#jungkook reincarnation

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Why are the Seven Emperors suddenly doting on me?!

Prologue

pairing : bts ot7 x reader/oc

genre : angst, fluff, reincarnation au, novel au, historical au, time travel au,reverse harem, will add more.

status : soon

warnings : blood, gore, violence, misunderstandings, cursing/swearing, reader/oc is shy but only to certain people 👀, will add more.

note : reader/oc may look too timid, shy and stuff to be an Empress, but I assure you, she carries her duty very well. She’s got a whole lot of duality you see.

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You didn’t like your first life. So when you reincarnated to a novel you read, you were ecstatic. Because then, you could restart your life. You could do the things you couldn’t do before. But your thoughts paused when you realised who exactly you reincarnated as, it was The Empress. Specifically, the first Empress who was assassinated and was barely mentioned in the novel!

Now, just like in some stories, of course you tried your best to avoid your death. But you didn’t know that your actions, your words, and the way you held your own ground as the Empress to seven Emperors made the citizens of the Empire adore you with their whole heart. You were oblivious to this of course, mind too full about the novel, your death, and just surviving to even register the fact that there are people who love you. That they did not—in fact—hate your very existence.

You did escape your death, but due to your own negligence, your illness grew, and grew, and grew. Until death eventually welcomed you once again.

You were too late to realize that they did in fact cherish you, the people in the palace cared for you.

And they did not hate you.

And so, when you open your eyes once again, you were greeted with the bedroom wall.

Only to realise that you’re back again, in your second life.

And this time, you will make sure to give back the love and care they’ve given you.

(And yes, you did realise that your life was just full of misunderstandings in your part)

But there’s one problem, how do you face the seven emperors when just a small look at them makes you shy away?

This is a love story about a shy yet strong empress and seven emperors who wants to spoil their empress with everything.

[stealingpotatoes]

hello there!!!!!!!! im back!!!!!!!!!!! :D hru? how have u been? feelin' good? i hope so!!!!!!

anyways, in my mind, ahsoka has died three times i think (mortis arc, sith temple - rebels and the sea in ahsoka) and i think its funny to imagine tl4j's reactions to that

but even FUNNIER to imagine their reaction to cal, who has died hundreds (maybe even thousands) of times!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lmao.

ur opinion???

have a good day/night!!!!!!!!

~Jamie :D

huge agree on ahsoka dying 3 times and while cal dying imo is just ludonarrative dissonance, it WOULD be really funny if he had and tl4j was made up of two cockroach undead jedi, an eldritch skywalker, and also Ezra <3

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1920 - jjk [ chpt. 1 ]

→ SUMMARY: a photo of a beautiful smiling boy; an old tree in your grandparents garden ... and a feeling of sadness. all those things are connected to each other ...

→ GENRE: time travel au; changing fate au; rencarnation au; university au; death; sickness; historical setting; trigger topics; smut; dirty talk; switching between present and the past.

→ / chapt. 2

→ RATING: 18+

→ NOTE: <3 also because some people complained that i write about trigger topics: I ALWAYS write in the genre section if there will be triggers or what this au is about. i also mention the age rating. so please read all this stuff carefully and if you dont wanna read specific genres, please scroll. thanks.

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whenever fall was around the corner your parents always forced you to spent the holidays at your grandparents place. you didnt minded that because that meant you could spent all your time in their big library. as a child you discovered many gems there; starting with books about warriors and ending with stories about dragons. so it was no suprise for your grandma that you hugged her with the biggest smile on your face after exiting the car. the weather was nice while the dry leaves crunched softly under your shoes. before you entered the mansion, you putted your luggage into your grandpas hands. every other family member would had been mad at you but not him. he knew how badly you wanted to run into the library, so you could stick your nose back into those big books. on the way inside you nearly slipped on the stone floor at the entrance hall. the grey stones were always so smooth that many already slipped there. including your grandpa who "broke" one of his legs because of it. as you ran down the hallway you could already see the big wooden door. right behind it was your paradise, a paradise full of stories about the past. with both hands you opened the heavy door and was greeted with the scent of old books. it really felt like heaven as the door closed automatically behind you. nothing could stop you anymore as you roamed through the various shelves. most of the books were already known to you, so you searched for new ones every visit; knowing your grandma would hide them between the other books. it took you 2 minutes to finally reach your favourite spot in the library, an open space with big windows and a single desk in the middle of it. to your suprise a book was laying there, wide open and ready to be investigated by you. strange, your grandparents would never leave a book in the open, especially with the sunlight shining on it. they always mumble things about "old books" and "they need to be protected properly". well, it wasnt your problem anyways so you crept closer and took a seat on the wooden chair. on first glance the book didnt looked interesting, some pictures were in it but that was all. most of the text was unreadable, indicating that this is a super old book. as you flipped through the pages a loud noise behind you, starteled you. as you turned around in the chair, your ellbow bumped against the book; pushing it to the edge of the desk. before it could hit the ground you were able to catch it. in the process a picture fell out from between the pages. weird, that wasnt there before. after you put the book back onto the table, your hand reached out for the picture on the ground.

