goodbyes and head outside, where your uber is already waiting for you. Simple and effective.

Just to be extra sure, you leave your lessons a little earlier, like at 9pm instead of 10pm. Better safe than sorry.

Jungkook never asked the reason why you always leave early, not explicitly at least. Sometimes he's teased you by asking if you quit training early to fight crime with your cute hands, a recurring joke you always involuntarily smile at. Tae had warned you after all, Jungkook jokes a lot and in all this time spent at the gym, training with him, you had the opportunity to see for yourself.

There's something though that seems to creep behind his eyes every now and then and you can't quite put your finger on what. Sometimes he seems extremely thoughtful or even sad, even a few moments after he just cracked a joke. 

You never had the courage to ask, just like he never asked why you reacted like that the first time he touched you. You don't want to ask him what's bothering him and apparently he doesn't want to ask you either. Jungkook began to invade your thoughts just like that, with ease, and this hidden mystery behind his beautiful brown eyes keeps drawing you to him more and more.

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ᴄʜᴘ. 03

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ʟɪɴᴋꜱ: ᴘʀᴇᴠ | ɴᴇxᴛ | ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.4ᴋ

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @pulchritxde @fayelvsu @that-one-wall @nanamis-wifey-reye @shaak-ti-s @lucyrocks86 @k-indie

ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ: @tokyometronetwork

The agency has been working overtime this past week. All hands are on deck as sightings of possible code reds and rogue code blues (more commonly referred to as code purples) in the streets are being reported. These sightings were often followed by cases of vandalized shops or destroyed public properties. 

Although there were no deaths, the cases that were reported were all kinds of gruesome. Men were beaten up, women raped, kids kidnapped and abused, all of that before being disposed off in random alleys of the slums where life was tough as it is.

Amidst all the chaos, it was the JJK Agency that the people looked up to for a solution. And the agency gracefully took helm of the mission that was to stop the ruffian code purples once and for all. The intel had already affirmed that these were all assaults orchestrated by The Crime Syndicate. So, the unknown head of the Agency had issued orders that you were to lead the mission, with all the resources of the Agency at your beck and call. 

You were running in overdrive. But so was everyone else. Agency troops patrolled almost 24/7 the major cities where attacks were most likely. Kaeya and Childe had contacted all their tech buddies to lend the Agency a hand during this busy period; in return for a handsome reward of course. Doctor Hirugami and Doctor Sugawara had their hands full at all times with the number of injured hybrids, good and bad, turning up at their doorstep daily. Nanami, Gojo, and Geto practically lived in the Agency, like most of the cop hybrids and tamers on duty. That was just how urgent the cases had become. The head of the Agency was pressurizing them to take action. And fast. Because if their suspicion was correct, the Crime Syndicate planned on using social unrest as a cover for their actual mission – world domination. 

It would sound like a child's dream. But with the amount of cases being reported, you had a feeling they were well on their way of world domination. All they needed was an invincible armor to help them face the tamers across the globe. And you knew they had found one. The only Code Black in existence – Ryomen Sukuna. 

That was why, regardless of the amount of places that called you for assists in hybrid taming, you would take time out to regularly go and check in on your Code Black, lest he broke the door and escaped, or worse, the Crime Syndicate picked on your door again to take him away. 

You shuddered at the thought of what would become of the world if the Code Black was set loose on it. 

Talking about the Code Black back in your home, Sukuna had turned from the ferocious hybrid king to a sulky little brat. He would laze around the house the whole day, maybe watch television (more like shade everything he saw on there), or follow you around the house taunting you and the entirety of the human race. 

If you weren’t sharp enough, you’d have thought Sukuna had already been tamed. But damn, you knew better. 

He thinks you don’t notice the malice overflowing from his eyes as he watches kids going to school every morning through the reinforced windows. He thinks you don’t feel his lecherous gaze on you every time you turn your back to him. He thinks you don’t hear his mumbled expletives towards the humans on the television, the malice in his words enough to bring tears to the eyes of the weak hearted. 

But Sukuna either didn’t know you noticed it all, or he just didn’t give a shit. And knowing the Code Black, you were inclined to believe the latter.

And hence, regardless of his relaxed demeanor around you, you never lowered your guards around him. With the toll of code purple attacks on a steady rise, you were justified to think Sukuna had some sort of card up his sleeve.

And boy were you right.

The day had been exhausting. You had helped subdue a total of 5 code reds today. But none cooperated during the interrogation. Torture techniques were of no use against code reds who had a high pain tolerance. And the agency discouraged extreme torture against hybrids, limiting you exponentially. “If they were the type to talk, they would have done so the moment we put them through our usual torture techniques. If they kept quiet through that, then they definitely won’t talk even if it cost them a limb.” Nanami had said.

Needless to say, you weren’t convinced. Moreover, the one code red who really got on your nerves was Mahito. He had laughed and mocked you through the entire interrogation, so much so that the interogation team requested you to leave him to them and step out.

That was a big dent to your ego.

“Welcome back home~” the familiar drawl greets you as you get rid of your shoes at the doorstep. A deep sigh leaves you as you take in the unharmed furniture in the hall and the sexy, topless, muscular pink-haired man spread over your couch. “I miss those days when you used to be passionate about killing me. You have mellowed out, hybrid king.” you spat the last part condescendingly, hoping to rile him up enough to get him talking. 

Sukuna chuckles, head falling back to look at you. Even with his head upside down, his eyes linger all over your body, pausing at certain areas. “Say the word if you are bored, puppy. I can show you my undying passion in a million other ways.”

You shiver, his voice is so low and magnetic that he might as well have said that right into your ear.

“Look at you,” he snorts. “And you say I am the one who has mellowed out?” 

You roll your eyes at him, ignoring his words because ouch– they were true. And combined with the memories of Mahito degrading you, your mood drops even lower. And in a move fuelled by the distress you have been feeling lately, you try to tackle Sukuna. 

But seconds after, as he reverse tackles you, your senses return and you regret it. But it’s too late. HE is too close. Sukuna laughs in your face, his hands pinning yours to the ground, and his legs keeping yours in check as he sits on your torso. 

“Mmmmm…” he groans, tracing the vein on your neck with the tip of his nose. “Like I said before, you smell addictive, cupcake.” 

You struggle half assedly, due to the exhaustion of the day setting in and because you know he won’t kill you. He needs you. That much you are sure of. He needs you alive for some twisted agenda of his. Otherwise, there’s no reason he’s left you alive and kicking. Yes, you never dropped your guard against him. 

But he had dropped his. 

Like he had given up on taking your life and was planning to relax until the right time comes. And it was troubling you more than you would like to admit.

Above you Sukuna suddenly jerks, his eyes snapping towards one of your wrists. His eyes squint at the bruise on your wrist, so tiny within his palm. Bringing the wrist to his nose, he sniffs. You raise your brow at him, all struggle forgotten as you stare hard at him, “What are you, a dog?”

Sukuna’s nostrils flare, eyes turning slightly bloodshot as he turns to look at you, “Who.”

“Huh?”

“Who did this?” he asks, shaking your hand in his. “Which mutt was it that dared lay a finger on my property?”

You scoff, “Whose property?” Untangling your legs from his, you easily tackle him again, quickly maneuvering yourself above him. You grab his throat, squeezing slightly. Sukuna chuckles as his palms come to your hips. “My property. And I can see this go one delicious way, cupcake.” You squirm when his thumb rubs circles into your waist. 

“I’m nobody’s property, you monster.” You lean in, ensuring to be confident and firm as you gaze into his eyes. “And the only way this goes is you going out like a bulb.” you punctuate. With another solid punch to his face. 

And as the Code Black hybrid blacks out yet again, you feel your ego restored. You don’t even feel the pain anymore, fist getting used to punching the daylights out of the hybrid. Your eyes go from your fist to your bruised wrist and you sigh, mumbling to yourself “Mahito did this when I was helping the tamers capture him. I'm surprised you didn't recognize his scent.”

“I knew it. I'm gonna kill him.” 

The whispered words startle you as you look down, meeting eyes with a smug Sukuna with a quickly bruising left eye. Instinctually you punch him again, this time knocking him out cold for real.

ᴀ/ɴ: ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀꜱᴋ! ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ/ᴀɢᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴅɴɪ!!! ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ @jotatetsuken <333

© ʀᴏᴍɪʏᴀʀᴏ 2022 - ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴍᴏᴅɪꜰʏ, ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ

[yeoreos]

hate sex || jjk (m)

pairing :: jungkook x reader

genre :: 18+, fwb!au, smut, basically pwp

summary :: jungkook decides to show you how much he loves hates you.

warnings :: jungkook is in love with you, smut (corruption kink, big dick!jk, size kink, pussy slapping if you squint, oral (f. and m.), overstimulation, unprotected sex [be safe], sex in front of a mirror, denied orgasm, overstimulation, dirty talk, hair pulling, crying but it’s because jungkook is not showing any mercy on oc, hard dom!jk, somewhat brat!reader, a pinch of soft dom!jk, tattooed!jk, i think that’s it?)

wc :: 3.6k (of pure smut)

note :: first imagine ever please be kind :(( lowercase intended !!! (unedited)

“strawberry funnel cake frappuccino for y/n?”

your ears perked up at your name being called by the barista, indicating that your order is ready. you pushed past people, shocked at how packed it was despite it being a wednesday morning.

as for your situation, however, you needed that coffee. last night, the night of your date with your tinder match, didn’t happen. you realized how much time and energy you wasted looking your best for someone that didn’t even appreciate it. the rest of the night, you spent crying; not for your date, but for the makeup look you worked so hard on not to even get a reaction from anybody. but you didn’t let that stop you.

you grabbed your phone from the beige purse you had in your hands and threw the purse on your bed. from the lockscreen, you swiped left to open the camera app. from the angle it was in, the camera captured your feet. 

a few small pictures to upload to instagram wouldn’t hurt, right? and so for the next hour or two you spent in the bathroom having a photoshoot, silently thanking yourself for not throwing away the tripod that sat in the corner of your room, serving no purpose until that moment.

you took a few snaps in the bathtub with the water reaching the brim and your favorite scent littered into the water, along with a few rose petals to decorate it. this is going to be amazing. 

you sat in the bathtub, naked, careful not to let the water touch your face. with one person’s face in mind, you took the pictures, added a filter on them, and posted them onto your instagram, without a caption, because you sucked at those.

locking your phone, you sat in bed and went back to sleep, approximately around the time when the sun started rising, so of course you needed that coffee.

your best friend, Jimin, had heard all about it and had even been the first one to like and comment on your post. he commented so many times about how good you looked and how it was your date’s loss that he stood you up. it got to the point where he almost got shadow banned.

that was until he flooded your private message with more comments.

there was a specific comment, however, which caught your eye.

jeonjk97: damn babygirl

of course jungkook would comment something like that. but it didn’t fail to make you feel like you were on top of the world. 

fuck him and fuck his stupid self.

and the situation you were in was exactly that.

jungkook always had a preference when it came to girls. although he wasn’t the playboy type, he was still a boy and needed his desires to be satisfied. he preferred the innocent ones; “they have the tightest cunts” he would say.

but it was more to it than that. he knew that the innocence was fun to break down, to stain it with his touch where he knew his one-night stand would come back for more and fall to his feet, practically kissing it. he wanted to watch the way they would turn from someone so pure to someone equivalent to him in bed.

he figured that you were a virgin by the way you almost always had your nose in a book. but the first time he asked you to come over, he was shocked to see that the person you showed to everyone was nothing but a mask to hide it all. 

this was the first time you had caught jungkook’s intriguing eyes.

jungkook always reminded himself that he was only there to take, not to give, but it was getting harder and harder to do that each time you gave yourself to him. for him to use but he couldn’t. not when saw you as something more than just a quick fuck.

to make matters worse, you hated him with all of your guts, yelling out words that shouldn’t be uttered to him when the two of you weren’t in the premises of your (and sometimes his) bedroom.

“you’re a small, pretty thing, aren’t you?” he murmured to himself, standing next to your bed. you were sitting up on it, looking at him with a fire behind your eyes and a small smirk playing on your red lips. at that moment, he didn’t care about the feelings he had as all he wanted to was to take his cock out of the confines of his boxers and fuck your throat until you were gagging and choking on it, digging your nails into his thighs for leverage and a request to let you catch your breath.

“yes.” with your chest heaving up and down, the wetness between your thighs became more, the ghost of your orgasm pulling at every nerve in your body. that tingling feeling in your veins has you in a haze, wanting nothing more than just him.

he smirked, his purple hair falling over his eyes, and from the light hitting his back, it casted a shadow over them, making everything more exciting. every feeling and craving of touch for him was heightened, and you were getting tired of waiting.

“hurry the fuck up, jeon!” 

bad mistake.

immediately, he went up to you and grabbed you by the neck, pulling you so you were propped on your knees and in front of him. jungkook looked down at your lips and bit his own, thinking about the pretty sounds that would be coming out of them in a few moments.

with his free hand, he trailed his fingers down, teasingly running them down your skin to your shorts. the ghost of his fingers has your breath caught in your throat and as soon as he reaches your clothed mound, he presses his fingers down. you let out a sound near a gasp and shut your eyes immediately. a harsh slap is delivered to your pussy and you mewl out in pleasure.

“don’t raise your voice at me, understand?” his fingers toying your clothed clit was making it hard for you to voice anything back, so you nod your head instead. “words, baby.” 

oh he was evil.

“y-yes.” he smirked, satisfied with your response. he had never seen you so desperate for him in all the times he had spent with you.

he was aware of the fact that your panties had been soaked with your arousal, wetting his fingers in the process. “tell me what you want, princess.”

you swallowed air, choking on your own words for a second. you couldn’t believe what you were about to ask for. “i want- want you to fuck me...” with the way you trailed off, jungkook was sure it was more than just that, so he quirked a brow, giving you permission to speak further, “want you to fuck me like you hate me.”

something in jungkook seemed to snap because his eyes went a shade darker and an animalistic growl rumbled from deep within his throat.

all of a sudden, you were thrown onto the bed as jungkook got on his knees and tore your panties open, a loud gasp echoed throughout the room.

at first, jungkook took all the time in the world, leisurely toying with your clit and licking your opening until you turned into a moaning mess underneath his tongue, tugging on his bright locks like the floor was lava or something like that. it was only until you begged him to go faster, that he sped up the process of his tongue, assaulting your pussy. his strong grip on your thigh blocked you from distancing yourself from him and whenever you would, he suck on your clit, pulling it into his mouth and using his tongue to abuse the little nub. you grinded your hips into him, embarrassed of how good you were feeling, despite your strong negative feelings towards him on a daily basis. 

“perfect little pussy,” he mumbled against your clit, “made for me to fuck.” that was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, legs shaking, sinful sounds escaping your lips.

but that wasn’t it, he wanted to fuck you like he hated you, so he showed no mercy again when he entered two fingers into you right after your orgasm, the burning stretch making teas accumulate in the corner of your eyes. his mouth was back on your clit, still sensitive mind you, before you could protest any further. his hooded eyes stared at you, wondering how someone could look so beautiful in this situation.

it was only until your back arched off your bed as your mouth was gaped with no sound coming out, fingers holding onto dear life in his hair and pressing his face further between your thighs, that you came for the second time just by his mouth.

it wasn’t like you were against the idea, because in all honesty, you did ask for him to use you, but oh god if you knew the dangerous territory you were stepping in, you would’ve backed away a long time ago.

after you had calmed down from your high, although heart still racing, you slid down to the floor and got on your knees. jungkook wasn’t expecting this, all he wanted to do now was to fuck you until he rearranged your guts, but who was he to back down from your request of sucking his dick.

jungkook was haste to unbuckle his belt, already envisioning how you would look sucking his cock. however, he didn’t have to envision that for too long, because without any restrictions, you licked the crown of his dick, sending a shiver to go down his spine.

as for you, however, you didn’t realize how much you missed his dick until it was right in front of you and you could finally touch it. the pre-cum shined on his tip and it was waiting (im)patiently for you to give it some sort of relief. he reaches down for your hand and brings it to his dick, indicating that you do the action here. you grab it’s base and glide his tip over your mouth, smearing his arousal on your lips.

you part your lips and he allows you to have control over how much you were going to take in. when your warm mouth closes around him, he breathes out loud. you swirl your tongue over the head and taste the salty pre-cum. the feeling of his veiny cock feels so good in your mouth and you couldn’t wait for it to be shoved in your pussy. you start bobbing your head, using your hands for the parts your mouth couldn’t cover.

