#jeunguk

[ddaenqu]

Cogs

pairings: killer!jungkook x reader

themes: mature, angst, killer AU, yandere AU

warnings: possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, mentions of violence, toxic behavior/relationship, mentions of manipulation, threatening, non-con kiss, death, implications of stockholm syndrome

based off the prompt: “Say that one more time and I’ll make sure you can never walk again”

You thought dating Jeon Jungkook would be like a walk in the park. Easy, free, and fun—made you feel young.

Not this.

You thought it would be going for walks at the crack of dawn or maybe in the afternoon when classes were finished, holding each other with a special warmth and talking about your days, not discounting the future of your relationship. You thought it was going to the mall, or anywhere really, and shopping for clothes for one another. You thought it would be being close to each other and being understanding, not always agreeing, but being comforting when a person needs it. And maybe, if you were lucky enough, having the idea of marriage instilled.

It was anything but that. All those dreams and hopes of becoming this cute couple was shattered within moments, only a week into the new relationship, your heart very fragile at the time.

Instead, it was seeing Jungkook drag a dead boy into a dumpster, the black leather gloves he was wearing were suffering in blood that you were sure, at the time, the liquid was seeping through the material. He tugged at his gloves when he finally heard the body hit the bottom of the dumpster and dumping a few trash bags covering it—him.

His eyes were slightly widened, dull as if you were staring at a toy doll, and hungry. His tongue poked one side of his cheeks, a bump appearing as a result, as he pulls of the gloves by the fingers, getting some of the red substance on his fingertips.

“Jungkook—” you had stopped yourself from saying the wrong things, so many phrases and words racking up like piles in your mind, things you want to say, but your mouth stays shut. You wanted it to stay shut. Your hands were freezing, shaking against the fabric of your pants.

He paused, thinking. Then, resumed with his task and finally managed to pull the gloves off without more blood sticking to his fingers, and shoved them into the pocket of his hoodie. He shoved the bloody gloves into the front pocket of the black hoodie you’ve worn many, many times.

He looked up at you. His eyes were no longer dull, not a single corner of his face was dark. He was just bright, with brilliant eyes that you had longed to see everyday, a beautiful and natural shine glittered throughout them.

“Sorry our date cut short,” he spoke and walked towards you with short strides, his hands gripping onto your arms that settled—stuck to your sides.

Our date, you remember; that simple idea of coming to a restaurant that had just opened up, a pizza parlor mixed with an ice cream parlor. This was going to be yours and his fifth date. That was, until, a classmate from one of your classes had decided to barge in. A harmless boy with a boxy-like smile with defined cheekbones.

“Why?” you ask meekly, you felt as if you were choking on cotton and your heart failing to slow. “Why—how could you—” you sputtered and took a step back from his figure, just as he was going to engulf you in a hug.

“What do you mean ‘why’?” he lamented, his expression is confused, his lips are pulled into a slight pout. His eyes are trained on your shaking form. “Because he was bothering you, of course. Didn’t you think so?”

He took another step towards you, the sound echoing through the alleyway. In reply, you scooted back more, the space between you both was suffocating.

He looked concerned, scared, angry, and so very confused. All these emotions flicking through, until it stopped on one. Sadness.

A kicked puppy, that’s what he looked like. As if you had ripped his heart out of his own chest, tears falling down his face as his adam’s apple bobbed, you could see he was trying not to sob.

“You don’t hate me? Right? You wouldn’t hate me, you couldn’t,” he whimpered, a delusional tone and state controlling his body. “You won’t hate me. You love me. Say that you love me.”

“Shut up,” you cried with a soft voice, your feelings were all over the place. The way your body ached to run away, but your heart yearned for his love and affection, wanting nothing but to wipe those tears off his flawless face. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”

You should be running, screaming your head off, calling the police. And yet, you don’t. It’s just his face clouding your mind, overwhelming you. The love you have for him is still there, and you can’t get rid of it.

His hands fell onto your shoulders, his thumbs dug into your skin despite the jacket you were wearing. You could feel that he was trembling, uncontrollably so.

“Don’t say that,” he whispered softly, his hands moved to your face. He could feel your reluctance—the way you were rejecting him when he tried to force your head to look up at his.

“Stop,” you cried, trying to fight against him. “I didn’t want this, stop please.”

“Shh,” he wipes the tears falling from your face. It takes every fiber in your body to not gag, fully knowing that there is someone’s dried blood on his tips. “Baby, look—”

“Don’t call me that.” You look at him terrified, evidently displeased with the use of the nickname, your hands are trying to push his chest, trying to push him away. “We—you can’t say that.”

