#jungkook mature

[carakook]

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"You didn't seem to think so ten minutes ago when I was fucking your pretty little brains out, or any of the other times for that matter. What's with the change of heart? You suddenly feel guilty?"

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⚘Intro

⚘1. Wilt.

🔞For Mature Audiences Only🔞

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⚘Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

⚘Synopsis: Y/N realizes tonight that she can no longer handle the guilt. She wants things with Jungkook that seem impossible given their situation. As much as it hurts, this will be the last time she sleeps with Jungkook… that’s what she thinks, anyway.

⚘Genre:Forbidden love

⚘Word count: 5K+

⚘Warnings: 18+ for mature audiences only, MDNI, rough sex, mentions of hate sex (but not actual hate sex), emotional, mentions of cheating, arguing (sort of), sad Jungkook (def needs a warning no one wants JK sad), ass slapping, hair pulling, jealousy, breakup (sort of?), let me know if I missed anything.

⚘Disclaimer: This story in no way reflects the characters of those who are mentioned. It is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. Please don’t take it seriously. Nothing is real in this story.

⚘A/N:Chapter one is out! Starts off a bit emotional right off the bat lol but I hope you enjoy it. Can’t wait to release more chapters! Thank you for reading. 🥰

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♪ Stuck with Me - The Neighborhood

♪ Eyes Don’t Lie - Isabel LaRosa

♪ Run - Joji

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Bliss.

That's what you feel when you're with him. For example, right now. Pure bliss.

The bliss is enough to make you forget about the guilt. The shame. The absolute sin that you're both committing.

He grunts out as he stalls his movements, "Fuck, baby, I need you to be still, I wanna take my time. Gonna cum too fast if you keep doing that."

This pleases you, so you slowly push yourself into him. He has you laying on your stomach with your ass perched up, face smooshed into his pillow, his favorite position. He loves the view. He loves your ass. He loves your body and how, in moments like this, it's his and only his.

As you push into him, you wiggle a little bit, regardless of how much your legs shake from the sensation. He's deep. So deep. Deeper than any other guy has ever been able to get.

He throws his head back, eyes rolling back with it, and he grunts almost as if he's in pain as his entire body tenses. He's close. You can feel him twitching. You can't help but let out a little laugh, pleased with yourself.

Oh, but he doesn't like that very much.

He grabs the back of your neck forcefully, leaning himself onto you, and pressing his back firmly against your own. He tilts your head so that his lips are touching your ear, and he grunts again as he buries himself even deeper into you, which seems impossible.

"If you wanted me to fuck you like I hate you, you could've just asked."

Without even giving you a moment to respond, he pushes your face into the pillow, muffling any noise that you make. He slams into you forcefully, so hard that the headboard of his bed slams into the wall. He keeps his hand on your head, ensuring that you don't move. He doesn't relent, as he slams himself into you at such a fast pace, that your entire body is vibrating. He's never fucked you like this before. And you love it.

You couldn't make a sound even if you wanted to, you're left speechless.

It doesn't take him long to come undone, and you don't mind, because he already made you cum three times. You're sure that you've been going at it for nearly two hours now, a mixture of heated kissing, grinding, and teasing. He fingered you and gave you head, and you had already came once around his cock, so you think that he's earned it.

He empties inside of you, painting your walls white as hot ropes of cum shoot into you. The feeling is unlike any other. Even if he isn't yours, it feels like he is at this very moment. And you're his too. You always have been.

The twitching dies down, and he lays himself on top of you gently, making sure to pepper the back of your neck with soft kisses.

He lays there for a moment, catching his breath, as you do the same. Despite being sober, a drunken smile crosses his face, his dimples on show. One of the things you love most about him.

You, on the other hand, come down from your high fairly quickly. The moment he disconnects himself from you is when reality hits you every time.

The guilt surfaces.

You've never not felt guilty about what you're both doing.

Recently, however, it's been prominent. Too prominent. At first, you were easily able to shoo the guilt away. It all started so easily, and things just happened, before you even knew what situation you were putting yourself in.

Once you found out that he was married, it ate you alive, but it never stopped you. Because you're selfish and shameless. You love him. And sometimes, love is a hell of a drug, causing you to do stupid things.

You grew to love him a bit too quickly, at first it was just fun, but all it took was a bouquet of roses and his concerned face the day after he went a bit too rough on you in the bedroom, for you to fall in love with him.

You didn't mind him being rough. It was the first time a man had ever handled you in such a way, and you fucking loved it.

But Jungkook is an overthinker.

After you were done that night, he saw the tears staining your face. You assured him they weren't sad tears, you couldn't even control them, you had just experienced such sensations that overwhelmed your brain and your body, crying and cumming seemed to have been the release of those sensations.

He showed up with those roses and puppy dog eyes, totally out of the blue, he hadn't even texted you before arriving. He was so concerned. He himself looked as if he might cry, and you couldn't help but think it was too cute.

He hugged you so tightly that you'd think he was afraid you were gonna float away. He apologized profusely and said that he couldn't get your tears out of his head after he left. He felt terrible, no matter how much you reassured him. He even had a nightmare about it.

It took an entire hour of him sitting on your couch to convince him that you were, in fact, ok, and had never felt better. Although embarrassing to admit, you explained to him that you've never felt more pleasure out of anything. And you want him to do it again. He finally gave in and accepted your explanation, but still apologized once more.

That night you didn't sleep together. It was the first time you guys had hung out without having sex. You watched movies, ate junk food, and talked about stupid shit all night long.

That's when you realized you loved him. And you were fucked.

You blame it on your fucked up brain. Daddy issues. Abandonment issues. Attachment issues. Girly things.

You shouldn't love this man. You shouldn't even like him. You'd think finding out he was married would have been enough to get you to run the fuck away from him.

But it didn't.

You loved him so desperately that you decided to live with it. Pretended that it was ok. Because when you were with him, it was oh so easy to forget.

The moment that he left though, that's when it ate you alive.

Especially recently.

Your visits used to be sporadic, spontaneous even. No more than once every week, usually two. It was easy to push it away after the first few days of being without him again. Then you started craving him, causing all of the guilt and coherent thought to completely leave, or hide maybe, which would make it easier to give in to your selfish desires.

Recently, though, he's been an animal. Wanting to see you constantly. Several times a week. As if he was addicted.

You didn't complain at first. You were able to replace the guilt with pride, loving the fact that he wanted you that badly. He was willing to make whatever excuses he did to come and see you.

But it has proven to make the guilt worse.