“oh fuck,” jungkook curses and entangles his fingers in your hair, pushing it back and holding it into a makeshift ponytail. it wasn’t until he wasn’t satisfied with how much you were taking into your mouth, that he starts bucking his hips into your mouth, going slow at first, then deciding to stay at a ruthless pace.

you opened your mouth and slacked your jaw, allowing him to use you as he pleased. jungkook curses underneath his breath when your submissiveness turns him on even more, but he’s quick to guide his cock in and out of your mouth. and truth be told, he could probably do this in his sleep with the amount of times he’s fucked your mouth. you gag around him, eyes glistening with warm tears as he continues his pace. jungkook holds your head when the feeling is too much and he becomes vocal.

letting out loud moans and groans, jungkook goes insane, almost cumming then and there.

but he couldn’t. he wanted to cum inside of your pussy.

your scalp physically hurt when he let go of your hair and slipped his dick out of your mouth, permitting you to catch a breath which he stole.

he picked you up by your waist and threw you on the bed, your head into the soft covers of your bedsheet. jungkook held you by your hips, pulling them up, so your ass was in the air and your head was in the mattress. 

he took his sweet time teasing and making you push your ass back for more, but he wouldn’t give himself to you just yet. he wanted to teach you your lesson.

and once he bottomed out, you moaned into the sheets, aware that you were drooling on them. it just felt that good. you loved it all. loved the way he was balls deep into you, loved the way he gripped your hips that it was going to leave marks, loved the way he was chanting your name like a mantra when you clenched around him, loved the way that he was the one fucking you.

as much as you would hate to admit it, jungkook was an all-rounder; perfect at everything he did whether it be sports, gaming, cooking, fashion. you name it, he could do it. including fucking you and that was your favorite part about him. that no matter how much the two of you hated (and one even loved, but that’s a conversation for another day) each other, you would always go back to each other like two opposites on a magnet. 

this view was nice, but jungkook wanted more. he wanted to see your face contort in pleasure, but at the same time, he wanted to see the way your cunt would take his cock. so, from the corner of his eye, he peeks at the mirror and considers the idea for a bit before moving around on the bed so you guys were in front of the mirror.

“w-what are you doing- mph!” jungkook enters you without even giving you a chance to complete your sentence. he brutally snaps his hips so his dick dives into your pussy, your walls doing nothing but contracting against his shaft.

jungkook bends down and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it as your neck cranes over to see the two of you in the mirror. through your reflection, you could see the way jungkook looks back with the same hungry and lustful eyes. your eyes travelled to your position and the sight alone had you gushing for him, more wetness pooling. you look at the way your hair now looked like (and probably did) it had knots in them, your lipstick smeared across your lips and some parts of it getting on your cheek and chin, your mascara smudged over your eyes. you looked bad, but a good type of bad. it had jungkook ramming his hips into yours even more.

“look at you,” he says although that was what you were doing the whole time, “such a dirty slut. who’s making you feel this good, huh? who?!”

“y-you, oh fuck jungkook, please don’t stop, don’t stop please, i’m going to-”

“don’t you dare.” the way the words came out of jungkook’s chest has your heart rate speeding up and you could’ve sworn he got harder inside of you. 

in response, you mewl and shake beneath him, finding it hard to hold in your orgasm. with the way your vision blurred, you knew you were close, your release so close yet so far away. 

jungkook leaves open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, sucking into your skin, leaving a dark purple mouth he knew you were going to try to cover up the next day. for a little while, jungkook stills his hips, ravishing in the way your mouth is hung open and hands were shaking, trying their best to support the weight of your body. he holds that position, his lips pressing tender kisses on your neck. although you desperately want him to fuck you, another part of you wants to cherish this moment. 

so, you close your eyes in return and moan.

once he finished torturing the delicate skin of your neck, his eyes get drunk on your body, intoxicating him. at first, he watches through the mirror, watching the way your chest heaved for air. his eyes soon travelled to your back, to your ass, where he saw how deep he was buried into your cunt.

“your cunt is taking me so well, babe.”

once he sees that you were ready to take more, he pulls back and in one swift thrust, he pushed into you, a scream ripping through you. he does that again and again, causing the same reaction from you. jungkook once again stops when he’s fully inside of you, torturing you just to make you beg for him. you need him to fuck you relentlessly, so that’s exactly what you vocalize.

“please, jungkook,” your voice is nothing but a whisper, “please fuck me.”

“you should hear yourself, baby, the way you’re desperately begging for me. begging to be fucked,” he chuckles, “you already came once? or was it twice? how greedy can you be.”

“i’m you’re slut, jungkook. please fuck me.”

it was a light switch. something in him flicked and jungkook immediately started snapping his hips into you. “say that again, you little whore. who’s slut are you?”

“jungkook’s. only jungkook’s- fuck!”

he pushed his cock back before slamming into you with both of his hands on your hips. the lewd and slick sound of your pussy and your wetness leaving onto his cock echoes throughout the room and you could’ve sworn jungkook whimpered.

when that wasn’t enough, the sex god behind you takes both of your hands, pulling it behind you, setting yet another brutal pace. he can’t help but wrap his tattooed arms around your small, fragile ones. his eyes lock with yours, your throat protruding a gulp of air you had swallowed. 

“you look so pretty, your hands behind you as i’m fucking you, i wish you could see yourself. fuck,” he rumbles.

you moan at his words, because you couldn’t agree more. his hands were perfect; every inch of your body that he would touch, lick, kiss, all belonged to him. you belonged to him and jungkook was going to make sure you were aware of that by the end of the night tonight.

“moan louder,” he says while thrusting into you. “let everyone hear how much of a little slut you are for me.” he emphasizes the last word. his possessiveness was showing, but did either of you care? no.

as you give him exactly what he wants, he smiles while letting his cock fill you up, his hips hitting against yours with aggression. this all causes sparks of pleasure to coarse through your body, your veins felt like they were lit on fire, but not in the bad way. it was in a way only he could make you feel.

as you look at him through the mirror, you can’t help but find him extremely attractive. you watch the way he looks back at you with a cloudiness in his eyes and the way his pink tongue swipe across his bottom lips. jungkook keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with a different urgency every time

“please- jungkook please, i need to cum!” you were begging, not even caring how pathetic you looked and sounded.

“not until i tell you to,” the evil tone in his voice was evident and you didn’t know how longer you could hold in your release.

jungkook noticed the way tears freely fell from your eyes. something took over him, a sense of care. halting his hips, he leaned down and pressed gentle kisses to your neck. “just a little longer, yeah? you’re my good girl, and my good girl can do it. it’ll feel amazing, i promise.” you shuddered, a whole new feeling blossoming inside of you. a radiating warmth coursing throughout your body.

his hands could feel the way your body trembled and quivered underneath him with each thrust. the way he started his merciless pace had you losing yourself to the feeling of lust and desire. your face scrunches up, a feeling of your coil about to snap in your stomach.

jungkook quickly noticed and brings one of his hands which were previously wrapped around your wrists, made their way around your waist and to your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. it wasn’t long until you were coming undone, with jungkook whispering praises and sweet nothingness into your ear.

a few moments and pumps later, jungkook feels his dick twitch inside of you. pulling out, he cums on you: your ass, your back, and your cunt.

still feeling high from your euphoria, the two of you stay in that position.

completely mesmerized in your afterglow, jungkook looks at you, you doing the same. the eye contact is far more intimate than what the two of you did just now. he never found anyone more beautiful after sex, but you? it was like a whole new perspective.

jungkook pulls his dick out a grabs a tissue from the table near your bed in order to clean you up, followed by a small, tender kiss pressed onto your temple. “you did so well,” he whispers and you feel your knees become weak. it was either due to exhaustion or because of his words.

you hoped it was not the latter.

[bonny-kookoo]

Weak Spots | JJK x Reader | 🔞

  Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Wordcount: 3.8 k (Mid length)

Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, Psychological (mildly, dw this ain't Bunny Boy), Smut because haha its me

Tags/Warnings: Drama, like seriously why did I write this, car accident, injuries (but not that descriptive), mentions of blood, mentions of past child neglect/abuse, mentions of past toxic marriage, Jungkook being Jungkook, arguing, reader is a lil scared ngl, hospitals, therapy lessons yes, smut, because of course this is my blog, we stay filthy, anyways back to the point, oral (m rec.), multiple positions, is that a tag or a warning you tell me, they do be cute tho, okay yeah anything else is dead dove do not eat I warn you

Summary: Jungkook has never wanted to take you for granted. But even if he thinks he doesn't- maybe he really did.

This is part of the Bad Habits Universe!

  Jeon Jungkook is sick.

Even though these days he seems better than ever, there's still no denying that he's not entirely sane and healthy. He's sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone as he eats his breakfast. You're still asleep, as you should be; you've been a little under the weather again lately. Not entirely sick- but not really energetic either.

Jungkook knows he's not the right partner for you.

You worry a lot about him, always trying to lend him a hand to help in any way. You take weight off of his shoulders even if its just little things- and it frustrates him sometimes because its him who should be doing that for you, not the other way around. The package you carry is already large enough- loading up his shit as well could surely break your back one day.

He's on his way to his weekly session.

The Guy he constantly talks to is nice. He's not that stereotypical therapist; instead of letting them sit in a room, he often sits with him outside. He doesn't pry, doesn't force anything out of him. It's easy to talk to him, easy to explain what he's feeling. Because at the end of the day, he feels some things too much- and others not at all. He's simply out of balance, he had said, he was simply a little lost at the moment. He often asks about you, and comments on how his eyes start to sparkle, how his face brightens up, and his posture changes. You don't only light up his life- you're highly possibly the main reason he's still a free man.

He puts the bowl into the sink, already turning around to walk out the door as he always does- but he turns around instead, turning on the faucet.

When you wake up, you find the dishes neatly placed on the side, already dry by the time you've entered the kitchen.

Jungkook has never been a gentle lover.

Of course, he would never hurt you, and he tried going slow and steady numerous times- but you had reassured him that yu loved him just the way he was. You didn't mind him unwinding with you alongside- you enjoyed any form of love between the two of you.

And sometimes, you take care of him.

He's gasping and moaning openly as you lick and swallow around his length, his hand in your hair desperate not to pull. He doesn't want to, doesn't want to risk hurting you, so he eventually lets go entirely, hands gripping the bedsheets as he suddenly pushes you gently. "Not like this-" He tells you, breathless, as he switches positions, leads you to sit on his lap, guides his still sensitive length inside you.

He's as careful as can be, holding onto your smaller frame with desperation as he begins to help you move. "I love you." He chants, biting and kissing your neck, growling out as he feels your nails scratch the back of his shoulders slightly. He's more frantic not, moves more violently, as he nears his end with you.

Another switch in positions; your body now underneath his, his hands holding onto your hips as he thrusts into you, noises obscene and filling the room as it echoes back from the walls around you. You're mewling, breathing heavily, and he moves his hand in between you two to help you come undone with him as well.

At the end, you're both gasping for air, but at least sleep finds you quickly after.

"I don't care that he's a former whatever the fuck." Jungkook argues, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. "He was practically fucking you inside his head already- I could see it!" He grits out, hand hitting the steering wheel as he has absolute tunnel vision. He starts to exalarate, car exceeding the speed limit as you shrink in on yourself in the passenger side, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Jungkook, please stop the car." You say, voice meek and quiet as he laughs without any happiness in his action. "Jungkook I'm-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"Scared?" He asks, and you can see the way his entire mind becomes hazy, becomes scattered and frantic as he slowly slips out of your control. You want to tell him that you are scared, but not of him- you're scared of him possibly hurting you both. "As you should be. " He barks, and you shrink into your seat. You don't know what to do to bring him back down from the high he is on. "He's a looker, isn't he?" He rambles angrily. "Got the money too. What was his job again? Then again it doesn't fucking matter, does it- he's already lengths ahead of me in any way isn't he?!" He continues, and you can see the angry tears in the corner of his eyes, gathering as he lets go of his insecurities about the whole situation. You want him to let go like that- but not while driving. Not like this.

"Jungkook stop the car, Please!" You whine out as your own eyes start to sting, and he only looks for the fraction of a second, time standing still as he sees you, eyes watery, hand reaching out to him.

It's all gone in a flash.

There's a loud bang, bright lights ahead of him, before it hits the car, making it slide along the road until it hits a barrier at the sides, finally stopping the vehicle.

Quiet.

It's eerily quiet for a good amount of time as Jungkook wakes up again, his body feeling horrible as he adjusts to the darkness. He can hear the sound of his car alarming him that the door was open- which it wasn't, but the sensor was probably broken at this point. He can smell the woods, the crisp air, but also faint gasoline and burned rubber.

He's aware of what had happened, but panic sets in way later.

It’s when he looks over, and sees you there in the passenger seat; head to the side, eyes closed, and blood tricking down your forehead. He’s mildly out of it as well, but he can’t help but reach for you; fingers touching your shoulder, before he starts to shake it. “Baby.?” He rasps out, panic slowly rising up his throat when you don’t react. “Baby, Are.. you ok?” He asks, but you’re silent, you don’t reassure him like you usually would.

And it’s when he starts to cry, starts to try and unbuckle his seatbelt, but it’s stuck, and he rips on it in frustration. Why did he fight with you, why did he care so much about his pride, why didn’t he listen when you told him to stop driving- and he realizes it suddenly.

Whatever just happened, no matter how severe, not matter the outcome;

it’s his fault.

And it doesn’t help his aching heart as he calls your name, yells for help, while you sit there quiet and still- unmoving, while he’s still conscious and furious. It’s unfair to him, it doesn’t make sense, why is he almost completely fine while you’re there next to him, bleeding, and oh god your arm is already starting to bruise.

There’s headlights stopping in front of his cars’ remains, a person getting out and running towards him, but he doesn’t care about himself.

He only keeps repeating your name, begging for the stranger to help you. He can hear the guy calling an ambulance and the police, and he's suddenly realizing that the guy has torn jeans- and not the fashionable kind. Jungkook somehow manages to get himself out of his car, dropping to his knees painfully onto the road, before he gets up, standing, albeit a little dizzy. "I-fuck.. is-" He starts, but the guy seems okay with everything.

"I was driving on the wrong side of the road, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize." He explains, and Jungkook needs a few good seconds to process it.

He is, for a second, very close to completely loosing it- but then he remembers you, in the passenger seat. He stumbles, his leg feeling weird and out of control, but he doesn't see the deep gash in it as he makes his way around the car, trying not to think about the damage to the vehicle too much. The door to your side doesnt open very easily, but he manages, somehow. You almost fall out of the side, but your seatbelt is still buckled up, and his hands catch your limp form with quick reflexes. "Baby.." He mumbles, frantically trying to get through to your consciousness. Wasn't this the moment you should wake up? It always happened to the main characters in the sappy K-Dramas you always watched- why couldn't Jungkook get such a moment?

"Sir-" Someone starts, probably first aid, but Jungkook has absolute tunnel vision as he holds onto your hand. Has it been that cold? You're probably freezing, the AC in his car had always been crappy at best. Maybe he should get the blanket out of the trunk? "Sir please, we have to help your girlfriend-" The guy tries again, but Jungkook refuses to budge.

"No!" He starts, as the team of the ambulance tries to pull him away. "You're not taking her! You're not taking her away- I- I didn't mean to drive that fast-" He rambles, entire body finally crashing as the last bits of energy are now burned to ashes after his adrenaline had passed. "I didn't mean to, I- I really didn't mean to-" He continues, and suddenly, Jungkook falls to the ground.

Literally, and figuratively as well.

He breaks, violently so, as someone leads him to the back of another ambulance, while the rest of the team finally gets to you. And it doesn't matter what they do, even while loosing concsiousness in the back of the ambulance on its way to the closest hospital, he won't stop chanting those four words.

"I didn't mean to."

They had to force him into his room every night.

Jungkook refused to leave you even for a second, watching over your body like a hawk, never looking away as guilt ate away at him. The door opened; in stepped his therapist, and Jungkook wanted him gone. He just didn't have enough strength for anything other than holding your hand- his thumb running circles over the back of your hand, the warmth of it a silent reminder that you were still alive.