the paper felt old between your fingertips and you were scared you could break it. carefully you twisted it, curious you squinted your eyes as you were finally able to look at the picture itself. your eyes met with a young beautiful boy, he smiled at the camera ... or at something behind the camera. something about his face told you that you know him which wasnt possible right? eagerly you turned the picture again but on the back was no description .. only a date; 1920. it was really old. after putting the picture back on the table you started to flip through the pages of the book again. there, between the last three pages were more pictures. some were glued on the pages but others arent. on every single one of them was only the date "1920" written, nothing more. it was also always the same boy, over and over again. as you kept looking at him something inside of you started to sting.

"who are you ..?"

whispering to yourself you turned to the last page, thats when another photo slid towards you. on it was a big tree with the boy leaning against it. as you grabbed it your hand started to shake, who would make such a picture? the boy didnt smiled or laughed like the other pics you saw about him. this time his face looked peaceful, one hand rested on his stomach. the pic was kinda brownish but you were able to recognize that the dark spot on his stomach, was blood. out of nowhere your head started to hurt badly. the pictured slipped out of your hand as you grabbed your head with both hands. something was wrong with you; a faint voice was heard inside your head ... and something which sounded like crying?

"no...no! wake up! you cant leave me like this! please! ... you promised you would stay, you promised we would ... grow old together ... please dont leave me Jungkook!"

pressing your eyes together you grabbed the photo again; as you turned it there was only one single sentence; sorry that i couldnt save you. it was nearly unreadable. turning the picture back, the pain inside your head slowly fainted. Jungkook ... you never heard that name before in your life. is this boy Jungkook? for a moment your gaze went to the big windows in front of you and thats when you finally noticed it.

with a fast motion you pushed the chair back, not caring that it made a loud noise after hitting the ground. on the way outside of the library you nearly slipped again and also bumped into your grandma. the confused look on her face was more than visible as you said sorry to her and kept running towards the entrance. cold sweat was running down your neck as you crossed the flower fields of your grandparents garden. your grandma will be mad with you later but that didnt mattered right now. out of breath your feet finally came to a stop as you reached the top of a small hill. the view from here was breathtaking but thats not the thing which drew you here. slowly you lifted your hand up, still holding the picture as you looked at it. the location was the same, this was the same damn tree. what happened here? why does your grandma have those pictures and why does this young man seemed so familiar to you? no matter how hard you tried to remember it, no one came to mind.

exhausted you walked over to the tree just to sit down against it, like the boy in the picture did. so, this was the place he died but what had happened to him? why was he bleeding and why did you heard the crying voice of a woman inside your head? again your heart started to ache all of a sudden. this wasnt normal.

"were you looking for me?"

a voice and a touch on your shoulder made you jump. the moment you turned around, no one was there. your mind played tricks on you, yeah that must be it. the long drive and the lack of sleep was getting to you ... nothing more.

"dont act dumb, i know you like roses"

there it was again

"w-who is there?" pressing the picture against your chest you kept looking around.

silence. slowly you took a step closer to the tree

"you know, your smile always reminded me of sunshine"

you froze. slowly you reached out for the tree and before your fingertips were able to touch it ... a strong wind came up.

"dont be shy! this will be awesome!"