You find yourself awake at night, wondering what excuse he gave his wife, whether or not she's becoming suspicious of his sudden and often absence. If it were you, it'd be clear that something wasn't quite right. Then again, you don't know how good of a liar Jungkook really is or isn't, because you never ask these questions.

This leads your thoughts to a dark place, wondering if she even loves him like you do, does she take care of him like you do, does she kiss him like you do, does she touch him like you do, does he think about you when he's inside of her...

Jealousy plagues you when you have no right to be jealous. He isn't yours. The ring on his finger signifies the fact that he belongs to someone else.

You feel bitter, towards a woman that you don't even know.

You've never seen pictures of her, you've never asked about her, you don't even know her name. You don't know what kind of life she lives. If she's happy. Yet, you still wish nothing more than to be her.

Love. It's fucked up. Especially when you fall in love with someone out of reach.

Since he has made his frequent visits a habit, you've been slowly becoming comfortable with the idea of calling things off. You love him. You do. But you know that he will never be yours, and although he so often proclaims his love for you, you just can't believe him. If he loved you, you wouldn't be his dirty little secret.

Dirty. That's how you feel.

So, you made a vow to yourself before coming to his second apartment (the one that's so kindly reserved for your secret encounters), that it'll be the last time.

Comforting, in a way, that you'll be able to leave the guilt of what you're doing behind. Or you hope so anyway.

Yet, the dread that you feel from the fact that this means he'll no longer be in your life, makes you feel almost as if your heart will explode into tiny little pieces and result in your ultimate demise.

Death would be easier.

He has no idea about the thoughts going through your head right now. He's still coming down from his high, looking as if he's never felt happier. He has no idea of the bomb you're about to drop on him, and you're entirely terrified of what his reaction may be. Will he care? Will he freak out? Will he fight for you?

As if he can read your thoughts, he looks at you with concerned eyes, moving your hair out of your face as he moves to lay next to you, instead of on top of you.

"Was I too rough?"

You smile sadly at him, "No. No such thing."

He smiles so innocently at you as if he didn't just almost break the bed fucking you into oblivion.

His smile quickly fades as he sees the frown on your face that you so desperately tried to contain.

"Baby, what's wrong? Talk to me."

You glance at him, biting your lip nervously, trying to figure out how to bring this up. How to end it.

Yet, you can't help yourself. There are so many questions in your head, questions that you have no business to ask. But still, you're curious, and you blurt out before even giving it a second thought, "What have you been telling her? Since we've been seeing each other so often."

This catches him off guard, the hand that was cradling your face so tenderly as you let yourself get lost in your head, suddenly tenses. He slowly pulls it away and turns his body so that he's lying on his back, now staring at the ceiling. Avoiding looking at you.

His guard is up.

"Told her I have some projects at work that require extra attention. Why?"

He still doesn't look at you. Your heart crumbles.

"Don't you feel... guilty?"

He sighs and closes his eyes, purses his lips, and lets out a deep breathe that sounds labored. He props himself up on his elbow and looks down at you, his gaze remains loving, but guarded.

"What's with the questions?"

You blink at him, now you're the one who's caught off guard by his cold response. He feels guilty. Behind that tiny spec of love in his eyes, is nothing but guilt. And now worry.

He thinks you're gonna tell her.

You quickly shut down those thoughts, "Stop overthinking Kook. I'm not gonna say anything. This is a secret for me too, you know. I'd never wanna out myself as someone's fucking mistress."

You can't hide your irritation at his distrust. You don't blame him, but also, you aren't the only one in the wrong here. It takes two to commit this type of sin. He isn't innocent. And you hate knowing that all you'll ever be is his secret. A secret that he'll never cherish enough to tell or share with someone.

He furrows his brows, suddenly looking angry, "Mistress? What the fuck?"

You glance at him and scoff, "That's what I am, right? I'm your mistress. Side piece. Sneaky link. Take your pick, Jeon."

That pisses him off even further. He hates it when you refer to him as Jeon. As if you're his business partner. It feels cold. It feels wrong. He's always been Kook, Kookie, and sometimes even Koo when you can't fully get his name out while he's railing you. Jeon is reserved for impersonal encounters. Or frustration, in this situation.

He looks at you as if you've slapped him in the face, becoming animated in his frustration as he speaks, his eyebrows scrunch up as he speaks, and he sounds a bit whiny, "You aren't my mistress, don't ever call yourself that again. I love you. Fuck."

This earns him another scoff, more like a laugh, "Ha!" Is the sound that you let out, and he glares at you even further. He's nearly pouting at this point, and it takes all of your self-control not to smoosh his cheeks and kiss his face all over. It pisses you off that he can be so cute when you are feeling like such shit. You channel that anger into the problem at hand.

Your guard is up too. The mention of love will quickly bring the walls up, separating you two from each other.

"Love me? You don't love me."

He shakes his head, almost as if he's certain he heard you incorrectly. His eyes blink rapidly, and he stares at the wall with a pout on his face, thinking to himself, "Surely she didn't just say that?" It takes a few moments of him looking at you like a lost puppy for him to respond.

"Where is this coming from Y/N?"

"Do you love her too?"

You don't want to hear the answer. But you know that you need to.

His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his bottom lip before he bites it. A clear sign of nervousness. He's overthinking. Considering his words carefully.

He sighs before he responds, tilting his head to one side as if it'll help him understand your sudden cold mood, "Can you explain to me what the sudden change is? I don't understand why you're asking these kinds of questions all of a sudden."

He avoided the question.

Your anger rises.

"Would you leave her for me?"

You make sure to look him directly in his eyes, wanting to relay how absolutely serious you're being. You won't back down. You feel that you selfishly deserve answers after everything. Even if you're guilty.

"Y/N, you know that's not an easy question. I can't just leave my wife. I've built a life with her. Shit isn't easy."

Not a straight answer, but it is a straight punch in the gut.

The hurt disguised as anger reaches the surface, overflowing, leaking into every crack of your being.

Enough.

You hastily get off of the bed, picking up pieces of your clothes to quickly dress yourself. You feel too vulnerable. You want to hide. You need to cover yourself in some way.

"Y/N, what is happening? Talk to me please."

You don't answer. He's looking at you as if he's silently panicking. As if his entire world is about to come crashing down, and he's having to watch. He doesn't know what to do. And he can feel what's coming. What you promised yourself would happen tonight.

"I want to stop this, Jungkook."

He stills. As if he's becoming a statue. One look at him, and you second guess whether or not you're Medusa, and fear that he may soon crumble into dust.

"Why?" He nearly whispers, and his voice cracks, and oh fuck, it takes everything in you to not run over and cradle him as if he's a baby. Your baby.

But he isn't. That's the problem here.