"I have been told you refuse to leave her alone." Seokjin's voice said, quietly, as to not disturb the silence. "She's going to be fine-" He started, but Jungkooks raspy and scratchy sounding voice cut him off- albeit less violent in tone and volume as usually. Probably not to disturb your sleeping form.

"Shut up."

But Seokjin sits down a little further away, crossing his legs as he leans against the plastic chair. "They say she's only sleeping so long because her body is fragile." He continues. "Jungkook, have you even noticed we're not even in the ICU anymore?" He asks, and Jungkook, for the first time in a long while, looks over at the guy instead of you, eyes tired but slightly hopeful at this. Jungkook really hadn't noticed.

"Oh." He said.

"The driver has been sued by the way." Seokjin said. "He had been driving on the wrong side; so all of this-" Seokjin said, leaning forward a little, before he continued. "-is not your fault." He said.

"But it is." Jungkook said, voice still dark, low, and painfully raspy from being unused for so long. "She told be several times to stop the car." He explained, closing his eyes as the memory burns behind his eyes, hurts inside his head. "I should've listened- but I was so angry.." He continued, body slowly loosing tension as his head tiredly rests on the bed near your shoulder, watching as his hand plays with yours, back of it pierced by the IV. "I was so angry.." He almost whispers, and Seokjin nods. Jungkook still has a long way to go- and it shows, right in that moment.

"Why were you so angry?" He asks, and Jungkook shrugs. He doesn't want to talk about it- but he knows there's no way out of it. There's no use in hiding it.

"She.. recently, some old classmates had contacted her again." He explains, not moving, head still resting on the bed. "I was.. jealous. One of them, Namjoon- I don't know. It made me realize that there's so many others out there who are a better fit for her." He says, and Seokjin listens, as always. "She should be with someone like him; he could provide for her, take care of her, love her.."

"But don't you think its a bit selfish of you?" The older man asks, and Jungkook shrugs- no power left inside of him to argue. "You described her as a delicate, but very strong minded spirit. Don't you think she can decide on her own who she wants to love?" He says, and Jungkooks eyes water.

He knows that. He's aware of it, yet every time someone brings up the topic of love, he feels pain. It's painful, it hurts, because he loves you back. Of course he does. He loves you so much it makes him cry, just like in that moment; its the kind of love you're scared off, because you know, you're nothing without that person. Jungkook loves you, yet hearing that you love him back makes everything real. Way too real.

He feels like a burden.

But all of this, all his tiredness, all of his exhaustion, is blown out the window when your hand squeezes his. He shoots up, head hurting from it, but he doesn't care.

Because when he looks at your face, there you are; eyes tired but open, a smile on your face.

And he feels horribly undeserving of it.

Jungkook wants to change.

He's determined- as if a switch had been flipped inside of him that day. As if his entire being had been reset, restarted, renewed.

Of course, it doesn't happen instantly, but Seokjin notices the way the young man opens up these days. Jungkook is sitting on the couch, listening to you humming the tune of the game's soundtrack along while his inked hands hold the brush carefully, running it through your hair before he fiddles around with the hairtie wrapped around his wrist. He begins braiding, gently so, never tugging to hard on it while he concentrates on his task.

"Do you think we should get a pet?" You randomly ask, and Jungkook has to smile. He's been thinking of it too- of maybe getting you some company for whenever he had to leave you at home alone.

"What did you have in mind baby?" He asks, and you shrug. "Maybe we should start small. Like a hamster or some shit. Go from there." He mumbles, and you reply almost instantly.

"That sounds mature." You say, and Jungkook smiles.

He likes being mature.

"What would you name it?" He continues on, finishing the braid by tying the end with the hairtie formerly situated around his wrist. "Any ideas yet?" He asks, and you settle after a moment, placing your handheld console away as you cuddled up to him on the couch, his own resting comfortably.

"Peanut." You say, and he snorts, kissing the top of your head. "What?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"Nothing." He explains. "That's a great name."

Turns out peanut wouldn't be a hamster- but a ferret, and he wouldn't be just one. Peanut, Hazel, and Coco were all sharing a very large cage Jungkook had build it from scratch, buying wood and other supplies from the local hardware store. He felt accomplished afterwards, felt nice seeing the small giddy animals so happy about what he'd build for them.

That was nice.

His dad had always said he wasn't that good at that.

"Aren't they so cute, Jungkookie?" You ask, as you squat down in front of the cafe, Jungkook close by as he watches the pets as well.

He's watching you, sitting criss-cross on the bed until you open the cage, the already very friendly pet eagerly climbs onto your awaiting hand. He's amused by it, watches, as you carefully walk towards him, sitting across on the mattress, before you look at him with expectation. "Ah- no no no, you hold him-" He panics, knowing just what you're trying to do.

And Jungkook is scared.

All his hands can really do is hurt. He doesn't want to be the reason this tiny life perishes, or gets hurt. He knows it would hurt you as well- and he is unsure if he could even so much as hold it without killing it. But you're determined, placing the pet into his lap, the white ferret instantly sniffing at his clothes. He sits straighter than ever, uncomfortable, because what if he moves and squishes the poor thing-

But you reach out, take his hand, and place it on the soft back of Coco. The pet looks at it, licks and nibbles, before it begins to jump out of excitement.

It takes a moment, but Jungkook eventually starts to play with her.

He's smiling, grinning from ear to ear as he chases the tiny cat-like-creature around the mattress with his hand. You're smiling too, happy that he's happy.

It's the beginning of something new.

There's a change in how Jungkook loves you these days.

No more does he rush, or apologize, or careful- he's confident, gentle, and he's relaxed. No longer does he fear hurting you; there's no hesitation anymore as his palms run over your skin. The black nail polish decorating his hands, delicately done by yours, is chipping a little, but his hands are still soft as ever as he holds you, cages you in, keeps you safely underneath his body as he moves inside of you. His face is relaxed, your sounds all he can hear. They fill his mind, his body, his soul, and they remind him that only he ever gets to have you like this.

You're his.

Jungkook has never had something that was truly his. Growing up, he always shared toys and clothes and even school supplies and food with his older brother. He was a second child- an accident, unwanted, yet still somewhat cherished enough to be allowed to exist.

He never understood why his mother gave him life, brought him into this world, while she knew what would happen.

Yet he never blamed her.

His father would always be his main influence. A man so driven by his emotions he often let them lead the way for him; broken glass and broken walls, remnants of his typical outbursts would turn into bruises colorful and ever-so-painful. Jungkook would never tell anyone what always went on at home, he would always just be that rowdy kid that always got into fights.

As a kid, Jungkook never fought much.

He was introverted, enjoyed playing with the girls more than with the boys. He was a crybaby, and a delicate soul- yet growing up, he became more and more like his father. He hated himself for letting that happen, and he had been despising himself for it for years, even after he had met you. But nowadays, he had accepted it as a part of his journey. It was something that made his past his own- and at the end, it mattered who he was now.

Jungkook is not his father.

It shows clearly, even in that moment together with you; while his mother always walked around after any night together, numb and lifeless, Jungkook was a man that cherished his partner as he should. You're comfortable, you're letting go- you trust him.

You trust him.

And he's smiling still, softly so, as he kisses your neck, feels the way your pulse beats underneath his lips, before he catches yours eagerly. He's moving faster now, noises obscene, but you both only laugh at it, carefree as you slowly come undone in each other's embraces.

Jungkook is not his father.

And he's not the Jungkook he had been before either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Don't repost or claim as yours. Lying is a sin.

[flowerwrites06]

break my mind’s eye special — jjk

Plot: Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.

Pairing(s): Druglord!Jungkook x Fashion Designer!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Parts: Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Special 

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: Mafia | Angst/Smut/Fluff

Tags & Warnings (for entire series): drug dealing, marriage through trickery, explicit smut, drug use, dubious consent, prostitution, miscarriage, lots of manipulation, impregnation through manipulation 

Walking through the dark halls of permanently stained apartment building, Jungkook finally stood in front of a familiar number written on the text. He rapped at the wooden door a few times hearing a couple of grunts and rummaging from the other side. He sighed. “It’s me, Hoseok, you don’t have to hide the weed.”

“ Oh! ”

A few locks clicked here and there before the door swung open to welcome a light air of smoke mixed with the stench alone that could make Jungkook high. Hoseok gave him a loose smile, holding onto his arm as a wide grin spread across his lips. “You finally made it!”

Jungkook hummed trying not to grimace too much at the smell as the older male closed the door behind them.

“Come on, tell me…” Hoseok patted his back, prancing towards the couch where the coffee table was exuding smoke.

The apartment was miniscule with one bedroom door open on the left and a tiny kitchen on the right with a window next to the fridge. Another one near the dining table. Walls were a gross green tint and the floors a dull brown with black velvet couches that were ripped a little at the edges. But Jungkook could not complain.

“Tell you what?” The younger male dropped his bag on the floor and sat on the couch next to him, burying his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

Hoseok picked his joint back up and hovered it near his lips. “What was prison like?” He sucked in his cheeks causing the ambers to light up at the end before he blew the thick smoke away from Jungkook.

“Like living with a bunch of criminals. What else?”

“So just like old times then.” Hoseok smirked.

Jungkook glanced at the male for a moment before scoffing out a chuckle. “Yeah…pretty much.” Except there was one difference. Every time he pranced with criminals like himself in the past, he was a leader. In prison, he was young, fresh meat. Before he would also come back home to a warm embrace in bed instead of a steel bed alone with a stinky roommate.

“Well it’s all over now.” He blew out another puff of smoke, shifting to rest his head back against the couch. “You can start doing something else with your life. Something different. Not a lot of people like us get that chance.”

For the first time, he noticed a slight sadness in Hoseok’s tone despite being pumped with artificial endorphins.

His eyes flickered down to the coffee table, noticing the burger wrappers and scattered newspapers. One of them immediately caught his eye. Jungkook sat up again, pulling one of them out of the pile, the right corner of his lips twitched seeing the familiar face.

‘ FAMED DESIGNER KIM BELLE RULES TOKYO FASHION WEEK ’

A side by side picture of a model wearing violet and gold ensemble which almost resembled the traditional kimono with a modern, royal twist. The picture on the right showed her. Belle wearing a simple black dress with her gorgeous waves out and a gracious smile spread across her lips.

‘ Twenty seven year old fashion designer Kim Belle takes all the popularity and buzz with her winter designs for Tokyo Fashion Week. Showing her long love for traditional Japanese fashion culture along with an inspiring movement for domestic violence and trafficking victims by showcasing broken chains and kimono style gowns. An elegant mix of grace and fight for personal freedom. Truly an impressive successor to the legend that was Madame Saito and we are definitely going to keep an eye out for more of her daring projects. ’

“She made a big damn name of herself.” Hoseok broke through the thick coat of silence Jungkook had around him.

“She deserves it.” More than I ever did.

The older male searched his expression for a moment, scoffing a little. “Dude, I have to ask.”

Jungkook met his gaze as he leaned back onto the couch again with the newspaper still in his hands. “What?”

“Why her?”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you—literally could’ve had anyone in the entire country to pose as your fake wife or whatever. But you chose a fashion designer who barely knew anything about you to begin with…” Hoseok shook his head with a light wince. “What was your angle?” Some part of him did not want to believe Jungkook simply blackmailed someone for his own amusement because he knew the man was better than that.

Jungkook wished he had a decent reason to blurt out to him. Maybe he was just inherently evil and wanted to hurt Belle for his own pleasure. Maybe he wanted to fuck her one time just for kicks before dragging her out a little further until it was too much. Maybe he was just sick in the head, wanting to claim a girl who could not say a word against him because her and her brother’s life were wrapped around his finger. Except none of them felt like the truth. “I honestly thought she’d say no.”

“Oh fuck off—”

“Seriously I…” He shrugged a little. “I really thought she was going to punch me and storm out of there with her brother.”

“But the guards wouldn’t let her. I mean—no offense, buddy but you would’ve probably killed her. Knowing you from back then.” Hoseok scrunched his nose lightly.

“She did something ten times more dangerous though.” Jungkook couldn’t resist the jolt of pride bursting in him. “I destroyed her—so she waited until she destroyed me.”

Hoseok chortled a little, voice incredibly raspy. “I wouldn’t call going to jail for your crimes destroying you but sure…”

Jungkook shared a small laugh, nodding as he looked at her picture again. He could almost still feel her soft skin underneath his palm. How her hair smelled when he would hug her from behind as they slept, the way it soothed him to a calmer sleep.

“It’s a thing of the past though…” He tilted his head as his expression turned a little more serious. “…right? No more pulling her into shit she doesn’t deserve?”

“Yeah—yeah, of course.”

“Good…cause Belle’s the star of the city now. One wrong move towards her, you’re back in jail or worse.” Hoseok raised his brow a little making sure there was not a hint of determination on that young face of doing anything stupid. “You don’t have guards or power by your side and Taehyung isn’t addicted anymore. Has a wife and kid…he’s got the dad anger. So he will beat the living shit out of you if you give him the motivation.”

“I know, Hobi.” Jungkook chuckled, patting his thigh gently. “I don’t want her to go through it again either.”

Hoseok hummed a little taking another waft from his joint as he looked out the window, the sky tinted purple. “Alright. I’m gonna go and eat my girlfriend out.” He patted his shoulder, walking up to his bedroom.

“You had to look at the time for that?” Jungkook winced despite the grin on his face.

“Brother, when you’re together for this long, things need schedules.” He walked out of the bedroom with a black duffel bag putting out the joint onto the ashtray. “Food’s in the fridge and there’s Netflix open on the laptop.”

Jungkook waved him off before the door clicked close leaving him in his thoughts. For some reason, all he could do was look back at the newspaper and try to salvage that warm feeling again. The feeling of a true home that could never be.

-

Purple faded into a deep blue across the skies as Jungkook paced around the apartment in his bare torso, scattered with more imperfect tattoos. One cellmate liked doing tattoos because it calmed him down so the younger male did not hesitate much to let him use his skin. He was a nice man who had been thrown in jail for being a drug mule all his life and Jungkook could not help but have a nauseating guilt in his stomach.

Drug mules were essentially trafficked human slaves from Jungkooks’ experience. Their owners use their lives and bodies to transport goods without being detected and usually they start off terrifyingly young or desperate or both. All this service was done for almost little to no money. They were more abused victims than criminals but the legal system were not good at telling the difference sometimes.

Jungkook allowed his body to be used as if giving himself some kind of cathartic relief allowing the broken soul to control something else for a while instead of being controlled. Thus his skin now littered with designs of devil horns, tiger flowers and his own personal request was a tiny print font ‘B’ on his collarbone. No one could truly see it up close but he wanted to feel it there.

Chugging a generous sip from his beer bottle, he quietly observed the night sky glimmering with stars while the city shone in neon. The one thing his mansion lacked was the clear view of how alive everything looked at night.

A knock sounded on the door causing his head to shoot to the side.

Hoseok should not have been home at this hour. Even if he was, the man would not knock in his own apartment.

Jungkook opened the kitchen drawer and brandished a knife before making his way over to the door. Another knock sounded again. It was a gentle knock. Almost shy. But he knew better than soften up so easily. Carefully, he peeked through the peephole trying not to make too much of a sound even though the wooden floors creaked far too much.

His heart jumped right up to his throat seeing the familiar face on the other side. Jungkook almost dropped the knife on the floor trying to focus as best as he could. Was he drunk already? Was he dreaming? Gulping down, he placed the knife on the side table along with the beer bottle and opened the door.

When the view became clear to him, Jungkook let out a sharp breath. “Belle.”

Her hair was shorter up to her shoulders compared to the length in the newspaper picture except she still always kept her natural waves. Eyes a little glazed while her flushed lips spread into a weak smile before pressing them together again. “I-I don’t–I don’t know why I’m here.” Belle’s furrowed her brows a little.

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “Come in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.” Jungkook smiled even though a small tinge of sadness shone in his eyes.

He opened the door further for her to enter before closing it behind him. Eyes flickered down to her grey sweatpants and frilly white socks paired with a thick sweater like she just woke up from a nap.