He hesitates and his body tenses. The silence following after.

“What do you mean?” he asks incredulously. “What do you mean I can’t say that?” You can feel the anger drop from his words, the aggressive edge threatening for blood to spill. Hopefully, not yours.

You let out a shuddering gasp. “I can’t,” you begin and avoid his eyes, “I can’t be with you. This is—It’s so wrong, on so many levels, Jungkook.”

“But you love me,” he mumbles. His eyes are dead, his skin looks more pale than it has ever looked before. The raw feeling of disappointment that he emitted made your own body shudder involuntarily.

“We’re done,” you pry his hands off of you, feeling his hands for the last time; calloused yet smooth at the tips. “You’re crazy.”

The last time, it rings in your ears, a sense of detachment growing. Regret pooling at the bottom of your stomach, was this the right choice?

After what seemed like forever, his hands engulfed your own with a vice-like grip, sliding down to your wrists and applying the utmost pressure, causing you to wince.

“Jungkook, stop—”

“Say that one more time,” he seethed, “Do it.”

His eyes are wide, sprinkled with white flecks and painted in brown. His face is red, flushed to the tips of his ears.

“And I’ll make sure you can never walk again.”

He would kill you.

He’s not afraid to kill you.

You can feel his petrifying gaze burn a hole though your face, his eyes erratically scanning every corner or small eye movement of yours. His fingers slide up to your cheeks, purposely dragging against your collarbones and neck tantalizingly, his nails are digging into your skin by the time he reached your face, as he constrained your head to move forward, his nose almost touching yours and his breath hitting your lips.

You let out a silent yelp once you finally understood what he was doing, clawing at his chest, his arms, just anything to get you away from him.

“Please,” he whispers and in seconds, his soft yet chapped lips are on yours, pushing against them as he tries to further the kiss.

It’s forced and it hurts, so very much.

It reminds you of when you both had your very first kiss on your second date, how he asked for permission to hold you as he kissed you. His hands caressing your face, then your sides, then your hands before interlocking them with his. It was so pure and innocent, everything about it was ideal—ideal in every way.

Kiss him, your body is telling you. You want to kiss him. You want to be able to hug him and tell him that you love him dearly.

Maybe you’re just as crazy as him, the thought sticks to the back of your mind. Maybe something in your head was broken like his, the cogs are broken, silently falling to the ground.

You pull away from the kiss and you can feel his saliva against your lips, his own are just as wet as yours.

“Don’t hate me,” he mumbles and he kisses your collarbone, sloppy wet kisses scorched your skin.

You’re just as crazy as him.

Your hands go up to his head that was invested in leaving marks, pulling him away from your neck.

“I don’t hate you,” you reply weakly, your last bit of restraint and morals are breaking apart, shedding like layers. “I don’t hate you, I love you.”

His face brightens effortlessly, his beautiful bunny-like smile proudly showing, but his eyes are more than hopeful and happy—they’re ecstatic.

You felt a pair of arms circle around your shaking form. They were firm, feeling like a safe space, you moved your head so you could fit yourself into his warm chest.

The memories of when you and him were together before this flash through your mind like a movie, a slow and painful movie that dragged on. You didn’t just cry for yourself, you cried for Jungkook. You cried for your parents who didn’t know what was happening and for his parents, wherever they might be right now.

You cried and cried.

Like life flashing before death, living had never felt so painful.

“You don’t hate me,” he breathed out in relief, his head resting atop yours. His heartbeat was erratic, and yet, soothing to your ears.

You didn’t want this, but you’ve already chosen.

(feedback is greatly appreciated!)

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Birthdays! March 18th - 24th!

Takuya (Crossgene) ‘92 

Minhyuk (NOIR) ‘98

Moko (Honey Popcorn) ‘91

Sandeul (B1A4) ‘92

Jeunguk (24K) ‘93

Kei (Lovelyz) ‘95

Jiwon (fromis_9) ‘98

Nucksal ‘87

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Happy Birthday to 24K’s Jeunguk!

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Jeunguk: Care to explain why there are six dogs in our apartment?

Cory: They’re Golden Retriever corgi mixes, Jeunguk. They retrieve gold and bread. I did this for us.

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Normally I don't pay attention to the comments on vlive but today I came to realize that what I really want in life is to never read spanish again

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hongseob

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Hello!!!

Hiii!!!

I dunno why I'm so excited but it kind of feel good.

Soo I just wanted to say a warm hello to all of you to all the people that see this post. It took me so long to have the courage to open a Tumblr account in which I want to write fanfics about fandoms I am in. I want to start at first with Harry Potter, Supernatural and BTS.