"Because, Kook, I can't live with the guilt. I can't live with being someone's mistress. I want to get married too, at some point. I need to move on and live my life, stay open for whoever is gonna make me theirs one day."

You didn't just punch him in the gut, you took a dagger and dug it into his heart, twisted it around, and left it there. He's hurt. So hurt. He wishes that you were Medusa because then he could crumble into dust instead of having to watch you walk out of his life for good. Instead of having to endure the consequences of his mistake. A mistake that he, himself, would never ever call a mistake. Maybe a tragedy, or a twist of fate, but never a mistake.

But he's like you and disguises it with anger. It's easier that way.

"You fucking serious? What do you not understand about the fact that you're not my mistress? I love you, Y/N."

As you button up your jeans, you notice that he's now standing. He's perched himself against the dresser, staring at you with an intensity that makes you nearly uncomfortable. As if he can see into the depths of your very soul. Something you do not want right now.

"No, Jungkook, you do not love me. If you loved me, things would be different. You're married, for fucks sake, and all of this is so wrong."

Jungkook is a sweetheart. Always has been. Despite his rough hands in the bedroom, never once has he not been gentle with you, even when you're snarky with him. But one thing about him is that he's petty. He can be immature when he's provoked. When he feels hurt or rejected. Like a big man-child, he acts out.

"You didn't seem to think so ten minutes ago when I was fucking your pretty little brains out, or any of the other times for that matter. What's with the change of heart? You suddenly feel guilty?"

You snap.

"I've always fucking felt guilty Jungkook! Always! It eats me alive. I can't continue doing this knowing that you're not only married but will never love me the same way that I love you. It's going to ruin me. I need to get on with my life."

He's closer now, as you button up your blouse. You ignore him. You can't bear to look at him. You want to get this over with.

"Y/N, please look at me."

He says it almost as if it's a plea for forgiveness. As if he's begging. So soft that he's nearly whispering. He regrets his outburst, not even a minute after it happened. He's too sweet. He has too big of a heart. A heart that is not yours.

But you don't look at him. You can't. You can't risk the fact that one look at him may just change your mind.

"Look. At. Me."

No longer a beg, now a demand. But you still don't look at him. He probably assumes you're being stubborn, but in reality, you're fucking scared to look at him right now. He makes you so damn weak.

You start to bend down to grab your shoes, but he grabs your arm, forcing you to face him. His touch is firm, urging you to comply, but still gentle. And when you still don't look at him, he grabs your chin in the same way, firm yet gentle, forcing you to look at him.

Don't back down.

"I love you."

But then you see it. As you look into his eyes, it mirrors your own. He loves you just as much as you love him. Eyes don’t lie. It's clear as day. Yet, all logic in your brain tells you that he's lying. How can he possibly love you when this is your relationship? Regardless of the time you spend together after the sex, you wonder if he'd even come around if sex wasn't involved.

So you push him away.

You yank your chin out of his grasp. And you spit out, "You have no idea what love is. You fuck someone else behind your wife's back. That's not love. Not for either of us. You're selfish."

You've once again hurt him. You continue taking that dagger that you left in his heart, stabbing it over and over again. Yet, no matter how many times you defile his heart, it is still beating for you.

He didn't expect this sort of reaction out of you. He didn't know what to expect, actually. He hoped that his words, and the sincerity in his gaze, would convince you. Even if you did leave. He didn't want you to leave thinking that you were no more than a good fuck to him. Because even if you don't know, you're so much more, and he has no idea how to explain it.

What you said really hurt him. He, himself, doesn't quite understand why he's put himself in this situation. He does love his wife. Or he thought that he did. Ever since you came along, he isn't so sure.

Jungkook has never cheated on anyone, even in his younger and more irresponsible days. Loyalty was always important to him. He'd rather break his partner's heart by leaving them than break their heart by cheating and making them feel as if they're not enough. Although that's exactly what he's doing with you.

He's a great liar. Something that you've always wondered about. So great that his wife is none the wiser… or maybe she just doesn’t care enough to notice.

Ever since he met you, something blossomed inside of him. It's as if there was a seed planted in his heart, all of the women that he had ever been with nurtured it and tried to get it to grow. Some did the opposite, causing it to get buried deeper inside of him and stay stagnant. But, as soon as you came along, it sprouted. A tiny leaf. A new feeling. Slowly, as you spent time together, regardless of how impure what you did was, this leaf bloomed into a beautiful flower. The petals are decorated in the various shades of you. Claiming his heart in a way that you aren't even aware of.

Not even his wife could do that.

And he's married to her. He has been for two years now. He's been in a relationship with her for four. They met freshman year of college, and the rest was history. He assumed that would be the end of it. His happily ever after.

But, he never bloomed. He didn't even know that he could bloom. Didn't know that he needed to bloom. He just thought his wife was it for him.

Until he met you.

He doesn't want to let you go, but he doesn't exactly know how to keep you either. There are options, there are always options. But none are viable. None give him a clear conscience, and regardless of how eagerly you asked him earlier, he knows that if he did leave his wife for you, you would feel guilty the entirety of your relationship. There is no good ending for you two. Every single option ends in you two living with guilt for the rest of your lives. Which ultimately would end in the downfall of you both. Chaos. Disaster. Two worlds colliding that shouldn't have to begin with. The end of the fucking world.

He doesn't want that, no matter how tempting the thought of leaving his wife is. No matter how tempting being with you forever sounds. No matter how tempting the idea of being the one to marry you one day sounds. He doesn't want you to have to live with the guilt of his own selfish decisions. He just wants you to bloom.

His wife isn't perfect. In fact, she's kind of a bitch. But he's always been able to handle her. She grew up rich, privileged, and a bit stuck up. Jungkook had an average childhood and was a bit of a delinquent in his teenage years. She clung on to the bad boy in him. Yet, she still treats him as if he's a child.

He was ok with this, didn't mind it at all… until he met you. You cared for him in a way that she never did. Regardless of this little secret being built upon a foundation of lust and infidelity, you treated him as if he were your husband instead. You cooked for him, you took care of him whenever he was drunk or hungover, you checked on him if you felt something was wrong, and you did so many little things to show him how much you cared.

He remembered the time when he was so stressed at work that he gained a few pimples. He never got pimples. Regardless of how beautiful he is, he’s still human. He gets insecure. You hated that he didn't feel beautiful.

So, you invited him over that morning before he went to work. It was unlike you. You usually save your unholy acts for the dark. So he expected that you just missed his touch.

However, when he arrived early that morning, you did no such thing. You greeted him with a big breakfast composed of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and strawberry syrup that you homemade. Something that his wife never did. She never cooked, always ordered takeout, or nagged him to cook.