Belle kept her back to him for a few minutes, pretending to observe the apartment even though she was really just trying to figure out why she was here. Questions muddled her mind over and over again. Any valid or logical answer. There was nothing. No reason to be standing here when she tried so hard to walk away from him. She did everything to get away. Now she walked right back without any coercion.

Jungkook tilted his head attempting to meet her gaze but decided not to force it too much. “You cut your hair.” A smile twitched on his lips. “It looks nice.”

She absentmindedly touched her waves, breathing out a small chuckle. “Thank you.”

“Uh—how did you know I was here?”

“Namjoon helped me track you down.” Belle mumbled, guilt pooling in the pit of her belly going behind Yoongi’s back like this. She still remembered what Namjoon said when he gave her the address.

‘I’m only giving you this because I know you’re tough as nails…no matter what people say to you…but the second anything goes wrong, you call me.’ Namjoon had become a close friend in the last few years. He had been escorting her back and forth from home to work.

Yoongi had been disallowed to see her after being undercover so he could get a proper therapy before doing field work again. So Namjoon seemed the next obvious choice to take care of her.

Finally Belle turned around to face him, eyes raking down his torso and seeing new designs etched on his skin. Not as precise as the phoenix but still beautiful. “The tattoos look good.”

Jungkook glanced down at his torso with a soft grin. “A friend did them for me.” He met her gaze again even though she quickly averted it, plunging silence back into the room as they waited for it to be filled. “Belle…why are you here?”

Her body deflated as the question lingered in the air, lump growing in her throat while her knees kept trembling. “I—” Belle closed her eyes. “I mis—I missed you.” She smiled sadly before trailing her glossy gaze away again. “It sounds stupid when I say after so long.” Her voice kept getting constricted from the lump, tears filling at the brim of her eyes. “But I still think about you…I still kept that—stupid letter after all these years.”

A familiar warmth seeped through his veins knowing she missed him but it still mixed with dread and guilt. Jungkook scarred her memories forever with his presence and she was so confused on what it meant. He could see the way she shifted and looked away as if trying to push reality away but face it all the same. “I hurt you a lot. I’m so sorry—if I—if I could do it all over again, I’d do it better.”

“How could it have been better?” Belle shook her head. “We met when my brother owed you a debt.”

Jungkook raised his shoulders. “Maybe we’d have met at your boutique.” He attempted to smile a little at the thought of just walking into that boutique and falling in love the normal way. The happy way. “I’d have flirted with you a lot and you’d roll your eyes at me. We’d travel together to Paris or Tokyo, explore the things we love and eat ice-cream until our stomachs ached.” A tiny chuckle passed through his lips.

Belle had to suck in her trembling bottom lip as tears began escaping down her cheeks. “And?”

“We’d get married…properly. Away from my family, we’d relax somewhere at a beach.” The visions in his mind played without any effort causing his eyes to flood knowing it was all an impossible dream now. “We’d have children…we’d love them so much, Belle—”

She couldn’t hold in the sobs that shook through her body. At the very mention of children, Belle felt a tingle under the skin of her belly, memories of the aches still lingering. “Why didn’t you just take the money?”

“What?” He whispered.

“Why didn’t you just take the money? And don’t tell me it was because of business or keeping up appearances. Why? Why me?”

The ever burning question. Even the interrogators asked them the question. What was the motive to taking in Miss Kim? A lot of people owed you debts. Jungkook only answered with a vague, menial answer that had no real connection to his deeds as a boss.

“It was—it was just an impulse…”

Belle’s expression hardened even though her eyes still looked so vulnerable and broken. “An impulse?” Her voice was small and meek. “That’s it?”

“I didn’t think you’d—say yes.”

Saying it to Hoseok was easy. Saying it to Belle felt evil. Jungkook noticed the darkness clouding over her beautiful features, a mixture of heartbreak and pure rage.

“You put my brother’s life on the line and you thought I wasn’t going to say yes?” Belle winced, tone rising back to its original power. A harsh slap of reality learning that one of the most traumatizing experiences of her life happened because one man had an impulse decision to use his power over her.

“Belle, it was years ago—”

“So why am I still getting nightmares about it?!” She shrieked leaving a tense silence to plunge into the room while her voice still echoed through the walls a little. “W-why h-haven’t I stopped seeing t-that mansion every time I close my eyes? Wh-why do I wake u-up scared that I’m still in that room w-while they watch—” Belle let out a loud, trembling breath closing her eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping to her chest from her jawline as she hugged herself tightly.

Jungkook stammered, swallowing down the painful lump in his throat as he attempted to keep his composure. “You didn’t have to come and see me.” He whispered.

“I wanted you to see me.” Belle sniffled shakily. “Staying away from you doesn’t help because you could always push it out. I can’t—I can’t push it out because it’s inside me.”

“You think all this has been easy for me? That I just pushed it out?” Jungkook shook his head with a pained expression as their gazes met again. “Yeah our first meeting was an impulse but that didn’t mean it was always like that. I stopped a lot of contact with my family when you told me you were pregnant. That letter was meant to be the last thing I said to my parents before we left.”

Belle wanted to argue that he just started getting sympathetic after her pregnancy but she would be a hypocrite. Even she felt softened knowing a child was growing inside her. “You wanted to kill the mayor too, Jungkook, how long would that have taken?”

“Overnight if it meant I’d be escaping somewhere with you.” Jungkook spoke without hesitation, still remembering all the plans he had in place for their move.

“But I would’ve lost the baby anyway.” She smiled sadly. “It was natural causes.”

The male took a few careful steps forward, trying not to intimidate her but hopefully close a little more distance between them. “I didn’t just do it for the baby, Belle.” Jungkook sighed. “I did it cause I love you…but I knew we couldn’t be happy if we were at that mansion and I was still running the cartel.”

Belle sniffled. “I wish you didn’t love me.” Her chin trembled, her body tired of brewing more sobs as tears filled her eyes again. “I wish I didn’t love you. Maybe all this would be easier.”

“When has it ever been easy between us?”

“That’s the problem.” She pressed her lips together. “Love shouldn’t be this difficult. Maybe sometimes but—every single day wondering whether what you’re feeling is real…or worrying that something terrible is going to happen if I stay with you for too long.” Features contorted in pain as she stumbled on her feet a little.

Jungkook’s inhibitions banished immediately seeing her trip slightly, rushing to her side and gently holding onto her arm. Before he could say anything, he felt Belle rest her head on his chest. A burst of butterflies soared across his belly having that familiar smell touch his nostrils and the warmth of her body radiating onto his cold bare skin.

They didn’t say a single word as Jungkook properly wrapped his arms around her body, fingers brushing through her soft hair. Her sobs were quiet but her body still trembled and his embraced tightened a little. As if praying that all of her pain could be transferred to him so she did not have to suffer through it all.

Belle should have pulled away the moment he touched her but the warmth was too much. Her body felt heavy against his, melting onto his skin almost like they could join as one. Maybe that could repair some of the damage. Breathing became steady as she allowed herself to relax. A protective part of her still tried ensure she was not too vulnerable but another part said it was too late.

In this particular weakened moment, she was his and he was hers.

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15 unread messages.

Namjoon: How did it go? Are you good?

Namjoon: Taehyung said you didn’t come home last night.

Namjoon: Belle?

Namjoon: I don’t want to have to track you down.

Namjoon: Please tell me if you’re okay.

Namjoon: Yoongi and Taehyung found out, I’m sorry.

Belle: I’m okay.

Namjoon: Jesus, don’t scare me like that.

Namjoon: Where are you?

Belle: I’m still at Jungkooks’ place.

Namjoon: Okay. Is everything alright?

Belle: I don’t know.

Namjoon: What do you mean? Did he hurt you?

Belle: No.

Namjoon: Just tell me what happened.

Namjoon: Look I’m not Yoongi or Taehyung. I won’t get mad, alright? You can tell me.

Belle: I slept with him.

Namjoon: Okay that’s fine.

Belle: No it’s not.

Namjoon: Did he hurt you or force you or anything?

Belle: No, no it was consensual.

Namjoon: Then I don’t see an issue.

Belle: How?

Namjoon: Considering he’s a former drug lord, I expected far worse things done to you then you two just consensually having sex.

Belle: Are they really angry?

Namjoon: I’ll handle Yoongi and Angel’s handling Taehyung. They’re grown men, they’ll get over it.

Namjoon: Just come back up again.

Belle: Okay. Thank you, Joon.

Namjoon: Anytime.

Belle let out a sigh, chest falling a little as she hugged her phone for a moment before placing it on the nightstand. Eyes scanned the ceiling, a few brownish stains here and there but nothing far too putrid. Her old apartment usually had those stains after a storm. She felt Jungkook shift a little, his arm still resting over her body while his face buried into her neck. It was so easy allowing the warmth to coat their little bubble.

Except it was not a bubble of theatrics. She was not pretending to be Mrs. Jeon anymore. She was a fashion designer with her boutique and Jungkook was a regular man trying to get by in the city. They were two normal people with no real threat to be together but they were here.

The ache between her legs still pulsed a little when she remembered the night before.

The very minute she resorted to hugging him, Belle knew it was going to be difficult to turn back from it. Deep recesses of her mind surfacing up to whisper in her ear that it would be okay just this once.

To feel him again.

To have his head between her legs at this moment, kissing and nibbling on all her sensitive nub while his fingers pads dug into her thighs. Jungkook took his time. Licking a stripe tantalizingly slow, tasting her juices until it was the only remnant on his tongue. He let out a breath through his nose as his lips wrapped fully around her clit, suckling passionately until her thighs closed up around his head only making him moan.

Belle whined against the vibrations on her aching, sensitive skin as her fingers found themselves knotting in his hair. Chest rising and falling she faced the ceiling. Lower belly burned and tightened as Jungkooks’ movement did not falter, shaking his head a little to jolt more of that head-spinning heat.

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Bed creaked as Belle straddled him, bouncing at a steady pace while her hands rested on his torso. Moonlight painted her sweat glistening skin through the window. As if the whole city could see her relishing in her own guilty pleasure. Except the guilt was nowhere to be found.

His hand trailed up her abdomen to cup her breasts gently, digging a little into her tender skin to earn a small whimper from the woman. Then he moved up to her neck. Jungkook cupped the side, thumb tracing her bottom lip while the other hand gripped at her shaking hips.

Belle suckled on his digit muffling her moans all the while clenching tightly around his member until it sent shivering tingles up her spine. She hummed in satisfaction as Jungkook groaned at the pressure.

“You feel so good.” He pushed in his thumb a little further watching her slightly drenched curls fall over her face. A smile curled up at the corner of his lips hearing the sinfully loud squelch sounds their thrusts emitted. “So fucking beautiful.” Jungkook whispered. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, wanting to take every second of how she tried to suck on his skin harder every time she dropped down roughly.

“I’m close.” Belle’s words were a little muddled against his thumb. Her thrusts grew desperate and relentless, pussy squelching violently as their incessant moans swirled in the sex scented air.

Bursts of searing heat and unbridled pleasure shook through their limbs, pulsing through her veins as Belle’s movements became sloppy. Jungkook had his head pressed deep against the pillow as his muscles tensed feeling her walls clench around him before he pulled himself out, release spewing out onto his belly. Belle cheekily reached down to touch his reddened member, giggling lightly when he jerked against it.

Jungkook followed with a breathless chuckle of his own as she rested back on his chest, uncaring of how messy they were.

It was the first time they laughed after sex.

Granted it was not much but last night gave her a dreamless sleep. A welcomed type of sleep. They cried, hugged, moaned and laughed. So many sensations all at once was bound to make anyone have such a deep sleep that they do not want to wake up the next day. A wonderful feeling. It would be temporary before her other dreams settle in again but Belle was not going to let them get to her this morning. She wanted to relish in this new, momentary peace.

Jungkook began stirring more, light hum under his breath until he finally opened his eyes to a calming sight. Tired vision still a little blurred but he could always make out her face. “Sleep well?” His voice grumbled despite the smile creeping on his lips.

Belle turned to meet his gaze, mimicking his gentle smile. “Really well.” The curl slowly disappeared from her lips as reality seeped through their comfort. “We can’t see each other anymore. You know that, right?”

He nodded although solemnly. “I know.” Whatever red string they forced themselves to tie around their pinky finger had to separate one day. Even when reluctance settled in. “Like you said, love shouldn’t be as difficult as ours was.” Jungkook shifted so he lay down his back, one arm curled so he could rest his head on top of it.

“I don’t have to leave now though.”

“What, you want more?” Jungkook licked the inside of his cheek as a smirk formed, one of his hands reaching out to gently touch her lower belly.

Belle pushed his hand away with a chuckle. “No…I meant something else.” She pulled the sheets up to cover herself a little, goosebumps forming on her skin when the room brushed a little cold. “Ice-cream. We could get ice-cream.”

A jolt of nostalgia burst through him as he remembered the last time that request was passed between them. Despite expecting a child back then, Jungkook preferred this more knowing Belle was sitting here by her own volition. That was what mattered most. “Yeah…we can get ice-cream.”

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Tiny slab of pink and mint down the food line of the city. Belle somehow managed to make his black T-shirt and her sweatpants look strangely put together while he buried himself in his hoodie. They walked inside the cute parlor immediately greeted by a kind boy at the counter.

Making their orders, the couple took their ice-cream cups to a booth at the corner.

Thankfully the parlor was empty since no one bought ice-cream this early in the morning so it would be difficult for them to be spotted.

Journalists eventually grew bored of doing stories on Jungkook and Belle’s ‘tragic love story’ but she knew the moment, a single person saw them, it would be chaos.

“Did you have any trouble these few years?” Jungkook asked feeling a sense of joy in his mouth as the sweet taste touched his tongue.

Belle shrugged lightly. “Apparently there was a hired hitman for a while but he was quickly detained. Then a stalker which lasted for a few months.”

“What did he want?”

“Namjoon found out he was a spy for a gang called Pogpungu Pa.”

“Fucking tongue twister.” Jungkook scoffed. “They wanted a large percentage of my cocaine supplies in exchange for prostitutes.” He waved his spoon. “Told him I didn’t work in that line of business so the Don got pissed.”

“Well he’s also detained. Namjoon’s been very quick in dealing with them. Probably happy to be out on the field again with Yoongi still at his desk.” Belle suckled the remnants of brownie bits from her spoon.

“Why is he at his desk?” His brows furrowed.

“Standard procedure, I guess. Every detective is meant to have a few months of therapy and leave from field work. But I’m pretty sure it’s a new thing that the mayor advised.”

“They’ve been doing a lot of things.”

“A lot of good things.” Belle corrected, narrowing her gaze even though her expression was not completely serious.

Jungkook smiled lightly picking up another small scoop of his ice-cream. “You’ve been doing a lot of good things. The Tokyo fashion week.”

Her eyes almost immediately lit up when the topic was mentioned and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel accomplished that he initiated it. “You knew about that?”

“Saw it in the newspaper. It looked good.”

Belle grinned from ear to ear, eyes shining in the bright lights of the parlor. “Angel helped me with the movement. She wanted to create a shelter for domestic violence victims like her. So I offered to promote it in the fashion shows.”

“Oh yeah Hoseok told me…Taehyung and Angel, they have a kid, right?”

“Yeah…” She giggled lightly. “A little baby daughter.”

“That’s good.” Jungkook nodded with a wide smile. “He’s all okay now?”

“Clean and sober for four years. He—relapsed another time but when they got married and then started trying for children, he never went back again.” Belle murmured still remembering the happiest look on Taehyung’s teary eyed face when he first held his baby. That was all she ever wanted for her brother. True happiness. “I kind have you to thank for that.”

He hummed in disapproval. “Don’t, please—the way I did it was wrong.”

“Yes but everything happens for a reason. I think if that didn’t happen…he might not be here at all.” Belle shook his head. “He also did technically meet Angel in the Sangria House. The only reason we even had her booked was because I met Seokjin at the party with you.”

Strange how time fools you in that way. It makes you feel regretful of the bad things that happened in the past except you could not possibly take them back because it would mean diminishing the good things along with it. Delicate and strange thing time was.

“I would’ve never been free from that place if you didn’t go behind my back.” Jungkook smiled down at the cup. “I’ll always be grateful for that.”

“Speaking of which…how is it like being a normal joe in the city?” Belle asked with a cheeky glint in her eye as she tapped her fingers against the ice-cream cup.