"Wha--....AAAAAH!"

out of nowhere someone pushed you. fast you closed your eyes, waiting for the impact of the tree against your face ... but it didnt came. somehow you ended up on the soft grass, hitting your head on the ground. the pounding pain made it hard for you to stand up again, so the first thing you did was sit up. holding your head with one hand you tried to search for the picture with the other one. it was gone, the picture was really gone. how were you able to lose a picture just because of a stupid fall? your grandma will kill you if she finds out about it. still rubbing your head you looked around, somehow the tree ended up behind you. its almost like you fell right through it. after your eyes scanned the area they went back to the spot where the mansion of your relatives was standing but .. what was that? right there were the mansion was earlier ... was another house. a house you never saw before in your entire life. this cant be right, something was horribly wrong. hectic you were searching for that picture in the grass, sliding around on your knees not caring if your jeans will get dirty.

as you crawled through the grass your right hand touched something smooth? slowly your head turned forward again, the thing your hand was touching; was a shoe. a black and shiny shoe. your gulping was louder than intended as you slowly looked up. every possible scenario was playing inside your head but not the sight you were met with. above you were a young man, with the brightest smile and in one hand he held the picture you were looking for.

"i think you lost this?"

a bit clumsy you got back to your feet as you took the picture back with a small; thank you. to your relief the picture wasnt damaged, a sigh escaped your mouth as you turned back to the man. after doing that you immediately stumbeled a few steps back. thats not possible. this is a damn dream. seeing your shocked face the man scratched himself on his cheek a bit.

"i-its you.."

your voice cracked as you sunk back into the grass. right in front of you stood the man of the various pictures. the man who leaned against a tree, dead ... the man who left a heartbroken girl behind as he had died.

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As Fate Would Have It | MYG JJK

▻ As Fate Would Have It ↳ Producer!Yoongi x Bartender&TattooApprentice!Jungkook ⤜ Reincarnation/Soulmates AU ⤜ Strangers to Lovers | smut, mild fluff, angst ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 15,436 ⤜ Summary: Jungkook is only trying to get by, and Yoongi just so happens to be in the right place at the right time. Some call it luck; others might call it coincidence. But, as fate would have it…it’s an inevitable meeting of burning hearts that’s a thousand years in the making. ⚠️ Crass language, drinking, smoking, vaginal sex, anal sex (mm), almost-blowjob, cum licking, thoughts of masturbation, kissing, anal fingering, full blow job, cum swallowing, dick stroking, mild begging

Chapter 1: 'Kismet' My Ass

Chapter 2: A Thousand Lifetimes & It's Always You

This story is complete.

A/N: This is for the extrodiary @downbad4yoongi. Thank you for trusting me with your wants and desires. Congrats on your win last award season 💜 I hope you enjoy this Yoonkook treat!

A/N: A special thank you to @star-my @lo1k-diamonds @peachiilovesot7 and @lunarelle1013 for their unfailing beta services during various stages of this project!

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jungkook is who what now

he's princess diana reincarnated. keep up

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Chapter 50: Ready to Play...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/AMBW/Ghosts

💜Warnings: Adult Language/Adult Content/Murder/Blood/Attack by stalker/Strangulation/Magik/Spells/Rituals/Bondage

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 7,445

To say that these past couple of days have been eventful would be an understatement and the crew is more than pleased that it’s finally over. Even with the tensions still high in the house, Tia takes comfort in knowing that she hasn’t had to be in this house alone and knowing that her men will do anything to keep her safe.

“Well, today has been…interesting,” Jin says to Tia after the other men leave them in the library to speak privately. Some of the guys head upstairs, unwinding for the evening, minus Taehyung and Jungkook who leave briefly but return before Hoseok and Namjoon who have gone to the hospital to see John.

“That it has,” she rasps, hating that this conversation feels more like a goodbye is on its way. “I can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me. I can only imagine what you’ve been through after coming here.”

“Me? I only did what I could do to help. It has been worth it, though, because I was able to meet you guys.” He returns Tia’s bashful smile and after a short pause, Jin continues, “How are you feeling now that things have settled down? Now that Tilly and the guys are gone?”