After the breakfast, which was filled with innocent conversation and banter, you took him to your bathroom. You knew that his pimples were bothering him. He texted you a selfie of it the night before, followed by "I look like a fucking teenage boy :(" Something so human, so natural, caused him to doubt himself in so many ways. He held himself to such a high standard that something as simple as an inevitable stress-induced pimple made him feel less than worthy.

So, after he became stubborn and told you that he didn't want you to touch or look at them, you reassured him to trust you. And he did. So easily. You decorated his pimples with tiny little star patches, patches that you reserved for yourself and your really bad days because they were expensive as fuck on your tight budget, but he was more than worth it. He was hesitant, as he saw what you were doing. But then he looked in the mirror, and he didn't even see the pimples, he didn't even care about the girly and childish stars covering his chin and temple. He saw you, and the way you lit up as you saw him.

Inevitably, the morning ended with you two having a quickie. But it wasn't lust-filled as usual. It was something more. Something sweet.

He arrived at work no longer feeling insecure. He kept the stars on his face, regardless of how goofy they felt, they were a reminder of you. How you saw him, how you wanted to reassure him, how you wanted to protect him. Even from himself.

He had such a good day at work that day. Although, as soon as he got home and his wife saw the stars, she scolded him. Told him that they weren't manly. They made him look ridiculous and childish. Made him take them off. But it didn't matter, because the flower had bloomed fully that day.

He wanted your flower to bloom.

He wanted to make your flower bloom.

But he knew that he couldn't exactly do that when he was married. Unlike you, his flower, the one claimed by you, was surrounded by a fence. A fence composed of his wife.

Maybe a cage is more accurate.

He knew that your flower would never fully bloom as long as that cage was in place.

He knew that he needed to let you go, for your flower to bloom, no matter how much it hurt him.

So, he did. Or he tried to anyway.

He cleared his throat, fighting his tears. There were some truths behind your words, but the one prominent lie is the fact that you think he doesn't love you. He does. But he'll never convince you with the nature of your relationship.

"I... I understand. You're right. We should stop."

Your heart cracked. Your flower wilted.

He didn't deny it. He didn't fight. And a part of you was expecting him to. But you know how selfish and naive that is.

You say nothing. You grab your purse after putting on your shoes. You head for the door and hesitate as you feel his sad eyes boring into the back of your head.

You don't look at him, but you quietly bid your goodbye.

"Goodbye Jungkook. Take care of yourself... love your wife more."

And you walk. Nearly run. Desperate to escape the suffocating smell of his apartment.

He follows you but says nothing. He stops as you reach the front door. But he doesn't stop you.

Quickly, you open his front door and slam it shut, and then you freeze. You don't know why you linger, but you do. Possibly waiting for him to rush out, profess his love to you, and offer to leave his wife so that you can live happily ever after. Hope, that you have no right to hang on to.

Instead, you're greeted with a few seconds of silence. And then a bang. And then a crash. And then a scream. He's losing it. And you know you've lost him. He won't fight. He won't beg you to be his. He's lashing out because he knows that he can't.

So you take a deep breath, and you walk away. Feeling numb. Feeling alone. Feeling empty.

Dirty.

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[kookingtae]

i will love you til the end of time ♡

[bangtan-bish]

YANDERE! BTS Reaction: They kill you by accident

⚠️ WARNING: Read the title, there will be mentions of blood, violence, death, murder-suicide, and other disturbing topics. If you are uncomfortable with any of the topics above, DO NOT READ THIS! I will write more tame scenarios and fics in the future. Thank you for reading, love ya! ⚠️

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P A R K J I M I N

"I told you to stay away from him, you know he's no good!" He yelled, grabbing you by your left wrist. The anger flared up in his eyes when you tried to pull away from his grasp. "Jimin, I'm sorry, please stop!" You cried, trying to reason with him, get him to calm down and snap out of it. But you made it so much worse when you pulled away though, and you realized much too late. Blinded by rage, Jimin wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed. The terror in your eyes satisfying some sick and twisted part of his soul, the part that dictated whether you lived or not. You choked out pleas of for him to stop through the asphyxiation and

CRACK!

The light faded out of your eyes almost instantly and you stopped struggling. Your neck was craned at inhuman angle, Jimin realizes and drops you. "{___} this isn't funny, I get I overreacted, okay?" Jimin looked down at your limp, lifeless body still not registering that you are gone. "Get up!" He yelled grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, no response. The panic began to set in, "Please! Please, get up! Say something I'm begging you, I'll let you leave, just speak to me!" the room was still deathly silent, full of only his heavy, ragged breaths.

He had just killed you.

He could have sworn he felt his breath catch in his chest at the thought, felt his heart stop beating. He couldn't, no wouldn't, do this without you. You were everything to him, how could he have done this to you? To himself? He didn't even realize that the tears had started to pour from his eyes, streaming out in a steady pace that matched the apologies coming from his mouth. Continously, endlessly apologizing. 'It's not going to bring them back to us,' the voice in his head chimed in. It was right. He destroyed you with his own hands.

Atonement.

That's what he needed to do. It didn't matter anymore he just wanted your forgiveness, to see you one last time. Even if the consequences meant watching you from the deepest, darkest pits of hell. 'We deserve that...' the voice spoke up again. He had just extinguished the brightest light in the world, the sun didn't even compare to you. He deserved that all and so, so much more.

He knew what he had to do, he walked up into what used to be your shared bedroom and kneeled down in front of the closet. He opened it, reaching towards the very back of it and feeling around. He felt something cold and metallic touch the back of his hand. He slid it out and opened it. For moment he hesitated, second guessing whether this is was really happening. But he shooed the feeling away, quieting the noise in his head. He felt the coldness against him, he knew what was coming, but he had to do it.

"I'm so sorry, darling..."

BANG!

K I M T A E H Y U N G

Taehyung was usually very gentle and playful with you or anyone for that matter, but when angry, he became instantaneously violent. That was the case right now. He paced around the room, the anxiety pumping steadily through his veins then he turns to you. "I thought I taught you better than this, hmm?" He stopped in the center of the room, "Answer me, brat!" He spat walking towards you aggressively, you flinch but the hit ever comes. For the first few seconds you're scared to move because surely, that's when he'll slap you, punch you, anything. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to see my family. My sister's birthday is today." You see his jaw tighten as you watched him through the veil of your fingers. He grabs your hair and you scream so loud you're sure you've woken the neighborhood. "Taehyung, please!" You beg, he just look at you coldly and you swear you'd just seen your life flash before your eyes at the look he gives you.