“Apparently you have to pay for grocery bags now.” He waved his spoon around.

“Yes for recycling and it’s been happening for a very long time.” She smiled.

His bottom lip jutted out in a little pout. “Not from what I remember.”

“Since when have you ever shopped for groceries?”

Jungkook scrunched his nose a little poking into the mint chocolate ice cream to pick out the chips. “Since yesterday.” He mumbled. “But I’m happy…” He nodded letting his words linger in their comfortable silence. “Or at least now I can do things that make me happy.”

“You could travel to Tokyo and Paris, eat ice-cream until your stomach aches…” Belle grinned. “You can get married to someone you love dearly and have lots of children. No more deals though.” She raised her index fingers as a warning.

Jungkook laughed. “No more deals, I promise.” He mixed around his melting ice-cream for a bit enjoying the little swirl. “What about you? What’re you going to do?”

“My therapist said I should take some time off from the boutique when I get the chance.” Belle quoted her therapist mostly but she never really thought about the prospect on her own until she discussed it with Yoongi. “Yoongi suggested we could go to Norway to disconnect for a little while.”

“Yoongi…wait, are you two—”

“No, silly. As friends.”

“Ah.”

“You think if I had a boyfriend like Yoongi, I’d sleep with you again?” Belle scoffed even though a smile tugged at her lips.

“Hey I’m pretty tempting.”

“Not that tempting.”

Jungkook scrunched his nose at her before chuckling as he practically slurped on his ice-cream at this point.

The couple sat in silence for a few moments finishing their breakfast desserts, unable to keep smiles off their faces.

“We go our separate ways now, yeah?” He spoke the truth this time. The satisfaction in his belly along with the warmth in his heart softly stating to him that it was time.

Belle smiled, a slight twinge in her chest but nothing compared to the relief brewing inside. A whisper in her ear telling her it was okay. It was okay to move on. “Yeah. No more looking back.”

Throwing their empty ice-cream cups away, the pair walked out of the parlor towards Belle’s car. Jungkook’s apartment was a few minutes’ walk away. She wanted to drive because it made it that little bit easier to go back home immediately. At this point, they both deserved one thing to be easy.

Belle gave him one final smile before climbing into the car and driving away.

Jungkook didn’t wait a second as he turned on his heel and walked back to his apartment.

This was the true final time they saw each other. They would not turn back. There was no need to anymore.

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As soon as Jungkook walked into the room, it smelled a whole lot more different than it did the first time. The only smoke emitting was from the pan exuding a warm, delicious scent. Morning sun beaming through the windows making it look a tad bit brighter and the floors almost shone clean now.

“There you are!” Hoseok announced with a grin. “Did you go out for a jog?”

“Yeah…a little bit.” He answered absentmindedly.

A figure with short, black hair stood at the kitchen counter setting some bacon and eggs up on the plate. She looked up and immediately give him a similar bright smile as Hoseok.

“Ah—this is Rosyne.” Hoseok touched the womans’ shoulder. “Rosyne, Jungkook.” He gestured over to the younger male.

The two exchanged greetings before Hoseok invited him over to the kitchen counter to have breakfast. He wanted to tell them that his stomach was a little full from the ice-cream. But it felt so peaceful when he saw the giggles shared between them while eating, random conversations that no one really cared about but it made them smile.

Jungkook stayed still for a moment watching them so easily be vulnerable and happy around each other. “Hey, you guys want to go to Paris?” He sat down on one of the stools.

Rosyne’s eyes widened a little as the request lingered in the air while Hoseok looked amused but taken aback at the same time.

“Why the sudden interest?” Hoseok chuckled, sticking his fork into some scrambled eggs.

He shrugged. “Might be cool to disconnect for a little while.”

“Prison wasn’t disconnecting enough?”

Jungkook nudged his arm with a light scoff. “You know what I mean. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’ve—always wanted to see the Louvre in real life.” Rosyne raised her shoulders, giving Hoseok an adorable smile.

“Don’t spoil him, Ros.” Hoseok glanced at the both of them for a few moments before letting out a defeated sigh. “We’ll think about it.”

Jungkook did not argue any further after that and began taking careful bites of the breakfast even though it might give him a stomach ache later. The thought of something actually exciting happening this year or the next year made him happy enough to keep going on this new life.

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Carefully padding into the apartment, Belle’s footsteps were soft and barely echoed across the walls but there was no use in being discreet. Especially since Yoongi, Taehyung, Namjoon and Angel were all in the sitting room. Bloom sat on the floor completely focused on banging her little drums that Namjoon gifted her on her first birthday.

Once Angel looked her way, everyone else followed suit. Yoongi was the first one to shoot up to his feet and stomp towards the woman.

“What took you so long?” Yoongis’ words sounded more like pleading than anger. “Are you hurt?” Eyes frantically examined her body until his gaze darkened as he stopped at her neck.

Belle hovered her hand over the patch of skin that definitely had a few purpling marks scattered but she kept a calm expression. “Everything’s fine, okay? Nothing happened.”

“No something happened.”

“Yoongi, fuck off.” Namjoon grabbed his shoulder and led him to the side. “Good to have you back in one piece, B.”

As the two men sat near the paneled windows muttering a few things to each other, Belle caught another figure coming towards her from the corner of her eye. She took a deep breath keeping her gaze on her brother.

Taehyung looked so much taller now. Loose emerald shirt with golden vectors as opposed to the old black hoodies, his eyes were a little darkened from exhaustion but this time it was to take care of his baby rather than an accidental bender. The serious expression on his face added more to the fact that Belle had her older brother back. He was sturdy in his appearance and confident in his stance. The look of a man who had gone through a tunnel of hell and found happiness at the end of the trail.

“How’d it go?” He asked.

“Pretty civil…” Belle nodded, playing with her fingers a little. “…considering the circumstances.”

Taehyung hummed in approval. “That’s good. And that?” He waved his index finger across his own bare neck while looking at hers. “Good or bad?”

“Good.” She smiled faintly. “Really good.”

He grimaced a little. “Gross.”

“Shut up.”

Taehyung could not seem to keep his serious expression as a light chuckle broke out of him, shifting on his spot to loosen up. “But—no more, right? We’re gonna try to get back up again? Start over?” He would be the last person to ever judge Belle for her impulses. What he did know is that the impulses were not meant to be a constant.

Belle did not hesitate to nod. “I uh—I wanted to go to Norway. With Yoongi…” She glanced over to the side seeing Yoongi give her a more apologetic look which the woman smiled in response. “And maybe you guys too? Get away from the city for a while.” She shrugged. “Might even give me inspiration on the new line.”

He thought on the idea for a moment but quickly had a wide grin on his lips. “Angel’s been talking about going on a holiday. We could talk about it over breakfast.”

“Let me just go freshen up.” Belle patted him on the shoulder before making her up the top level of the apartment to her bedroom.

Being the owner of a prestigious boutique came with its perks when she managed to get a big enough apartment for three people including safety for children. It was in the highly populated areas of the city which is meant to be the best area for the position they were in. With Angel’s first husband and Belle’s connection to the Jeon Cartel, the more witnesses around them, the better.

Walking into her bedroom, Belle had one thing in mind before going to shower as she opened her walk-in closet. On the top shelves a box had been hidden under some folded sheets. She reached out and pulled it towards her feeling the light trickle of dust flow through the air making her sneeze.

Sniffling a little she brought the brown box and sat down on the bed with it. Belle paused for a moment, a very light tinge of dread brushing through her but there was a strength that seemed to power through it. Taking a deep breath she clicked open the box. Two tiny yellow shoes on the right hand side causing her to let out a shaky sigh, smiling a little as a few tears filled her eyes.

Belle held the shoes gently, hugging them to her chest before placing them on her lap. Then her eyes moved from the bracelet to the piece of folded paper. The warmth in her belly soared again taking the letter, unfolding to reveal the heavy promise scratched across the surface. The promise that kept her up at night for this many years. How much words could impact a mind was both fascinating and terrifying.

No more though. It was time. Something her therapist said to her in one session Belle would never forget.

It’s never about one solid destination of healing. You will never know exactly when you were healed. All you can know is when you decide to start or keep healing. That is what’s important. After that, everything will flow by you…in the future, it will all seem like a dream. But you’ll feel so proud of yourself when you look back, Belle. Even more proud than I am of you now. You’ve done so well and I hope you’ll keep healing.

Belle placed her fingers at the top of the letter and ripped it half, letting out a deep of relief as she put them together, ripping it again. Smaller and smaller the pieces became breaking off like petals from the already withering flowers in her heart. A smile widened on her lips as she let out something in the mixture of a chuckle and a sob, tears freely leaving her eyes. Teeny tiny pieces piled on the bed. Helping to remind her that they were just words after all.

With steady hands she gathered them together and threw it into the bin under her nightstand.

Then Belle took the yellow shoes and walked to the living room.

The group were already settling around the kitchen counter when she arrived. Angel had Bloom in a high chair feeding her some custard looking mush which she seemed to enjoy though slightly confused by the taste.

Belle walked over to where the child was and gently placed the yellow shoes on her socked feet. She could not help but grin seeing how it fit perfectly. Everything happens for a reason.

“Those are beautiful.” Angel gently touched the soft fabric. “Did you make them?”

“I got them from the market years ago.” She softly brushed through Blooms’ thin dark hair as the child tried to peek at what her aunt put on her feet.

“We were just talking about the trip to Norway.” Taehyung spoke up leaning against the counter next to Angel.

“Yeah, why was I not invited?” Namjoon pouted a little.

Belle stammered, chuckling lightly. “It was Yoongi’s suggestion…we can all go together. I thought you wanted to do field work for the rest of the year.”

“Still would’ve liked to be included.”

Bloom squeaked in response to Namjoon’s mumble, bouncing up and down her seat.

“Might need a babysitter if Taehyung wants to get laid.” Yoongi mused.

“Ah, language.” Angel covered Blooms’ ears but the baby only grinned wide looking at Yoongi.

“She’s not going to know what it means.”

“Listen, we’ll go together.” Belle silenced the group for a moment. “Namjoon forgets to take breaks from work anyway so it’d be a good way to force him out somewhere relaxing.”

“Norway does have a low crime rate.” Taehyung spoke.

“So it’s settled. We’re going to Norway and forget about our problems for a month.” Angel announced glancing at each one of them for a nod of approval.

Belle grinned seeing the group dive into their conversations about what to do in Norway and what hotels to book or the sights to see. No worries of any impending problem or event that could ruin everything. It was just peace in the loudest way possible. All you can know is when you decide to start or keep healing. That is what’s important.

She broke for her family once.

Now she was going to keep healing for it too.

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[yourdorkiness]

My Opinions On Jujutsu Kaisen That Literally Nobody Asked For

I finished binging the Jujutsu Kaisen manga in 48 hours. I am having some expresso, because I’m depresso.

Here’s a Sad Stitch to show you how I feel.

(And of course, warnings for discussion/ranting/kinda meta on the Jujutsu Kaisen manga below the cut, so please read at your own discretion!)

Sukuna is truly a Bastard™, along with Mahito. 

I just- *cries in Shibuya Arc aka PAIN*

*Pulls out megaphone* Nanamin. 

That’s all folks. Thanks for reading, have a nice day!

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(Just kidding!)

Ugh, NANAMIN 👏 WHAT 👏 A 👏 MAN 😭 😭 😭 😭 I became a certified Nanami stan once I saw the tired business man aesthetic (plus, his words about how work is shit? Truer words have never been spoken), and his little speech about adults and responsibility, how children no matter their circumstances are still children, and should be given the opportunity to act as such. Because, YES, FINALLY, A RESPONSIBLE ADULT WITH THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL aka the voice of Kenjiro Tsuda

Anyways, I love how the Jujutsu Kaisen manga shows that adults can handle things, and that is A-OKAY!!! If Jujutsu Tech follows the Japanese school system, Yuji is a first year in high school, so he’s probably 15 or 16 years old, way too early to go through Shibuya level of trauma (though, I think anybody is too young to have to go through what happened to Yuji in Shibuya). 

Children should have the privilege to be children. That doesn’t mean coddling, it means that children should have plenty of time to experience new things, enjoy being a child, and I’m so happy Nanami says this! 

In conclusion, Nanami deserves happiness and a vacation to Kuantan 🥺

YOSHINO JUNPEI!!! He and his mom deserve happiness, they’re both precious beans. I didn’t even realize Junpei was dead until 5+ chapters later. But it was too late, for I had already gotten attached!!! *cue curse worthy screeching* 

I was so excited for Junpei to join Jujutsu Tech, too! I had this whole headcanon of Junpei being HAPPY again, talking about movies with Yuji, interacting with the other first years, him seeing Panda for the first time!!! The thing was, back then, it wasn’t headcanon! I thought it was going to be facts, until Gege said ‘lol, you thought, peasant’, before spitting on any hope of mine for a happy Junpei.

(On a completely different tangent, I would be SO psyched if I got to meet a talking panda, we could act out all of “Kung Fu Panda” together, especially the chopstick scene, and maybe we could go to a zoo, just to mess with the zookeepers about a honest to god PANDA walking on its hind legs around the zoo)

‘If Junpei had lived’ is a phrase I think about a lot, and I think that is why the “Young Fish and Reverse Punishment” arc  was so crucial to the story and yet so tragic. 

Junpei has so much potential to be happy, and then he didn’t get the happiness he deserves. It really sets the tone, the high stakes to the whole manga, for we see the amount of damage a curse inflicts on somebody who could be in a situation like Junpei. 

As the readers, we understand the reasoning behind Junpei’s ideology, sympathizing with him as we see what horrible torment he has to go through. That very first scene of this arc, where the bullies made him eat the cockroach and BURNED HIM WITH A LIT CIGARETTE, and the teacher who saw all of this happening, JUST TURNS AWAY!!! It was haunting. But finally, finally, we get a light at the tunnel for Junpei in the form of our lord and saviour, the cinnamon roll of cinnamon rolls, Itadori Yuji. HERE is a person who is able to connect with Junpei, who wouldn’t dismiss how Junpei’s circumstances or feelings. and then Junpei dies.

(look at this cute face, how could you Mahito?!)

Also, the symbolism in the opening? The Junpei fish ENLARGING??? HNKDJSFLJDSF JUNPEI NOOO-

Also ALSO (sorry this is the last ‘also’), did we ever learn if Junpei was a sorcerer, or was he a window that possessed enough talent to summon a shikigami? I at first thought Junpei was a window, since he was able to see Mahito, and was hoping that we’d get a more detailed explanation of what windows actually do. (Do they just wander around Tokyo, or wherever they live, and act all ‘La Dee Da, just living my regular, normal life, oOOHHH is that a special grade? Tell that to the sorcerers, maybe I’ll get a bonus!’ Is their life basically a demented version of Pokemon Go? I have so many questions-)

All the villains were well written, and had super cool character designs. My top three villains other than Sukuna, my top three villains are Geto, and Mahito.

Geto’s backstory in the Hidden Inventory arc was so incredibly written, I especially liked the way Gege wrote how Getou’s righteous ideals gradually deteriorating throughout the Hidden Inventory arc as he realizes the depth of the curses of humanity, the dark hatred the “weak” hold towards things they have no understanding of. (i.e. Riko’s death by the Star Religious Group, Haibara’s death, and finally the villagers ignorant treatment and abuse towards Geto’s twins, Mimiko and Nanako, beating and imprisoning them for “causing” the deaths of the villagers) Geto’s chilling charisma and the reasoning behind his actions as a villain makes him a top tier villain in my eyes. 

As for Mahito, I love to hate him, and that why I think he is a great antagonist. I guess I’ve just been seeing a lot of villains that because of their tragic backstories, the readers or characters sympathize with them and rationalising their actions, turning the villain into a flaky antihero of lesser impact. It’s very refreshing to have a villain who is just pure evil. 

I think that Mahito fulfilled his purpose as an antagonist very well; his twisted ideals on the worth of human life foiling Itadori’s own ideals of giving others a “proper death”, the curse making Yuji continuously adapt both physically and mentally to defeat him. Physically, by learning new spells and techniques to defeat Mahito, such as the Black Flash (and possibly his own cursed technique! The weird “Past That Never Happened” in the fights with Choso and Todo), or mentally, by questioning his ideals, such as what exactly is a “proper death”, after Yuji had to kill the transfigured humans. 