“It’s crazy because, of course, I’m glad that all the drama is finally over, but I feel like a part of me is missing. Like, I don’t know what to do next. I don’t know what to do with myself without her. I’m so confused,” she says, pausing to collect herself. “I don’t even know which experiences, which choices of my life were mine and which parts were hers. ”

“Wow. I can’t imagine how confusing things must feel for you right now. Like, it’s bittersweet. Tilly was a part of you and had been with you for your entire life, but I’m sure you are ecstatic that things are over with those brothers, seeing as it sounds like you all have been through hell thanks to them,” he empathizes after hearing the details of what they endured thanks to the Burtons. He can remember how upset and angry he felt as Tia and the guys filled him in. The anger that bubbled to the surface was akin to hearing of someone hurting your family. Something much more than one may typically feel for individuals they just met.

Family. That’s it!

The connection that he feels to these people is like family…people you would do absolutely anything for and in order to protect. “Look, I know you don’t know me like that but I believe that you will be able to figure things out for yourself. You’re not giving yourself enough credit, Tia. You are still just as smart, beautiful, and gifted alone as you were with Tilly.”

“You are so sweet. Thank you for saying that.” She didn’t realize how much she needed to hear it until he spoke it aloud. “That really means a lot, especially coming from an overachiever like yourself,” Tia says and looks up mischievously at Jin.

“Huh?”

“I mean, you saved my life two times within two days… A bit excessive, don’t you think?” She has always coped with humor, whether to deal with her trauma, in uncomfortable situations, or when given compliments.

The laugh he let out seems to come from his soul, and seems to warm Tia’s. His deep rumble of laughter is like music to her ears and she needs to hear this as often as possible. This side of him makes her take notice of how handsome he really is. Yeah, she thought he was handsome from the moment they locked eyes. If she's being honest, even his voice, the life raft she clung to yesterday, is attractive. But it's something about watching the joy wash over his face that catches her off guard. There is no other man, excluding her loves, on the face of this earth more handsome than Jin. Mr. Worldwide Handsome.

He finally catches his breath and says, “ You have jokes, huh? Well, I must admit that this is a first for me. You going to these lengths to make an impression on me is odd, but I’m here for it.”

“All I heard was that I’ve made an impression on you. Hopefully a good one.”

“A great one,” he replies, which causes Tia to flash a half-suppressed smile with Jin matching her banter.

“Again. I really hope that I’m not overstepping when I say this-” he starts.

“Jin, I promise that I will not take offense to anything you have to say, but please…Stop saying things like that. You are not ‘overstepping’ at all and I do know you! I’ve, evidently, known you my entire life. Yesterday, I could feel you even before I saw you, and meeting your past self today just confirmed that feeling. You belong here with us; with me.”

After taking a moment to allow the tightness in his throat to subside, Jin speaks with tears brimming at his waterline. “Wow. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that from you,” he says, mirroring Tia’s unspoken thoughts. “Honestly, this is the first time I’ve felt like I truly belonged anywhere. When I laid eyes on your face for the first time yesterday, even considering the circumstances, I wanted to be there for you, to comfort you, to make sure you were okay. It doesn’t make sense the way that I was ready to do any and everything to ensure your safety. The way that I was drawn to you, to all of you, I had a feeling that this connection would be something special. When I had to leave to go to the police station, I felt like someone was ripping my heart from my chest. I wanted nothing more than to stay here with you. To take care of you. And if that wasn’t enough, seeing the spirit of the man I was in my past life definitely confirmed it all for me, too.”

A comfortable silence surrounds them as they sit simply enjoying each other’s presence before Tia asks, “Oh, you were saying something before?”

“I was just going to say, about the guys earlier…”

“Yeah?”

“Tia,” he pauses briefly. “Those men love you with everything that they are. Hell, the way that I feel about you... I’d do anything to make sure you are okay and this is just day one for us. You can’t be mad at those men for loving you the way that they do. They are just as upset as you are, only thinking of putting themselves between you and danger. Shit, after hearing about Tilly’s life with her guys, we’ve felt this way for a couple of lifetimes now. Just like you want to protect them, we want to protect you.”

“I know, but…”

“No but, Tia. Please, just try to be more understanding instead of defensive. Can you do that? For me?”

“Yes. I will,” Tia agrees, very receptive to Jin’s gentle dominance.

The pair continues to talk with him telling her more about himself, his upbringing, and his profession. He even tells her about his day leading up to him meeting them.