Next thing you know, he's slamming your head against the bulletproof glass of his living room. You don't even have time to scream for help or ask for his forgiveness because the air is knocked out of your lungs at the force. All you can do is cry. He keeps slamming your head against the glass while screaming at you, telling you that you will never leave and you will never escape. The feeling and the sound of your skull cracking open sickens you to your stomach and you feel cold.

CRUNCH!

It takes him a while to realize you're gone. He stands over body demanding that you get up, that is until he catches a glimpse of your blood and brain-matter smeared all over his window. He feels his guts twist at the sight of the sickening mixture running down and staining the floors. Usually, he was never squeamish or sensitive to the sight of blood, he killed many of your friends; it was different this time though. "Shit, baby, I'm sorry. Wake up please, please don't leave me here alone..." there was no response. He kept shaking you shoulders for over 45 minutes, hoping you'll awaken sometime soon. You never do though.

The reality hits him hard. He cries for days and days on end until he can't shed tears anymore. And then after that, he screams until his voice won't come out. He doesn't eat nor sleep nor watch TV nor read. He just stays there holding your body, though the entire house now reeks of your death. He feels himself grow weaker and weaker by the day, but he doesn't care. All his strength and power left the moment he'd killed you. He only had the strength to hold your corpse and that's the only thing he'd have the strength to do for the rest of eternity, that's all the strength he needed. Then, finally, one week later...his body goes cold too.

J E O N J U N G K O O K

Jungkook stood over you, a dangerous look lacing the usual expressionlessness of his eyes. You never intended for him to get upset, never intended for him to even catch you. Yet here you were. You'd tried to be as sneaky as you could possibly manage. But, you weren't sneaky enough, he caught talking on the phone with your best friend. It wasn't the fact that you were talking on the phone though, it the best friend part of the story. She didn't like him, often finding ways to contact you and show up in your life to try and "rescue" you from him. It made him sick. He was lenient when it came to family members, but wasn't that enough for you? Obviously not because you just betrayed his trust.

He snatches your phone straight from your hands and throws it across the room. It hits the wall hard and falls down on the floor. You back away from him before rising from the couch, "Jungkook..." the way his name falls from your lips is panicky. "I thought that you and I had an agreement, sweetheart," He says, his voice is low and it sends a sharp fear down your spine. "I-" he raises his hands, signaling you to be quiet. "I can't believe you. I trusted that you wouldn't dare speak with that slut again." the venom that laces his words makes you feel like you should run. But don't you just stand and watch as he grows angrier and angrier with you.

"We had agreement! Wasn't that enough for you?"

He suddenly lashes out and sends a nearby vase flying towards you, it barely misses you by an inch. It hits the wall not far behind you, shattering against the wall. "It's not fair, you get to talk to whoever you want!" You gestured towards him angrily l, tired of him treating you like his child. "Why is that? It's not like my bestfriend is romantically involved with me or interested in me in that way! She has a boyfriend who actually loves her!" You shout at him. You have no clue where this suddenly powerful sense of courage has come from, but you use it to your advantage. Jungkook seems just as shocked as you are about your sudden outburst. You turn around and walk out of the room angrily, planning to ignore him for the next few days.

As you're making your way down the stairs, Jungkook follows swiftly behind you. Once he catches up with you, he pushes you and you tumble down the stair. This wouldn't be the first time he's done this. But this time, you actually get hurt and hit your head hard on the steps. You finally stop falling when you reach the bottom and Jungkook is met with the look of extreme horror frozen on your face. He knows you're dead almost instantly, but he wants so badly to deny it.

"{___}?"

"I'm sorry, forgive me. I wasn't deserving of someone like you." He sighed, the sorrow starting build up slowly up inside of him, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He loves you, at least, that's the lie he told himself over and over again. You don't kill people you love, dumbass.

The next few days are hellish for him. It's too quiet and cold without you around. He laid your body inside of the master bedroom of his house, and he's slept in the guest room instead. He feels terrible about what he did. He wants to make up to you somehow, pay the price but nothing came to mind until now. That's how he found himself here, he felt nothing as he stood there, looking at you one last time. He kicked out the chair from his feet.

"Forgive me..."

THUD!

[lovecoree]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍— 𝐉𝐉𝐊

pairing: ex bf!Jungkook x black fem!reader

Synopsis ★: what you and jungkook had was toxic, but he keeps coming back for more.

warning: kissing, hickeys, seven mv! Jungkook (cause why not), (Reader is in the talking stage with a guy), reader uses she/her prns, let me know if there’s more.

“Coming.” You quickly got up from your couch, a smile gracing your face as you opened your apartment door. It only took you to see the sleeve tattoos and all black attire to know that it wasn’t the man you were hoping to arrive thirty minutes ago. Jeon jungkook, a handsome man aka your clingy toxic ex.

Jungkook watched with a raised eyebrow seeing your smile fade away and turn into a more confused and annoying look. “Why are you here?” You asked bluntly. “Nice to meet you too.” The grin you wanted to wipe away plastered his face as he barged into your apartment, not caring if you protest.

Simply taking off his shoes and looking around the familiar area he used to stay over. “You decorated more.” Jungkook hummed taking in the main color theme of pink and white, jungkook’s clothing basically being the only odd color in the place.

Shutting the door you watched his back as you waited for him to turn and look at you, which he did looking you up and down slowly. “Why are you here jungkook.” You asked once again, hoping it will be the last time repeating your question. Jungkook shrugged making his way to the comfy couch. “I missed you.” He said stating the obvious.

It was half true, he also wanted to see if it was true or not that you were seeing another guy after seeing your instagram story. Let’s just say jungkook made a fake page to see what you were doing now and then after you blocked him. “Jungkook, when are you going to move on?” The frustration was evident in your tone, trying to figure out if he’s making it hard to avoid him or you honestly wished he moved on.

Jungkook played with his lip ring out of habit whenever he’s in his own world, big doe eyes in a daze as he man spread even more. His grin finally coming back onto his face as he looked at you after thinking. “I don’t want to.” Easy for him to say. Monday through Friday you encountered him, it’s Saturday morning which means you’ll be seeing him Sunday as well. Can’t get rid of him easily.

You walked closer to jungkook putting a hand on your hip as you sized him up and down. Can’t lie, the man looked so fine right now it was hard to focus. “You’re being clingy, I’m pretty sure you have another girl waiting for you.” You said with a tight lip smile only causing jungkook to laugh.

“You’re right I do, but I don’t want her I want you.” He said with a pout. Jungkook leaned up a little to reach out for you, grabbing your hand and easily pulling you on top off him causing you to straddle his lap. “Jungkook!” Looking at him with wide eyes, you try to get off his lap, but he just held your waist tighter to stop all movements. He bit his lip as he took in your outfit.