(Ew look at this worm.)

Some Honorable Mentions of Good Villains IMO: Jogo, because I find his ideals of curses, who stem from the true emotions of hatred and fear, being superior yet suppressed by the emotionally faceted humans is definitely fascinating, and eerily reminds me of Geto’s hatred towards non sorcerers.  Dagon was pretty cute in his Cursed Womb stage, and I really liked Hanami because the eldritch environmentalist aesthetic is pretty coolio  👌 .

How do Inumaki children learn to speak if all the adults barely talk, only saying inane words like “salmon” and NOT ACTUALLY meaning “salmon, the fish” but an adult secret code for a definition that you might not even know?? Or do the adults just charmspeak the kids, like “SPEAK small child, and have full language comprehension, O tiny ball of pudge!” and boom! Babies talking in complete sentences, maybe understanding weird adult customs. Will the child know when then adult actually mean salmon, the fish, and not the code word salmon?

Let’s assume that Inumaki clan children from learning to speak to four or six years old will be able to speak normally until the clan technique sets in (because that’s when the jjk wiki says cursed techniques kick in). How do you explain to a toddler: “Hey sweetie, happy birthday, have a present! Oh, by the way, those cool tattoos of yours mean that you can’t talk normally to anybody anymore, EVER. Only using these specific words as code to mean these specific meanings, restricting any chance of normal interactions with non-sorcerers if by some inane chance you DON’T want to become a child soldier jujutsu sorcerer. Welp, guess you have to become a jujutsu sorcerer now! Make sure to restrict your choice of words, you could kill somebody! Have fun playing with your Legos honey, welcome to adult life.” Like, EXCUSE ME? 

You can’t tell mw a four year old is expected to understand that (or didn’t kill somebody by accident via cursed speech. That MUST have happened at least once). 

This is all an elaborate way of saying please give us Inumaki backstory, I’m very curious.

Anyways, thank you for reading my post, and I hope you have a nice day!

[babeejeon]

FIRST SNOW

-Jungkook Fluff-

Requested by @rosiegukk

‘Playing in the snow with gukkie?’

Author note:

Thank you so much for requesting!! I might write a little different than only playing in the snow, but i hope it is lovely enough to not to mind. Also, I am not sure where I read or learn about first snow thing, but I knew it is romanticised something. I searched a little and find out it is also related to Korean culture.

Anyways, I hope you will enjoy reading it~ Also need to mention that, reading ‘Symbols in the snow and kisses under the birch(jjk)’ from @alwayschoosechocolate gave me enough energy to finish writing this. I was actually waiting to finish my draft after my finals, but I am happy to finish.

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First snow in the year has always been something for you, it has always been more intensely important to you than other people. When you were six, you watched a movie about two lovers falling in love in the first snow and the idea mesmerised you. You decided that you should definitely fall in love in first snow.

Either because of this dream of yours or your dramatically romantic being, you never feel it coming. Or it might be just that it simply didn’t come. But all your friends blamed you for having unrealistic expectations. They said you are thinking too much, resisting and making it harder. But for you, you simply waited for some kind of a spark. You know that first snow in a year is only once, you know it is just a childish dream. But other than that, you just wanted someone sincere. You just wanted it all to happen naturally. That’s why your friends’ effort to send you blind dates or pushing you to double dates with their boyfriends’ best friends didn’t help. You didn’t want anyone to date, you wanted someone to fall head over heels. You want it to happen out of sudden, turn your life upside down.

But as every other people, life does not give people everything they want, especially what they really want.

So, 20 year later, now, as a 26-year-old adult, you start to lose your belief in finding the love of your life. Maybe he was one of the main characters of one of your favourite novels. Maybe he was so unreal that, he only appeared in your dreams. Maybe just like how you give up the idea of falling in love in the first snow, finding your significant other would be given up, too.

Actually, you were never a type of a girl who complains being alone. You have always been alone, so why would you bother? It is only your friends who are complaining and rubbing it to your face. And only that times you feel a little bad. Not for not having a boyfriend but for not being like them. Your friends dated several guys and broke up of course. They cried each time and healed after some time. It was very usual for them and for most of the people of your age. Tiny worry reaches your heart, like ‘am I weird? ‘ but it is long forgotten when you read romance novels all night. After all, all of the impossible loves become possible at the last chapters.

...

November 1st

You woke up to a freezing morning. You normally complain about the cold mornings, but today you got up from your bed eagerly. Grabbing your new red pen from your drawer, you ran to your calendar.

“It is finally November!” you told to yourself and giggled. You opened the page of November and drew a little heart next to November 1st.

The excitement you feel every November was back to you, so you ran to your closet to choose a lovely outfit for celebrating the arrival of November.

After choosing your outfit for the day, you took a hot shower. It took an hour of you getting ready. While making your make up and styling your hair, you dance and sing along the radio. It was a good start to November, so when you were leaving home for work you were positive that this November is going to be a good one.

On the way to work, you continued to sing along to the radio while driving. Even the annoying morning traffic didn’t annoy you, because you left home too early, due to waking up early.

When you parked your car to the parking lot of your workplace, you checked your watch to see if you have a time for a quick trip to the coffee shop. When you see that there is still one hour, you quickly took your belongings and walked towards the coffee shop. It was only 5 minutes away from your office, so it became your superhero on the six months you have been working here. Their coffee taste amazing and their desserts are super tasty. Also, their playlist are a bop and they have super kind baristas, who puts extra cream to your frappes.

But your usual is cappuccino and double chocolate cookie. No matter how many times you get them, you never get bored of them. Just walking there, you already started to dream your cookie.

As you entered the coffee shop, you see a little queue. You quickly entered the queue and looked if they still have your cookie. There was one last of it, so you felt relieved. None of the people in front of you looks like a type to eat double chocolate cookie in the half-past seven am. One of them was a super slim girl, whose order you guess is filter coffee. Then, a man in his forties, who looks like he is going to order latte. And you... A cappuccino with double chocolate cookie. While you were daydreaming, the queue was processing pretty quickly. After the man it is your time to order. He checked out and you smiled in satisfaction while looking at your cookie.

“Hyung! You saved the cookie for me! I love you!” a guy said from behind you. You turned at him with disbelief.

“He what?” you asked. The guy who has a big smile on his face, finally looked at you.

“Ah! I am sorry Miss. I look like I am abusing your turn. But I know the barista, so I am going to leave after getting my cookie. “ he gave you a apologetic smile.

“Who said it is your cookie? “you said. He looked dumbfounded.

“Huh?”

“I came here before you, so it is definitely my cookie!” you said sassily.

“Uh.. I..” he couldn’t find something to say and scratched the back of his neck with a visible nervousness on his face.

“Actually, I was on the line for buying that cookie to my daughter.” The woman behind you told. A toddler was holding her hand tightly. You smiled at the sight.

“Seems like the little one needs the cookie more than us!” you said with a smile to the little girl who is shyly looking at her mom.

“Thank you!” her mother said and bought the cookie. You waved to the little girl and ordered yourself one filter coffee. You gave death glared at the man and left the coffee shop with your bitter filter coffee. On your way to office you huff and puff.

“He ruined my perfect morning! I lost my cookie and ended up with a filter coffee. I don’t even love filter coffee!!!”

When you reached the office with a big pout on your face, you expected Hyunseok to ask you what’s wrong. But when you entered the office, there was a chaos that you didn’t even know the cause of it. Thus, while trying to figure out the situation, you forgot the cookie.

When your eyes spot Hyunseok, you approached him after putting your bag and coat to your desk.

“What’s going on here today?” you asked.

“The new manager.” He said without even looking at you, he was busy with listening the gossip of your colleagues.

“New manager?” you asked.

“New manager of our department, Y/N. How come you don’t know?” he looked at you in disbelief.

“How can I know that they when they find a manager without seeing the person? I am not one of you gossipers..” you said.

“Yeah yeah.” He said with his attention already on another place. Not only his but everyone’s attention, even yours.

The same man in the coffee shop.

“You, cookie stealer!” you shouted while pointing at him.

All eyes turned at you, including his. Your colleagues have panic in their eyes, but you were too frustrated to notice their looks. His eyes however, has a mischievous glint in them.

“I didn’t steal your cookie!” he said with a smirk.

“Yes, you did more than that. You ruined my morning joy.” You said.

“You gave that cookie willingly to that toddler.” He smiled in a way that made you madder.

“What could I do in that state? She was looking at me innocently.” You said in disbelief.

“Well love, that is not my problem.” He said and shrugged his shoulder.

“But it is because of you!” you furrowed your brows. Before he can answer, the general manager came from the room the man came.

“Enough with the tantrum, Y/N.” the general manager said.

“But..” before you can reply he continued.

“I am here to introduce you all to our new manager for the project department but seems like Y/N is fast to beat me. Anyways, everyone meet Jeon Jungkook, he is going to be the one you are responsible to. “

You were speechless. Everyone was eagerly meeting him, trying to show off themselves. But you were frustrated, so you leave to your desk.

---

You worked all day trying to ignore everything around you. All of your colleagues were talking about him and you put your earbuds in order to not hear any of that. But it was hard for you to ignore it all, because time to time you see him, even worse time to time your eyes meet his and he gives you cocky smiles.

You repeated yourself to calm down till you end your work. When it is finally time that you can leave work, you didn’t waste any time. You even ran to the elevator and catch it before it leaves, because you didn’t want to stay there anymore for today. You shouted for the person inside to hold the elevator, but when elevator’s doors opened you regretted it immediately.

There, Jeon Jungkook is smiling at you.

You entered the elevator and mumbled a quick thank you. He was smiling but you ignored it. When the elevator reached the ground floor, you were hurrying to leave.

“Wait Y/N!” he said. You turned at him, even if you didn’t want to.

“Yes?”

“See you tomorrow!” he said and winked at you. You rolled your eyes at him and left to home.

---

Next morning you entered the coffee shop with a determination to buy your cookie. However, there was no cookie. So you bought your cappuccino and turn to leave the shop, again in a pout, but someone call your name.

“Y/N here, I bought you a cookie.” You see Jungkook is approaching you with two cookies in his hand. He smiled and hold one of the cookies for you.

“No, thanks.” You said and turned to leave. But he held your arm.

“I bought it for you, to apologize.” He smiled.

He had a sincere glint in his eyes, but you were not a one to admit it so you take your arm and leave. However, he was following you behind.

“Oh my god Y/N, you are so stubborn.”

“YES, I AM.”

---

Following three weeks passed with Jungkook not letting you live and you trying to run away from him. He was using every chance to pick on, you were using every chance to ignore, however he was seeming to be luckier than you.

On November 27th the weather forecasts were warning everyone for the expected heavy snow in the evening. It would be the first snow of the year, another first snow you are alone to watch. You sighed.

You were so eager in the morning of November 1st but starting from that day you have been dealing with Jungkook and his never-ending attempts to annoy you. You didn’t even have time to think about the first snow till today. But the weather forecasts were there to make you face it. So, today you were silent and in your own melancholic bubble.

You managed to dodge Jungkook’s attempts to annoy you. You left the office in peace and went to the coffee shop to buy yourself a cup of coffee. You get your coffee and turned to leave the coffee shop but Jungkook get in your way.

“Y/N, come sit with me!” he said.

“Sorry, I need to leave.” You said.

“You have been running away all the time.”

“I really need to leave this time, we can drink some coffee another time.” You said sadly.

“Why?”

“I.. It is going to snow, you know.” You said and looked down.

“So? If you are afraid, I can drive you home.” He offered with a little smile.

“No, that’s not that. I just want to be home at first snow.” You said feeling a little bad to admit it.

“Huh?? Why is that?” he asked curiously.

“Look, this might sound stupid but my dream from childhood was falling in love in the first snow. And seems like it is another year that I couldn’t find my significant other.” You said trying to not to meet his eyes.

“How do you know that? It hasn’t even snowed yet.”

“How can I find him, it is only a few hours away.” You said.

“Of course you can’t find him if you lock yourself to home on first snow. Stay here, we can drink coffee and I can but you a cookie or two. When it snows, we can go play with it. Maybe you can meet with your one. The street will be full of people who are there to enjoy first snow.” He smiled.

“Do you think I will?” you asked.

“Can’t promise but you will have more chance than staying at home.” He said and you smiled at his words. For the first time his words didn’t annoy you, even encouraged you. You took the chair and sat in front of him.

He gave you a big smile.

“Look, we took another step on our friendship. First snow is bringing goodness already.” He said eagerly. You laughed at his words.

“So, you are still buying me a cookie, or that was just for convincing me?” you asked. He laughed heartily.

“You really love cookies, don’t you?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Let me get some, real quick. Do you want any other thing?” he asked.

“No.” you said shyly. You were super confident while asking him to buy you cookie, but now feeling super shy.

A few minutes later Jungkook came with five or more cookies in his hands.

“Why so many?” you questioned. He shrugged his shoulder.

“Just in case if we both decided to eat the last one.” He said and you both giggled at his words.

He sat his chair and took one of the cookies.

“Finally, we can eat cookies together, in peace.” He said while looking at you with a weird smile in his eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you blushed and glanced away.

“I don’t know, maybe I am wondering if you still hate me after buying you cookies.” He teased you.

“I am not hating you, just annoyed by you.” You said and mentally facepalmed yourself.

“Oh, that really made me content!” he mocked you.

“No, I mean, I was just seeing you as an enemy, because of my cookies!” you said and laughed.

“You are crazy Y/N!” he was trying his best to hold his smile.

“I hear that a lot!”

---

In the remaining of the evening you sat and talked with Jungkook about everything and anything. If they told you yesterday that you can talk with Jungkook about anything unrelated to work more than two minutes you would laugh their faces but turns out that Jungkook wasn’t a cruel cookie monster. He made you laughed so much, that you were about to forget the first snow for that night. However, the excited squeal of one girl on the cafe was there to turn heads of every customer in the cafe to the window.

“Babe, look, it is snowing!” she squealed and hurried her boyfriend to get out. Their coffees were long forgotten and a few seconds later they were kissing under the snow.

“Wow, a sight from a cheesy romance movie!” you sighed. Jungkook looked at you.

“Hey, don’t give up your hope! Tonight, we are finding the love of your life!” he said with a smile.

“Don’t tease me Jungkook! We both know it is not happening any soon.” you said with a half-smile.

“And why is that? It has just started, and we are not even out yet. You are finishing your last bite of your cookie and we are going out. We are going to walk all night and your lover will pop out in one street or another.” He hurried you.

“We will catch cold, if we walk in the snow.” You mumbled.

“You are going to find your lover, you need to make a sacrifice.” He took your hand and brought you outside. You felt your cheeks blushing.

‘Why is he even holding my hand??’ you thought to yourself.

In order to hide your blush, you decided to whine from cold.

“Don’t you think it is too cold to walk out?” you asked. Jungkook stopped walking and took off his scarf. He approached you and put his scarf around your neck.

“Here, you won’t feel that cold anymore. And we are not going to give up.” He said and continued to walk while holding your hand.

Although holding his hand was unusual, actually holding anyone’s hand for long was unusual for you, you tried to get used to, just for keeping your hand warm.

He was talking about everything. One minute he is pointing how beautiful the snow looks, the second he was complaining about his neighbour’s dog who always barks at him angrily. It was beautiful to listen to him talking keenly, but what you noticed is his handsome face that you never even paid attention before. Sure, you realized that your annoying new manager has good looks. But you never look at his face attentively. He shows his emotions and thoughts with his face, especially with his eyes, a pair of beautiful brown eyes. And even if time to time you are having a hard time to pay attention to his words, his eyes were giving you all of the feelings that you are supposed to get.

But just because you are staring him does not mean you are not listening to him. Of course, you pay attention to him and answer, but time to time his face becomes so attention grabbing, either with his attractive smile or cute reaction to the thing he is talking about.

Seems like you were lost in your thoughts while staring at his face for the nth time that night because you only paid attention to your surroundings when he stopped walking. You were in front of a park, where people were playing with snow. Either making snow angels or playing snowball with their loved ones.

“Would like to play?” he asked while looking at you.

“Snowball?” you asked.

“Why are you looking so surprised?” he asked.