I would love to see that you are all warmhearted people and you can show some support. I'm just scared of what it's going to happend.

I would love you to the 🌙 and 🔙 if you'd request some stories or just ask me whatever you want to know.

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✧ ‘till kingdom come || 001

words: 1.1k genre: fluff/angst pairing: royalty!au jungkook/reader author’s note: I’ll (hopefully) be updating every week! Enjoy! Feel free to read the teaser first! 

Festivities and exchanging pleasantries were never your forte, especially when both events were to be mashed into one. They were rarely ever pleasant, and they definitely weren’t your favourite part of being in the royal family of Elestia, but the festival of lights assured you of one thing: his return. Besides, you always found the night comforting. It felt as if the whole world was at peace, as if the universe was forgiving, and time wasn’t as cruel as it usually was. The view of the annual parade across the kingdom heading to the castle was astonishing from a window atop the tallest tower that you had perched yourself upon, the very best seat that this kingdom had to offer. A secret kept between him and you. You watched the lights of each torch come together in single file, enhanced as the night enveloped each one into darkness. Towards the end of the line of lights, you spot a familiar figure sitting above the carriage. A smile tugged at your lips. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You flinched at the sound of a well known, velvet voice echoing across the room. “Wait who-” A sudden recollection of the familiar figure that you just saw above the carriage, and a quick glance at the man leaning at the frame of the door left you in a state of confusion. It wasn’t until he stepped into the room, and closer towards you, allowing the moonlight illuminating his face, that your assumptions were confirmed. “Jungkook!” You leapt from your secret burrow of pillows and blankets, and dashed towards him. His arms wrapped around you. Without a single thought, he whisked you off of your feet to spin you around and into his arms once more. The pair of you locked eyes, and you never noticed how his deep chestnut eyes were full of wonder and awe. “But if you’re here, who’s on the carriage?” You took a step back, eyes reading his emotions like an open book. And there it was, his signature smirk. “You know, it’s quite easy to mistake me from this height, and I do recall one of my brothers owing me a favour…” His smile widened at the sight of you, bunny-teeth tugging at his bottom lip. At this moment, you swore your eyes would roll into another dimension and his laughter filled the room.

Jungkook is the 7th and youngest prince of the neighbouring kingdom, Astra, ruled by King Jeon Jungki. The day you first met him was during your 10th birthday party, and he was the complete opposite to the boy that you now know. The boy was an introvert at the time, but fate favoured the two of you, and you quickly became the best of friends as he revealed his true persona. You were inseparable. For him, it was hard to have 6 older brothers, but you were always there whenever they couldn’t be. And in return, he made sure your childhood was full of discoveries and adventures in the palace’s nooks and crannies, disguises to sneak out into the city, and secret hideouts. His brothers, the remaining 6 Princes were ‘the Astral guardians’ - the strongest team of knights - for the ongoing war. Each were loyal, reliable and powerful in their own right, but as a team they were robust, unmatched. However, it was rare to see them fighting together unless it were their kingdom’s absolute last resort in order to generate mass destruction. They were provided with their own sub-units as captains to work with in different locations. Because of this, you were glad that the boys hadn’t been brought up in the hands of immorality, but rather, the opposite. Your father, and theirs - both kings - have been close friends since their youth. The eldest son of the Astral King, Seokjin - was a spectre. Seokjin was able to conceal himself by reducing all attention around him and direct it elsewhere. The second eldest, Yoongi, had been an informant for years, the eyes and ears of the group and a diamond in the rough as he lurked in the shadows. The Third prince, Hoseok became the transporter after gaining a driver’s license at the age of 18, and was able to unlock any door that challenged him. The Fourth prince was Namjoon, who had gained the role of a tactician at the age of 16, through the recognition of his astonishing IQ of 147. And finally the twin stars, Jimin and Taehyung. The former was a siren, a smooth-talker and a quick thinker, whilst the latter practised the art of hacking ever since he had discovered video games. Jungkook often envisioned himself fighting alongside his brothers as soon as his 18th birthday passed, but you wished upon stars to keep him beside you instead. He himself was exceptional, graced with the strength of a bear and the eyes of a hawk. The King of Astra granted him the knowledge of various techniques, ranging from swordsmanship to archery in the hopes that he’d stop pestering him for more and more and more. But Jungkook excelled in all that he challenged - and that was what made him unparalleled out of all the brothers.