You wore a nice baby pink raspberry petit fours wrap top set with a gold heart necklace that surprisingly jungkook gifted you on your birthday. Y’all aren’t together anymore, but that doesn’t mean you should stop wearing the pretty jewelry he bought you.

“You look nice, going to meet with someone.” His hands slowly rubbed up and down your waist teasingly as he looked at you. “Yes infact I am.” You didn’t want to tell him that your date probably— most likely stood you up, for some reason you don’t even know. The hours you spent to look pretty was suddenly feeling like it was going to waste.

“Hmm really? I thought you got all pretty for me.” The nice smell of vanilla radiating from you made jungkook almost let out a groan wanting nothing more than to take you on this couch right now. “Not everything is about you jungkook.” I said tilting my head.

Jungkook pulled your body even closer. “Admit it, you miss me.” His voice was husky and stern. One thing jungkook wasn’t, was stupid. He can see right through your facade that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. Forget the whole toxic stuff, he still was crazy in love with you.

You didn’t want to feed into jungkook’s ego, you were too stubborn, but the way he held you and looked at you with the sexiest look he could pull off was driving you crazy. You didn’t understand how such a toxic man can make you feel this type of way, only jungkook can that’s for sure. Jungkook loved everything about you, it was just his actions that fucked things up for you both.

You looked at his lips seeing him play with his lip ring waiting for a response. “Any day now pretty.” He said calmly knowing the affect he has on you, grinning seeing you focused on his lips. “If I say I do, would you leave me alone?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow before laughing. “Mmm, I’ll see what I can do.” He said tilting his head.

“I miss you..a lot jungkook.”

“A lot huh?” He teased causing you to roll your eyes. He pulled you closer towards his body, face close together as his lips grazed yours. “Can I show you how much I missed you?” His voice was in a mere whisper yet husky, playing with the hem of your dress. Your body reacted before your mind can as you shook your head yes. That’s all it took for him to kiss you deeply, letting out a groan from missing your lips on his.

The kiss was passionate and rough, nothing but pure love mixed in with pleasure. Your friends would’ve called you crazy for doing this, but honestly you could care less when it comes to jungkook making your body feel loved.

The kisses he trailed down your neck turned into sucking your neck leaving hickeys as his gripped tightened on your waist. “You know I’m better than him in every way possible.” Jungkook muttered into your neck as your hands tangled into his curly mullet.

He was right, he was better than him. Your date definitely couldn’t compare and you were sure of it when he made the decision to not show up for y’all date, a text would’ve been fine to let you know he wouldn’t make it, but instead he went ghost. Sad.

Jungkook looked at the hickeys he made on my neck, loving the art work he did. “You’re addicting, you know that?” He said, effortlessly picking you up and carrying you to your room.

“What we have is toxic jungkook.” You whined out letting him place you on my bed, towering over your body as he got between your legs, looking into your eyes and already taking off his shirt revealing his muscular body and sleeve tattoo.

“I call it devotion pretty.”

[savannahrose223]

Warnings

Her psychopath  is a dark, taboo, horror romance novella with tropes and themes that are not for everyone. This book is intended to be consumed by mature readers who want their heroes unapologetically stabby and their heroines just as twisted as their love interests.

The tropes, triggers, and kinks in this book are such as stated below:

1. Sexually explicit scenes

2. Decapitation

3. Self-harm

4. Accidental castration

5. Intentional castration

6. Sex without a condom

7. Mention of suicide prevention

8. Mention of rape

9. Mentions of murder

10. Mention of child abuse & child sexual assault

11. Child sexual assault

12. Blood play

13. Knife play

14. Daddy kink

15. Pseudonecrophilia

16. Death play

17. Body modification

18. Blood painting

19. Mask kink

20. Age gap

21. Bullying

22. Mention of adoption

23. Virgin main characters

24. Step-siblings

25. Stalking

27. A hero who watches the heroine as she sleeps

28. Threats of sexual assault

29. Attempted sexual assault

30. Gun violence

31. Physical assault

32. Slapping

33. Bondage

34. Starvation

35. Mention of underage drinking

This is book is the novella version.

If u think u are being stalked call the cops because apparently this shit only look cool in fictions in reality u r gonna piss your pants !!!Enjoy the story if you wish to continue.

Your mental health matters.

[mrs-monaghan]

Be fr he sucked and bit the ice-cream THE EXACT SAME WAY he did before Jimin came near the car. The only difference is eye contact. Well someone is talking to you and obviously you'll make an eye contact. You all will make anything sexual by adding captions and slowzoom to videos

Stuck up, offended anon is talking about this post.

Fine, party pooper. Let's look at the original that has no slow mo and no zooming. JK nom noms the first time quickly and starts chewing. But when he sees Jimin, he lingers or rather prolongs the biting process. Which makes it look like he's sucking on the ice cream

JK has always been a biter.

Now let's go back to the moment at hand. For science.

JK did what he did on purpose. And he did what he did as soon as Jimin showed up. That's because JK sucks Jimin's d!ck. And he was teasing him about it. Admit it, don't admit it, that's not my problem

[trevsinz]

Like or rb if save.

[speedychildnight]

FOREVER MINE|| JUNGKOOK FF

Tropes:

Childhood love

Cold X Grumpy

Slow burn ❤️‍🔥

Important notice: If you wanna read the whole ff go to Wattpad and read.... The story is on hold but will be published on 15 April...

Let's Start......

Chapter 1

"He is mine. Only mine. Stay away from him. This is the last warning." Said a middle school girl to a group of girls.

???: What are you saying Ynieee, we are still underage.

Girls' Group: Look Jungkook Oppa also don't want you to say that.

Yn: Jungkook!?

Jungkook to Girls' Group: First of all don't call me Oppa. 2nd, don't come near me and 3rd, don't bully her. Let's go Yn.

He grabbed your hand and walked towards the classroom.

You again turn towards them and stick your tongue out then again turn in front.

3 YEARS LATER...

Yn: If I saw it again that any of you were looking at my Kookie or trying to hit on him, I will pull your eyeball. And trust me I am not lying.

Jungkook: YN!! STOP IT!! YOU'RE MAKING SCENE. WE ARE NOW HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS.

He raised his voice.

Yn: Kookie why are you raising your voice at me? I am doing this for your own good.

Jungkook: I don't need that please don't lower my image anymore.

Yn: Jungkook!?

You said it out of disbelief.

And Jungkook knows how emotional you are. And you only call him by his full name only you're upset with him. But it's his nature what he can do.