“I don’t.” you laughed.

“We are playing, then?” he asked. You nodded at him. And the next second you were running to prepare a snowball to throw at him.

“You are too fast for a person who looks like I am asking the craziest thing to do!” Jungkook shouted while preparing his own snowball.

“Maybe I did it in order to take you by surprise, you never know Jeon Jungkook!” you said and threw a snowball at him. He was fast to dodge it.

“Right, you might be! But I am good at reacting, love!” he said cockily and threw his own before you have a chance to run away.

He gave you a childish smile and started to prepare his new snowballs, so do you.

An hour passed by you two running around, throwing snowballs to each other and laugh. It was definitely fun to play but tiredness was apparent on both of your faces and breaths.

“Y/N, how about continuing our war another day?” he asked.

“You are holding two damn snowballs in your hands Jungkook!” you said.

“I am ready to throw them down, I am tired.” He whined.

“Okay, then we are throwing them at the same time.” You said and counted.

When both of you threw your snowballs, he approached you with a smile.

“Look I am not that bad guy..” his words cut with a snowball hitting his back. You both turned back to see a man saying sorry for his poor skills of aiming.

You giggled, he pouted and you giggled more. You shook the snow from his back.

“Ahaha, poor you!” you smiled.

“Don’t be cruel!” he said and fake pouted.

“Enough with the snow. Let’s go before we really become sick.” You said and tried to drag him out of the park. But he held your arm to stop you.

“Look at these kids.” He pointed some kids making snow angels on the untouched snow.

“They look adorable!” your face beamed at the sight.

“Come on, we should make some too.” He said and dragged you to some untouched snow.

When he felt satisfied with the snow, he pushed you back gently and let himself fall back, too. You weren’t expecting that but happily complied.

Both of you were pushing your arms up and down while lying on the snow, like kids with giggles.

After a few minutes, you both were feeling satisfied with your snow angels but too tired to get up.

“We should take a photo of our snow angels.” He said and you nodded while looking at his eyes.

“Are you tired?” you asked.

“I…” before he can finish his words, he saw a snowball approaching you so he rolled his self on top of you and it hit him instead. However, you both were too distracted to care about the snowball. He was one or two inch away from you and his eyes were locked to yours.

“Y/N?” he asked.

“Huh?”

“I brought you out to find the love of your life, but is it too selfish if I kiss you?” he asked, still looking at you intently. Your eyes grew bigger at his bold words. But you weren’t at a state to hesitate, your heart was beating too fast to deny your feelings.

So, you pecked his lips quickly and pushed him from yourself before he can even understand what is happening.

However, you were already up, running away while holding your hands on your cheeks to hide your blush. But it was bold of you to think that you can run away from him, Jungkook was taller than you to catch you without even putting too much energy. He grabbed your wrist and turned you to face him. You look down to not to meet his eyes.

“You can’t run away like that after kissing me!” he said with a playful smile.

“I didn’t kiss you!” you protested. “I just pecked your lips.” You mumbled the last sentence.

He laughed at your words and you just felt your cheeks grow redder.

“Okay, let me correct. You can’t run away like that after pecking my lips!” he said and you look at him, clearly annoyed with his teasing. You stared his eyes while frowning but he was looking at you with heart eyes, which is not helping your situation and annoying you more.

“What?” you asked.

“You tell me.” He said.

“You started it first with asking me!” you protested.

“Can’t you just say?” He asked.

“Say what?” you asked back.

“Say that, I am not the only one to have this big crush!” he said, and you look at him surprised.

“Don’t look at me like that! You have been messing with my heart since that day you fought me for that cookie. I tried to start a little conversation with you, but you were still angry at me for that cookie. And when I convinced you to drink some coffee with me, I was trying to cheer you up for you to search for the love of your life. It broke my heart, but I just wanted to see you happy.

But all the time we walked, I felt so contented and happy. You were distractingly beautiful even when snow is ruining your makeup and the tip of your nose is red from cold.

You were giving the cutest reactions when my snowballs hit you, and my heart just beat faster as if it is not beating crazily. And you were smiling like a real angel, while making your snow angel. And I was just falling harder for you.

Is it too bad of me to wish that I am the love of your life that you fall in love in the first snow?” he looked at your eyes with his doe ones. You look at his eyes back.

“No, it wouldn’t.”

And you tiptoed to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you. The snow was falling even harder, but both of you were too busy to care. After all, it was a real kiss, not a peck!

[vminity21]

Perhaps, By Chance | jjk

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Genre: fluff, soft

Warning(s): mild angst involving a past relationship

Summary: When a night is ruined as you denyingly anticipated, a chance encounter from a kind stranger changes everything, perhaps for the better.

The message came in the middle of a busy day at work, panicking your steps and reacting in the form of, “My ex just texted me,” in front of your boss and fellow co-worker, Monica who creased her eyebrows momentarily at your random statement. Stunned doesn’t even begin to help gather words, especially when three years of silence decided to end over an app you never thought your ex would happen to discover. Three years. Majority of that time involved healing, and potentially searching for the right one to come along, but as the days passed, you eventually gave up on the idea of love, because according to your ex-boyfriend, he’s apparently the only man who will ever love you.

“You and I both know that’s nowhere near the case, my friend,” Monnie gestured an invisible slant, slipping into her coat after clocking out; the pair of you paraded outside, nearing your vehicles, but of course, she was going to make sure you were okay before driving home, and though your heart was still thudding to the anxiety rising, you’re thankful she’s someone that you could lean on. “After everything you’ve told me about him, I would not give him the time of day.”

“I just… I don’t know,” you pressed your fingertips upon the bridge of your nose, wishing you would calm down, “Why in the world would he message me after all this time?”

“He asked about your old car, right?”

“Oddly enough, yeah,”

“And, you told him no, that you do not have it anymore, correct?”

“Of course,”

“Okay, well, you’ve said enough, now you can block him, … Again,”

But, you don’t. Because now, you are pacing along the creaking floor of your apartment, gnawing on your nails because your ex-boyfriend will be taking you out to dinner after a few weeks of catching up. An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach, especially when memories of the break up spin profusely within your brain; the only thing you can’t seem to ignore is the strange hope that maybe he’s changed- maybe he will even apologize for the times he verbally abused you and created accusations he evidently had been guilty of the entire relationship- maybe he will want to start over and make things right again now that he potentially may be aware of what he lost when you left him.

You haven’t mentioned anything to your friends or your family of the evening in fear of what they would say, and though the guilt weighs heavy, you take in a deep breath, promising yourself that you can handle this. It’s been three years for crying out loud, you would think by now he would have found some ounce of motivation to become a better person.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the sound of the doorbell disrupts your million questions. Your lips part along with your widening eyes- splaying your hands along your outfit to smooth any wrinkles visible. As dramatic as a scene in a movie, your fingertips slowly reach for the doorknob before you gulp- opening the door to a bouquet of your favorite flowers, “Oh wow!” Not what you expect, but you immediately collect the bouquet from him, getting a better view of his face.

“You look beautiful,” he compliments, looking you up and down, the strong smell of his sharp cologne brushes your nose, and you observe the detail of him styling his hair the way you used to like it.

“Th-thank you,” you stammer, briefly entering the kitchen to where the flowers will lay until you return home for the evening. You prepare yourself for him to invite himself inside, but to your confusion, he does the opposite, holding out his arm for you to interlock with his, “Shall we?” There’s a small smirk that curls at the end of his lips that you slowly realize you haven’t missed, and the bizarre feeling rears its ugly head again, yet you stubbornly ignore it, flashing your ex a timid grin before waltzing to his car.

“You still into that artist? The one you would obsess over when we first went out?” The question is meant to be a conversation starter, and you, unfortunately, avoid this artist to prevent the negative memories the music brings involving your ex, and although you don’t want to lie, you make the split decision to play dumb.

“Uh, who?”

Your ex chuckles, “I remember this was our song.” Oh no, you inwardly cringe, the familiar strum of the guitar echoes within the space while you attempt to contain your composure. Which then leads to your current thought, why are you doing this? It’s then that you pray for the car ride to be quick considering you have not an idea where your ex is taking you for the evening getaway. Miraculously, you tune out as many songs that have played before you recognize that he’s pulling into the parking lot of your favorite restaurant that sits in front of a strip mall you tend to frequent when in the mood for a shopping spree. You’re not taken aback by the choice of food because it happens to be your favorite place to eat in general, and before you know it, the two of you are seated by the host, your ex ordering exactly what you always consume here.

You’re impressed by his memory, you will give him that, and while the dinner progresses, so does small conversation that forces you to only contemplate positive thoughts, especially when you notice a glimpse in his eyes that he wants to ask you something, but decides against it. Only as far as you’ve allowed it, he’s aware of your graduating college and obtaining your degree, traveling to places you’ve always dreamed of going, and meeting some of your favorite actors that happened to be visiting your town, and only vague dating stories have been mentioned since that’s something you want to avoid like the plague.

Forks clink along the plates when dinner is served, yet your mind is still foggy. Regarding the question that seems to be budding with him, you wonder if it will be something romantic for once, or maybe he will ask how you’ve actually been the past three years, or maybe he will finally apologize for his wrongdoings and how much he has missed you as well as the lessons he’s learned since losing you. Maybe he will talk about adventures you always dreamed of going on that you haven’t been able to venture yet, or maybe he will see the person you have always been and will love you the way that you deserve to be loved.

But that ship sails out the window, because the dinner is soon finished and the two of you are heading to his car with all your confusion still left unanswered. Something feels so wrong as if you’re not supposed to be here, and by here, you mean with him. While your fingers naturally curl along the seatbelt with the intention to buckle yourself in, it loosely slips from your fingers- your ex getting comfortable in the driver’s seat.

He clears his throat, and you’re frozen stiff, “So… I have a question for you,” the tone of his voice strews uncomfortable memories- the ones where he would become controlling, talking down to you as if you were continuously the root of any situation, and it’s the first you’ve heard him speak like this since the evening began. “I really need to know, and if you really want this to work out, then you’ll answer me,”

Your mouth opens, but your words pause, “I-”

“So… I know you mentioned that one guy Namjoon, but… How many people have you been with since you know… We broke u-”

SLAM!

Your ex is replied to by the heavy SLAP of the passenger door shutting behind you. Nostrils flaring causes the burn from the freezing air to puff white clouds into the atmosphere, you determinedly stomp to the front of the restaurant, anger boiling across your chest. Screeching tires zoom across the lot behind you, and with fresh tears streaming down your face, you curse under your breath while your heart shatters in disappointment not only with how the evening turned out but towards yourself for being so naïve. How dare he try and manipulate you into feeling bad for things that had nothing to do with him? And since when did your personal dating life interfere with the decision making on whether you want to work things out or not? Striding back and forth across the cement, you mutter sporadically, fingers raking through your frigid strands in panic before frantically fumbling for your cellphone to call your mother.

Where in his mind did, he think it was his business to know about the relationships you may or may not have had after the breakup, too? Though you know he was more so referring to physical intimacy, how is that any of his business at all? And yes, there was a swift love affair with a man named Namjoon back in college before he returned to serve in the army, but you haven’t heard from him in ages, and he is much better looking than your ex which now you regret not saying that portion out loud for your ex to hear, but one lesson you have learned from many experiences in life is that the best revenge is silence. And, you are proud of yourself for biting your tongue before you blurted something you would wish you hadn’t said.

Your mother’s voicemail is what you receive the two times you called, prompting silent sobs to soak your cold cheeks, “C’mon, mom, c’mon,” you beg, and with your racing heart and desperation for a ride, you decide to collapse upon a small bench seated in front of the restaurant with your face now buried into your hands. You need to breathe, you tell yourself, Mother is at work and is busy and you need to breathe.

There’s a soft trail of footsteps from concerned, umber eyes that have observed you from a distance after the skidding tires that woke the town up had halted him in his tracks. He’s not one to typically check on an individual he doesn’t know, but the frenzied way you appear, he can’t just leave without ensuring that you’re okay.

When he pauses a few feet away from you, his hands are cuddled into his front pockets, hair nestled into a black beanie while his shoulders scrunch from the chilly breeze that happens to nip his nose. Your face is still buried within your hands, but your ears are still perked from the knowing of someone being present.

“Hi,” the voice is soft and belonging to a male specimen, and you’re mildly relieved that it is not the voice belonging to your ex-boyfriend who essentially left you here without a second thought. Gradually raising your head, some of your hair sticks to your clammy cheeks before you swipe them away. If you had been standing, the wind would have knocked you from under your feet, especially with the face you’re now staring at that, holds timid eyes mirroring the way his thin lips are slightly ajar, and the defined line of his jaw is shaped into such a handsome sculpture- one you haven’t seen in what feels like forever.

“H-hi,” you stutter, shaking your head in embarrassment and trying to figure out how a stranger with the looks of a chiseled athlete who should be passing by is still paused before you.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just happened to be walking to my car when I noticed someone speeding off, not sure if you knew them, but I wanted to make sure you’re okay,”

Judging from faint sniffles, you’re sure he probably witnessed the entire scene of you power-walking away from your ex’s car, and though this stranger emits the aura of gentleness, you’re not necessarily in the mood for sweet talk if that’s what he is aiming for in the long run. After the night you’ve had thus far, another boy causing you heartbreak is not in your best interest. Folding your arms across your chest, your gaze drops to your shoes lightly scraping the tips of them along the cement of the sidewalk.

“May I… May I take a seat?” You wince at the realization that you haven’t answered him yet, and nibbling the inside of your cheek in obvious doubt, you return your eyes to his, and since you happen to be waiting on your mom to call you back, maybe having some company may not be such a bad idea after all. As much as you want to be angry at the masculine population, not all men are inconsiderate, and for this stranger to take time out of his night to check on you is enough to give him a chance at being friends if that’s what tonight leads to.

You nod your permission, noticing the grin still lingering on his pink lips. When he nestles beside you, he leaves enough space, glancing at you in the introduction, “My name is Jeongguk,” he offers a large hand that you accept; nervous jitters illuminating in the warmth of a blush deepens on your cheeks. “May I ask yours?” You want to be suspicious with how polite he’s being, which then strays you to mentally scold yourself, but you also can’t help the scars still etched into your conscious by your ex-boyfriend, who made you feel like you were crazy if you ever confronted him on his actions that would leave you so wounded. Moments where you’d ask him to try and be nicer, just for him to accuse you of being the rude one.

“[Y/N],” you timorously reply, finding it strange how you wish you could feel his hand again- how safe it seemed to hold it even if it was just for mere seconds.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he bows his head once before scanning the parking lot; quiet lingers other than the subtle sounds of breathing- white air still seen from how low the temperature is and you can’t help but feel guilty for how cold Jeongguk must be. There’s minimal awkward tension relating to what to say to continue a conversation, and with the stirring shock from earlier stemming, it’s as if something takes over you before you can stop yourself from speaking,

“He asked me a question he shouldn’t have asked,” gritting your teeth in irritation, you slam your eyes shut, because how do you know this stranger is going to take the time to listen, or even care about the situation you just experienced? Maybe this budding sense of trust that you can’t seem to fight embraces the courage of telling Jeongguk about tonight with the possibility of never seeing him again, so why be afraid? Why not tell him exactly what’s on your heart? What has been on your heart?

Eyebrows furrowed, a lightbulb seems to click when he remembers the car that sped off and Jeongguk patiently waits for you to continue while you slouch a tad against the bench, “That was my ex,”

Jeongguk’s eyes flicker along the side of your face while you compile your thoughts, “I’m sorry,” he whispers when he sees your expression fall into sadness.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, “I should have known better. He’s done it before,” there’s really not much you can say other than you’re humiliated with yourself, but what lessons can be learned if mistakes aren’t made? You’ve always been one to give second chances, and that’s what you thought tonight was going to be, but it was taken for granted. Little do you know, a chance to start over with someone new is blooming, but that’s something life isn’t going to show you right away, it’s something you will discover once you open your heart and forgive yourself, and to never forget how worth it you are. How deserving you are.