“Jungkook, you can’t ju-” A knock at the door interrupted your conversation, and by instinct, the boy stood in front of you protectively as the door opened. “I agree, it was pretty mean of him. Right, Princess?” Namjoon stood at the frame of the door, hand loosely resting upon the sword at his side. His ashy-brown locks parted with a small tuft of his fringe tucked neatly behind his ear, smiling at the two of you standing before him. Jungkook immediately lowered his guard, and relaxed as he heard his brother’s voice. “But yes, of course. It may as well be a tradition for him to come up with new ways of surprising me every time.” You shook your head at the memories of his entrance in the previous years and released the breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. Silently, you hoped that this was the last scare you’d have for the night. Jungkook laughed triumphantly, eyes forming the same crescent moons that he reminded you of so very often. “They sent us to come get you” Jimin sung as his head poked out from behind Namjoon, body following soon after. “Yes, the King is calling for you, Princess. I believe the party’s only just begun.” And with that, your best friend took your hand in his and ushered you towards the culmination of lights and music to dance the night away.

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THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE

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24K Reaction - S/O (Male) Cooks Them Dinner After a Rough Day

24K gifs are a little sparse 😅 I did the best I could!

Cory

The second Cory saw you in the kitchen, he wouldn't be able to contain his excitement. All the feelings of self doubt or anxiety would melt away. All he would see is you. “There’s my handsome boyfriend.” When you turned around to see him, you would match the bright smile on his face. “What’s for dinner?” “Your favourite.” He would kick off his shoes and hug you tightly. “How did I get so lucky?”

Kisu

You wouldn't even know Kisu had gotten home until you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. “Hello love...” You whispered. “Rough day?” Kisu would nod and close his eyes, taking in everything about you from the warmth of your skin to the sound of your breathing. “I’m just glad to be home.” When he looked up, you saw his smile beginning to form. “You didn't need to go through the trouble of cooking dinner. But thank you.”

Jeunguk

“Something smells good.” Upon turning around, Jeunguk’s warm smile greeted you. “Welcome home, jagiya.” “Ah, I thought today would never end.” You chuckled as he plopped himself down on the couch. “Well, what smells good is the big dinner I just cooked for you. Better come get it while it’s hot!” “I hate to bother you after cooking such a big meal, but could you bring it to me? Please...” He pouted and looked at you with those chocolate eyes that made you melt every time. “Fine, fine.” “Thank you, my prince.”

Changsun

When Changsun got home, he was so exhausted that he hobbled over to your shared bedroom and promptly fell asleep. You laughed silently and finished preparing dinner. When it was finished, you put it on a tray and brought it to Changsun, who was snoring quietly. “Jagiya?” You shook him awake gently, resting the tray aside. “I know you're tired, but it’s important that you eat to stay healthy.” He woke up slowly and rubbed his eyes. “Eat? What’s for dinner?” You pushed the tray of food in front of him. “I made it myself.” “You did? Then it has to be good.” He patted the space in bed next to himself. “I’ll eat, but only if you cuddle with me.”

Jinhong

“Jagiya!” You heard your adorable boyfriend calling to you from the front door. “Yeah?” You responded from the kitchen. “I have SO much to tell you! My hyungs put me through so much today, and-” He stopped to look at the meal you were preparing. “what’s this?” “What does it look like?” “Did you cook dinner??” “Yep!” “YES! UGH I NEED a good meal tonight.” He adorably plopped himself down in a chair at the kitchen table. “You’re the best, y/n! Now, as I was saying...”

Hongseob

“No way!!!!” Hongseob rushed at you with his arms open wide. Upon contact, he lifted you up out of excitement. “You're making dinner??” “Yeah! Only the best for the best boyfriend in the world.” “Actually, you’re the best boyfriend in the world.” He looked over your shoulder. “It looks like you’ve still got a bit left to do. Could you use any help?” “Sure! That would be great! Could you peel those potatoes?” “I can peel your potatoes any time you want, babe.” He said, winking at you. You didn't get the innuendo he was implying, but then again, you never really did anyway.

Sungoh

“Welcome home, jagi!” You greeted your boyfriend at the door when he walked in, his head slumped a bit low. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, it was just a long day...what’s this?” He asked, wiping a little sauce that got on your cheek. “Ah, I cooked dinner for you! I figured you must have had a long day. It’s much later than you usually get home.” “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. You know, I was going to take you out to eat tonight.” “You were?” “Yeah! To apologise for getting home so late! But I love your cooking almost more than anything.” “Oh yeah? What do you love more than my cooking?” “You.”

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24k is pretty excited about hitting 800% on Makestar.

Bonus: Jeonguk is me.