Yn: Okay I am sorry.

You said to him in a low voice and after that, you heard that the whole class was laughing. So you ran out of the class.

Other hand Jungkook ran his hand through his hair. He thought something for some moment then dashed out of the classroom being worried.

He started searching for you in the whole school but didn't find you anywhere. Then he came to the back garden, cause you like nature a lot. And there he saw you sitting under a tree and sobbing badly.

Jungkook: Yn....

As soon as you heard his voice you rapidly wiped your tears and got up from your place and about to go. But Jungkook is fast enough to hold your hand.

Yn: Jungkook I already said sorry....

Jungkook: No Yn I should say sorry to you. I am sorry.... Here....

He gave you your favourite lollipop while begging for forgiveness.

But unexpectedly you jumped on him and hugged him with a wide smile.

Yn: Thanks Kookie. Okay, you are forgiven.

Jungkook: Thank you Her Highness. Now let's go?

Yn: Yessssssssssss. Let's goooooo.

Jungkook chuckled at your cuteness.

Jungkook: Okay so our last class teacher is absent can we go home early and cuddle?

Yn: Yup. Let's goooooo.

Yeah, you both are neighbours. Both of your family are more than neighbours. Both of you are Korea's top 2 billionaire's son and daughter. They are best friends so you two also became best friends.

You only have Jungkook as a friend and also Jungkook only have you as a friend. So both of you take care of each other. Just you're childish while Jungkook is mature. And also there are no secrets between you.

You always slept together since childhood. Your parents never complained about it even though they like it.

You lost your father 5 years ago whom you loved the most in this whole world. So you went into depression for more than 6 months.

At last, your mom and Jungkook's family went to a psychologist. And with his help, you recovered. He again doesn't wanna you to go into depression again. That's why he cares for you like a flower. Cause he can't see you in pain.

Chapter 2

After some hours....

Jungkook came into your house while your mom was packing things.

Yn/M: Oh Jungkook you came. Thank God. Can you help me dear?

Jungkook: Why are you asking like that Aunty? Just order me.

Your mom smiled a little to see his behaviour.

Yn/M: Okay so you have to take care of a baby. Can you?

Jungkook: Yeah of course I am an expert at taking care of that baby. Don't worry Aunty. Anyway, are you going to the office?

Yn/M: Not in the office. Me and your parents are going to the same destination.

Jungkook: Oh you're also going to Hawaii? Good then. Bye and take care of yourself.

Yn/M: Yes you too and also my Yniee's. Cause only I can trust you.

Jungkook: Rest assured Aunty.

Yn: Gosh do you guys wanna write a noble about me?

Your mom chuckled a bit and then hugged you.

Yn/M: Take care of yourself, baby. I am going okay?

Yn: Till when will you come?

Yn/M: This time I don't know dear. If everything goes well it will be completed in 1 year though our project is really a big one.

Yn: Does that mean there is no way that you can join my graduation ceremony?

Yn/M: I am so sorry dear. I know I am gonna miss a big day of your life. But believe me, I will always be with you. Maybe not physically but mentally.

Yn: I will miss you mumma. After two weeks I am going to graduate from high school. Can you at least video-call me?

Yn/M: Of course dear I will. And you two take care of each other. Get a good university okay?

Yn & Jungkook: Yes!!

???: Yes she is right. Take care of each other and also help each other. We will try to come back soon.

Jungkook's parents came out of nowhere and told them and after that, they left.

[Your mom took over your father's business after your dad died. So she got too busy. But she never forgets to take care of yourself.]

You were hugging Jungkook while sobbing, cause you never lived without your mom before. And he was caressing your back.

Jungkook: It's okay Yn. Don't be sad. They are doing this for us. So we also have to give them a special reward for their hard work.

Yn: What reward?

Jungkook: By getting a chance at a good university. Are you ready?

Yn: Yessssssssssss.

[Both of you are toppers. He is the 1st topper and you're the 2nd topper. No one can catch you both in your studies. Just you're a little weak in math. But with Jungkook's help you get a good grade in math also]

Jungkook: Yn....did you eat something?

Yn: Yes. But I am craving for some snacks now.

Jungkook: Okay let's grab some snacks and go for study.

Yn: Okiee.

You were reading Biology.

Yn: Look Jungkook...

Jungkook: What happened? Where are you stuck?

Yn: Look at the women's breasts. It is also big like mine.

You pointed towards your book's cartoon model. [You all know what is it. I don't think I need to explain it more]

Jungkook: W-what a-are y-you talking about?

Yn: What!! I am serious Jungkook my previous bra's aren't fitting nowadays. I have to change it all. But mom is gone. With whom I will go? Oh gosh.

Jungkook: There are a lot of guards who can drive you to the mall.

Yn: You stupid Kookie. They can't tell me which one fits me well and not. And I also have no friends. What should I do?

Jungkook: Y-you need others to check it for you? Then you can wait until Aunty come.

Yn: But Jungkook you know my boobs are paining for those small bra's.

Jungkook's face became full red by then.

Jungkook: Y-yn enough of study today. I know both of us can crack tomorrow's Bio exam. We need rest now let's sleep.

Yn: Yeah okay. But Jungkook are you having a fever?

Jungkook: No. Why????

Yn: Your face is full red.

Jungkook: Y-yn l-let's sleep.

Yn: Okiee. I couldn't able to sleep for a few days because of an exam. Tomorrow is the last and the easy one so I want cuddles now.

Jungkook: O-okay.

You both went to sleep and you hugged Jungkook tightly. But he was feeling something else.

Jungkook: Yn......

Chapter 3

Jungkook: Yn......

Yn: Hmmm?

Jungkook: Y-you a-aren't w-wearing anything u-under y-your n-night s-su-suit? *stuttering*

Yn: Ofo Kookie how will you understand that my boobs are getting bigger and bigger day by day. I can't control it. Even I decided that I won't wear bra at the house. Only wear it when I will go outside. By the way, you can go with me to buy a bra.

Jungkook started regretting to ask that question. Cause he knew that you tell him every single thing. Even if it's about your body.

Jungkook: Yn you know what I am so sleepy. Let's sleep now?

Yn: Yes. Who asked you to not sleep?

After some seconds...

Yn: Kookie....

You called him but didn't get any response.

Yn: Kookie ~ Koo~ hey are you already asleep?

You pocked his cheek with your index finger.

Jungkook: Nope. Tell me what happened?

Yn: Ummm.... Kookie which University you wanna go?

Jungkook: Of course Seoul National University. It's the best.

Yn: Then let's go there together.

Jungkook: Of course.