This man sitting beside you will cherish every bit of you, but neither of you know the future, and the pair of you are too busy shivering to truly take notice of the way destiny is planting its seeds within both of your souls. Though unaware, you will mend his broken heart the way that he will mend yours, proving to you what true love really is.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh between chattering teeth, “you must be freezing,”

“No, no I’m fine,” he reassures you, teeth showing from a crooked smile, even though his teeth were chattering moments ago, you find it extremely cute that he’s trying to pretend he’s not affected by this torturous excuse of weather. “Actually, if you need a ride home, I can take you,” he offers, “And, if you need to talk about everything and get things off your chest, I am a good listener,”

Holding his stare, you want so much to believe him, but you’re not one to put your trust into somebody that you don’t know; ashamed, you look down at your twiddling fingers, “That’s very sweet of you, but I don’t really get in cars with people I’ve just met,” you say honestly, half expecting him to be annoyed.

“Okay then,” instead, he surprises you with a cheery jingle to his tone, standing to his feet just to goofily spin around to face you, “How about the bus,” he offers his hand yet again, and how he read your mind from when you were battling with the daydream of holding it once more, you tilt your head at him with a smile you can’t help but give,

“Wait, what?”

“The bus,” he repeats with the widest smile you have seen yet, “It’s public, there is a bus stop literally diagonal from this restaurant, and I can guarantee you it’ll be warm,”

“But- but what about your car? Isn’t it here? My apartment is like, twenty minutes away from here give or take!”

“Nah,” he shrugs, “I will ride the bus back here to pick up my car, I only live 5 minutes away from this area,” he gestures with his hand which reminds you that it’s waiting just for you to hold, “Even if I lived another town away, I still, don’t mind.”

Overwhelmed by such a genuine smile exuberating from his features, even with your ex, he never showed you the pure kindness that this stranger by the name of Jeongguk has shown you in just a span of a few minutes.

“I- I don’t- I don’t know what to say,” you’re speechless, and this promising feeling beneath your chest gives way to any doubt you may have shadowed.

“You don’t have to say anything,” his eyes squint from how tickled he is by your flustered state, his inviting hand still outstretched. No more hesitation, you spring off the bench the exact moment your palm collides with his. As if two giggling young adults serenading the atmosphere isn’t enough to melt hearts all around the city, you’re beyond touched when you watch him pull enough money from his faded wallet to pay for your seat on the bus when it arrives.

“What are you- Jeongguk, you don’t have to do that,”

“Call me, Guk,” he winks over his shoulder where you stand behind him noticing how much he over towers you.

“Excuse me, Guk, I repeat, you don’t have to pay for me-”

“Hey, whatever it takes to make sure you have a ride home, I can take care of it,”

You gawk at him in utter amazement, because how? How can someone be so lovely?

“Is everything okay?” He peers at you after the both of you find empty seats upon the bus, and your mouth must have been ajar for quite sometime for it to feel so dry.

“I’m just- … I’m just so overwhelmed by your kindness,” your icy nose starting to warm from the air vents blowing inside the bus. “How are you so nice?”

A breathy laugh escapes past his grin, “It’s not hard to be kind,” he shrugs after a serious moment, the tips of his hair fluffing along his forehead almost falling into his eyes, “Sometimes one simple act of kindness is all it takes to make someone’s day better, you know?”

“Yeah,” you smile dreamily, leaning into his shoulder, “I know,”

There’s a moment shared, one neither of you can quite explain, no conversation needs to be held for the way your eyes speak is enough to know that there’s something beautiful glimmering between the pair of you. How can a chance like this even happen? Maybe meeting your ex after three years wasn’t a bad idea after all? It led you here, beside a handsome stranger who looks at you reflecting the same exact hope you’re starting to believe in again. As comforting as he seems, you place your head upon his shoulder, linking your arm with his, just fully soaking in his presence as much as you can, wishing that you didn’t have to go home just yet.

Smiles dim when the bus does stop where your apartment complex is hidden only a minute in the distance, and as much as you consider inviting him over for the evening, there’s still much trust you want to gain before making such a rash decision. If there’s a risk you’re going to take, you want to wait for the right opportunity. “I’m home now,” you mumble in disappointment, preparing to stand to your feet.

“Wait-” Jeongguk blurts discontinuing your movement to stand, “Here,” he hands you his phone the second he unlocks it, and while the passengers are lining within the aisle to exit the bus, you swiftly type in your number, heart beating to the point it pounds in your temples; handing him your phone for him to tap his number into, also. He stands with you, and for a moment, you wonder if he will hug you, but instead, that risk you were wondering about taking happens to spontaneously be made in this moment- this moment right here.

Bravery washes over you like never before, and when you place your hands upon Jeongguk’s shoulders, springing on your tiptoes, his face blurs before you peck his lips, and you don’t even give him time to process it. “Thank you,” you whisper, the sensation of how soft it felt to kiss him still lingering to the point, you have to refrain from turning around to collide into his arms. Even if some may find your move to be too bold, you don’t care. Jeongguk just gave you the best night you have had in a long while. And, it was very much needed.

You rush off the bus with adrenaline drenching your senses and long for the hope that you will hear from him soon. Sprinting to your apartment, you plop backward upon your bed, your phone flying into the pillows while you exhale in awe. Did tonight really just happen? Was Jeongguk even real? What if this was all a hallucination in order to make yourself feel better?

Even if it was, at least now he’s gifted you something you haven’t known how to re-insert back into your heart, and that’s hope. A new hope that there is a possibility of a brand-new start into a future you never dreamed could be so happy. If you thought your heart couldn’t soar any higher than it has been for the past five minutes, the faint buzz of your phone alerts you,

 Guk: No no, [Y/N], thank YOU.

[baibaos]

First Half of 2017 Fic Rec

A compilation of some of the fics that I’ve enjoyed this year [with little glimpses into the stories and comments about them, do check them out to see the actual summaries and do support the authors if you enjoy them as well 💕]:

trndsttrs of seoul by chimint || yoonmin, namjin || t || wip

chatfic; jimin is a cinnamon roll and yoongi is whipped™.

(literally the cutest thing ever, i reread it every day. jungkook calls yoonmin ‘dadgi’ and ‘jimom’ respectively (which is so fcking cute nghhh) and namjoon is the captain of the ship and they all ship ym - all concepts i am 100% up for. something to brighten up your day ^^)

Seven Days (Or The One Where Min Yoongi Asks Out Park Jimin Because Of A Girl) by minyoongayashell || yoonmin || bg taekook, namjin || m || wip || tw sexual content (but like, no actual sex)

seven days au; jimin is called “cheot-nal ye” or “first day yes”. basically he’s famous at school for agreeing to date the first person who asks him out on the first day of the week - 100% of the time, he breaks off the relationship at the end of the week and the cycle repeats itself. now, yoongi hates this girl in class and she wants to ask jimin out. naturally, he has to beat her to it.

(the manga was such a sweet thing and the fic gets me so excited. i don’t read a lot of high school aus, but this one is special! it’s not updated very frequently, but it’s definitely worth a read.)

Bullet Boy by sugamins || yoonmin || e || tw homophobia/sexual content || wip || tw references to drug use/depression

in which yoongi’s an underground rapper and jimin collabs with other rappers to break into the scene and flash forward into the future, they are caught up in a ‘scandal the likes of which the industry has never seen before.’

(the writing is so amazing, wow, it’s only on the first third chapter but the author makes it feel so promising. i kid you not, i actually messaged them and fangirled embarrassingly bc I am that kind of person. also ! underground yoonmin !)

Hiraeth by haruguk || taekook, yoonmin, platonic yoonkook || not rated but probably e || 100k || tw sexual content/graphic content/drug abuse/mental instability/psychosis || tw referenced child abuse/cheating/alcohol abuse/self-harm (basically a lot of warnings!)

diary of an oxygen thief au; perfect fratboy jeongguk gets off of breaking hearts, but he can’t quite do the same to kim taehyung. “hurt people hurt people.” read the warnings carefully!

(basically this fic broke my heart time and time again and everyone has probably already read this but i still must rec it bc it is that good.)

tats'n'thots by Death_Impala || taekook || bg yoonmin || not rated but probably m || 12k || tw sexual content

tattoo artist au; taehyung to jeongguk: “I feel inspired, and I want to work with you, so how about this: let me tattoo you in any way I want, free of charge – with your input of course.” also, bottom jk. c:

(i am trash for the using-your-body-as-a-canvas trope and similarly, or even more so, for bottom bby jk. :’) this fic is a blessing. taekook and art obviously belong in the same sentence.)

Idiosyncratic by jiminsfw || taekook || e || 19k || tw sexual content/knots/ruts/usual abo things

a/b/o au; taehyung and jungkook are an alpha/alpha couple, and no one thinks that alpha/alpha couples can last. involves ruts and switching and so much emotion.

(this was a particularly interesting read bc it took me forever to find a fic with alpha/alpha taekook! alpha/alpha taekook nghhh it’s just the cutest thing, a little sad, but ultimately very fluffy.)

Mileage May Vary by rix || taekook || e || 80k || tw sexual content/age difference/strip clubs/recreational drug use

“Jeongguk is a stripper with a penchant for trouble. Taehyung is curious.” taehyung is nine years older than jk, who has a prince albert btw. bottom jk as always. sort of soft sugar daddy tae? but not really.

(once again i am trash for bottom jk. and all of rix’s fics are so good ;A; the quality just gets better and better. also, tae is once-divorced, heads up. in rix’s words, nothing really happens but still, it’s so enjoyable. <3)

spring day by Bangtanbananas || yoonmin, taekook, namjin || e || 70.9k || tw violence/graphic content/sexual content/mpreg/heats/usual abo things

wolf au; only 5% (i think) of wolves find their fated mates (but most wolves believe they don’t actually exist bc soulmates?), and although jimin dreamt of finding his when he was a pup, he didn’t actually expect to in the mysterious alpha from the mountains.

(i crave shit like this bc wolves + a/b/o + pack dynamics is just - c: omega jm and alpha yg, yes please. seokjin is the real mvp.)

half feral, but just right by themelonlord || yoonmin, platonic jikook || e || wip || tw discrimination/bullying/graphic content (but not really)/probably sexual content || tw referenced child abuse

a/b/o au; in a world where alphas are considered little more than rabid animals, yoongi’s just trying to scrape by and achieve his dreams. but then he meets omega park jimin and his pseudo little brother, young alpha jeon jeongguk.

(yoonmin with their son /dongsaeng jjk is evidently my absolute favourite thing. :’) i was dreaming about an au where the alphas are victimised for a change a week before i discovered this fic and i wanted to cry bc it was better than i could ever imagine it to be.)

Laugh and I Love You by ifisayhiyousayoops || jinkook || bg vmin || e || 21.9k || tw sexual content

canonverse; seokjin and jungkook are just - so domestic and codependent. literally it. the softest slice-of-life on this side of the internet.

(jinkook has always been my guilty pleasure and i love them. bratty btm bby jk is basically my religion? i’m this fic is so well written! it’s very gentle and sweet and wow. i love love.)

time follows you (and fades) by thebestofme || yoonmin || bg taekook || t || 17k

hogwarts au; half-veela jimin finds himself in slytherin house and falling for slytherin prince, min yoongi. alternatively, jimin is so pretty and yoongi just wants to love him.

(slytherin yoonmin! yoongi is such a sweetheart and he has a pet kneazle named holly. :’) jeongguk is also adorable, i’m so weak. the first part is in jm’s pov and the second one’s in yg’s, so you literally get two sides of the story. i am trash for hogwarts aus and i’ve probably read all of them, and this one is such a gem!)

Once Upon A Dream by yururin || yoonmin || t || 17k

“soulmates AU where you can see a glimpse of your past life on the eve of your 18th birthday and Jimin dreams of a forbidden Joseon era love story with an upperclassman Min Yoongi, popular basketball player in uni, 18384/10 out of his reach”

(what is sin - it doesn’t exist. this entire thing is so soft and cute and pure. a great pick-me-up!)

glub glub glub by rabbitme || yoonmin || g || 6.7k

sort of chat fic that begins with jimin and yoongi missing each other.

(such purity. i love love. basically ym travelling, together and apart. ot7 interaction is something to look forward to, as well. it’s so fluffy, please read this and be blessed.)

light side of the moon by themelonlord || yoonmin, namjin, taekook, 95line || e || 80.8k || tw brief graphic content (blood)/sexual content

wolf au; jimin moves into a quiet town and befriends kim taehyung, who subsequently changes his life.

(it is such a lovely story, very pure, very gentle, with filth. :’) nothing really happens; it’s just a story about a boy who finds himself loving a man who can turn into a wolf. the ot7 is strong in this one. highly recommended if 95line and puppy piles make you smile.)

King of My Heart by wanderment || taekook || t || 17.7k

jeon jeongguk is the youngest son of the king of korea. taehyung is a friend of a friend - and a fan, but don’t let jeongguk know that. yet.

(a very wholesome and pure fic. they’re all rich college kids in this; minus namjin who are jk’s bodyguards. it feels short when you read it, but definitely very enjoyable. it’ll make you smile.)

The Victorious V and his Vast, Venturesome Heart by aprofessorstale || taekook, yoonmin || e || wip || tw sexual content/identity crises?

canonverse; taehyung is in love with love. jimin doesn’t believe in it.

(this is probably one of the best non-aus i’ve read in forever. it’s very introspective, incredibly heavy when it comes to discussions of sexuality and identity. it is very well-written and the author had captured their personalities well, while sticking to a timeline mostly following reality. (basically everything happens post-ynwa era) taekook are complicated and as are yoonmin, and while the story isn’t over yet, it is definitely worth the read. nam2seok are the resident straights and they deserve to be loved. on that note! yg is demisexual, rejoice.)

I Wrote This For You by chikichikichuu || yoonmin, taekook || bg namjin || t || wip || tw referenced depression/self-harm

the “cliffhanging heartbreaking motherfucking breakthrough debut novel” you will not read this story frustrates jungkook enough for him to send an aggressive e-mail to his newly proclaimed favourite author, min yoongi. (or, yoonmin through jungkook’s eyes. painful, yet worth it. taekook are relationship goals, basically, and everything is seemingly lovely until it isn’t. it hasn’t been updated since february ::) but it’s the kind of story that you can’t stop thinking about. suffer with me. <3)

a silhouette of new by mygz || yoonmin || m || wip || tw sexual content

sugar daddy gone wrong au chatfic; an unknown number sends jimin a message, thinking he’s a sugar baby.

(very very cute! i look forward to this a lot. yoongi and jm are both very natural and very adorable, spicy and sweet. uwu seriously something to look forward to if you’re into fluffy and sexy sugar daddy au chatfics.)

Lurking Shadows by GrandDragon03 || taekook, yoonmin, nam2seok, platonic yoonminkook || m || wip || tw violence

monster hunter au; jungkook is taken in as an apprentice by the legendary (and also married) hunter pair, min yoongi and park jimin.

(this is so good? the world-building is a+. please read if you want to see yoonmin with their son jk and good writing. the summary is in first person, but the story itself isn’t written that way, i promise. jk is a reckless prodigy but yoongi’s working on it.)

A New World by lonelyonion || taekook, yoonmin, nam2seok || e || wip || tw graphic content/violence/character death

super powers/not today au; “Jeon Jungkook was born to save the world, that’s a fact. Everything else, that was spontaneous.”

(this needs more attention! it’s still very short but very well-written and i am sooo excited for where this is headed. there are also not enough nam2seok fics in the world. :’) also! author says not to worry about the character death, but let’s see.)

Breathless by makkurokuro93 || yoonmin || bg namjin || e || 37k || tw sexual content

swim team au; after an unexpected break from the athletic world, yoongi finds himself back in south korea as their national team’s new coach. everything is almost the same as when he left, except, now, there’s park jimin.

(admittedly i haven’t finished this yet. 🤷 but! it seems very promising and there’s a nuance to the writing that colours everything in this sort of hazy blue filter. it’s just really pretty, wow. i say this bc i haven’t gotten to the smutty bits yet, tbh. what i’ve seen of the characterisations are brilliant! will update this when i finish reading. ;; let’s scream together.)

Impractical Magic by springrain21 || yoonmin || t || 16.8k || tw dismembered toes/spirits

witch au; yoongi is the worst witch jimin has ever met, basically.

(so so so cute! thank you to the original creator of the tumblr post that inspired this entire thing bc it just makes me so happy. yg is such an endearing character, and jm obviously feels the same way. you will fall in love.)