Yn: Then let's make a pinky promise that we will go together.

Jungkook: Okay pinky promise.

He held your pinky with his pinky which you held in front of him.

Yn: Okay good night Koo.

Jungkook: Hmm good night.

Yn: Huh!

Jungkook: What happened now?

Yn: I gave you this many Nick names but look at you you never gave me one.

You wiped your invisible tears.

Jungkook: *chuckled* OK ok drama queen I will give you it after getting admission to our dream uni okay?

Yn: Okay...

You hugged him more tightly and slept in his embrace. Jungkook chuckled after seeing your cuteness and then did the same as you.

Next day at school....

Teacher: Students do you think it's our last day together? No dear. Our principal set a new rule from this year.

Students: What is it, teacher?

Teacher: Our principal decided to teach all students for their upcoming college/University entrance exams.

Students: Yay!!!!!!!!

Everyone yelled in joy.

The teacher left.

Yn: Kookie let's go home today early and let's start our study from tomorrow. How's my idea?

Jungkook: Okk. As you wish.

Yn: You know I got 2 new things. No 1 is projector and No 2 is VR. Which one should we use today?

Jungkook: How about both? First, we will play with VR then we will watch a movie while cuddling. How's my idea?

You and Jungkook were laughing at your ideas and the whole class was burning in jealousy.

Suddenly someone came towards your desk.

Random girl: Jungkook Oppa (I don't know why they call him Oppa.) Which college/University you wanna take admission to?

Jungkook: Well, I haven't decided it yet. I will decide with my entrance marks. Thanks for asking.

He told her with an expressionless face and the girl went away.

Yn: Kookie why didn't you tell her?

Jungkook: Cause I don't wanna same drama also in my University.

Yn: But I think you will also gonna become a heartthrob there.

Jungkook: Whatever... I don't wanna be. And think about yourself. You will also become something like that...

Yn:  Okay Kook wait here. I have to use washroom. I will be back soon. Then we will go home. Okiee?

Jungkook: Okay. Go go.

You went from there...

At washroom....

You did your business and were returning to your class but someone pushed you from behind and you fell...

Yn: WTH.....You!?!?

???: Yeah it's mee. Nice to meet you dear.....

Excited.....???? Wanna read more??? Okay I will publish three more chapters here. Then you have to go to Wattpad and read there.

Wattpad ID- @Lil_cutie2005

[back2bluesidex]

Waking up to Global Citizen live, 3D announcement, hybe hinting a "MoRe mATuRE side of Jungkook", Jungkook coming live, Jin commenting exactly 7 times.

Did I miss anything else?

[kookminlibrary]

Seeds of a Broken Heart by annie_vi

Vorfreude (noun): a feeling of joyful anticipation for something pleasurable or something desired in the future.

OR: In the midst of training to audition for a selective and prestigious dance company, Jeon Jeongguk meets an enigmatic, big-mouthed, experienced dancer with the same passion and the same endgame – or so he thinks.

[mikrokosmos-fics]

sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it were mine) by fatal (cumrich)

[ggukkiereads]

Can you help me find the jk series where yn has the ability to know the pain of others by holding their hands.Once she went to party and there she asks Jungkook is he okay and then the story begins

🌷 One of my holygrailfics =) This is Take my Hands Now by @manggojooz

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[echoesofadream]

I feel like the thing artists feel on stage is a sort of high that could nearly be compared to drugs and like that's why they cling to this attention even outside of stage and like jungkook just said no thats not a problem to separate who I am on stage and outside of stage because its the same person. and we joke about his parasocial relationship to army but I like can not tell if his approach is healthy or not. cause either he's like the only or one of few artist on earth who managed to handle this problem so easily, maybe because he's really meant to be on stage like born for it, he IS special (not biased lmao..) and maybe that's why he somehow doesn't have a problem. but I feel like the other members have described or hinted at a feeling of emptiness off stage and I just wonder does jungkook not feel that. when he goes live that much is it because he sincerely just treasures that bond with army or because he craves the attention and the high? I really wonder

this didnt fit in the tags but I think that jungkook is just living in the present and I feel for as long as hes an idol hes gonna be that 100% and like live for his fans and idk if thats healthy but hes probably fine. its just like the kind of person he is and hes probably after he stops being an idol gonna like get married and have a family, then thats gonna be his 100% focus instead so yeah hes probably okay. hopefully

[trevsinz]

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[rosethornarchive]

— COVERING THE MARBLE SEAMS —

CHPT. 4 – WHERE DO WE GO?

🌙21k+ words🌙

🌒Mature

🌒JiKook

🌒Dark Fantasy

🌒Mystery

🌒Greek Mythology

The fast turning of Jungkook's life hits him harder than he anticipated. His own actions came up so quick that the opportunity to think about what he'd done came and gone. And now, there was no going back for either his or Jimin's actions.

This is where the story truly begins.

[callicoversy]

Where the Wild Wyverns Roam

Summary:

Mirror mirror on the wall...

...isn't that what they say...

With whom will I fall in love...?

What if you looked at the magic mirror on the wall and you could see the one who will steal your heart?

But... what if the mirror on the wall showed you your greatest enemy instead?

Prince Jeongguk is after the beast who caused the destruction of his city, the death of his father, and his first heartbreak... And it's no other than a dragon called Ventus with black scales and amber eyes, who is also his fated soulmate, going by the name Taehyung.

Tags: Fantasy - Dragons, soulmates, angst, mentions of blood/death/violence, rated M, dragon shifter Tae x Prince Jeongguk, battles, happy ending

Jeongguk rides through the thick snow covering the once green valley. Tears threaten to fall on his face. Duty calls. He answers. He's the future king of this land after all.

Mirror mirror...

Such cruel fate reflected on the surface. Ice has covered everything. Flowers withering under the hands of Winter.

Jeongguk rides, crossing the once green valley to reach the lair of the man in the mirror. A man he knows well. A man who taught him how to be humble.

A teacher. A man of ethereal beauty who charmed him the first time he entered the courtyard.

Black velvet was hanging on his shoulders. Eyes sharp in the color of amber, falling like liquid silk on Prince Jeon Jeongguk's face.

Was it love at first sight? Probably... Jeongguk was 16 back then.

"Your Highness," a voice had echoed in his mind. "This is Kim Taehyung, he'll be responsible for your education from now on."

Kim Taehyung or love in disguise? Jeongguk didn't know that this man would make his soul burn.

You can read the rest on AO3. Link in title.

Note: All of my aus are part of the Callicoverse. This story is the beginning/origin story of this multiverse of stories, starting with this specific taekook pair. All the rest are reincarnations of them.