“Holy shit! So you came here to deliver food from your restaurant and got caught up in all of this?”

“Well, I don’t see it like that. I’m thankful, actually. Looking back over my day, while I had no intentions to partake in an adventure, life had other plans. I had no intentions to go into the restaurant yesterday morning but one of my guys just happened to call in sick, so I was helping out, just being a team player-”

“Being a good boss and leading by example,” Tia adds.

“Trying to, yeah. And,” Jin pauses for a moment and shifts his body to face Tia, “honestly, this may sound crazy, but the entire day was strange. You know those days that just feel scripted? Like, of course you have free will to make your own decisions but you can also choose to follow the script. I felt compelled to go to the restaurant to help, compelled to carry my weapon, compelled to deliver your order…it’s like I was fated to come here. To meet you. Thankfully, the stars aligned in a very specific way, with their only goal for the day being to lead me to you and to the guys,” he says with a serious tone. “I just wish the circumstances were better for your sake.”

“I’m okay, I promise. My voice will be back to normal and my bruises will be all healed before we know it. I do think that it will take some time for us all to heal mentally, though. I can give you the contact information for my therapist, if you want, or maybe she could do a group session for all of us. I do realize that it’s not just about me and I’m not the only one that has had a tough couple of days. I was thinking about you last night but couldn’t reach out. I didn’t have your contact information. But, how are you? I’m sure you didn’t plan on being traumatized by being put in a situation where you’d have to do what you had to do, either.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s definitely been rough. I’ve not been able to get the image out of my mind. Honestly, I’ve never even had to use my firearm to harm another person, only shooting at the range and at targets. Shit, let’s just call it what it is. I killed someone, Tia. I’m a murderer and taking that man’s life and the visions of the aftermath will haunt me for the rest of my life, that’s for sure.” he pauses in an attempt to hold back his tears, however the pain he is feeling is evident to Tia. “But, I only did what I had to do, right? This doesn’t make me a bad person. I didn’t have a choice. Right?”

“Oh, Jin,” Tia says as she watches the tears finally fall from his eyes and she reaches out to rub them away with her thumb before pulling him into the warmest embrace, caressing his back. She lets him cry, his shoulders heaving as he silently sobs into her shirt. Unable to hold back her own tears, she tries to take some of his pain, hoping to ease the burden on his heart.

“I’m thankful the stars decided to send you here, too. Not only because the day could have ended very differently had you not come, but because, I got to meet you, to talk to you, to hear your voice, to touch you,” Tia says as her heart pounds in her chest. She wonders if he can feel it as she’s so close to him right now.

Eventually, he pulls back and looks at Tia, watching as she nervously shifts her eyes between his, taking in his features, and he does the same. Her eyes trace the line of his full, plush lips wanting nothing more in this moment than to feel them against her own. The sweet smell of vanilla that he’s come to find comfort in seems to intensify, the aroma damn near inebriating and irresistible, causes his mouth to water.

Something about her last statement causes Jin to chase the satiation he’s been craving all fucking day. He cups the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Their lips collide passionately conveying the desire that's been simmering all day.

This kiss is deep and enchanting, causing her to leak with desire. Tiny whimpers and moans collect between the both of them, the anticipation and their need for each other is obvious. He reaches over to pull Tia toward him, and without pulling away from the kiss, she goes willingly, finding herself straddling his lap and wrapped up in his arms. The heat from her core warms his now hardened dick and it jumps underneath her, begging for release, to feel her warmth smear across his skin. 

Tia nearly shatters and her tummy begins to tingle when he takes her bottom lip into his mouth, giving it a few firm sucks, then licks it, creating a contrast of sensations. When his tongue slithers into her mouth, he uses it to explore, much like he would if her were eating her out. And for that, he can not wait! His heart is racing at the thought of the other guys walking in on them, but it's almost like he can't control himself. He has to have her. His big hands finds their way to the rounds of her ass, and he massages them firmly, enjoying how thick and soft she feels. Tia moans even more, she nibbles at his lower lip, and begins to rock her hips slightly. They are so drunk off of each other, it would take something extraordinary to pry them apart. Just as Jin slides his hands up to her hips and starts to tug at the waistband of her underwear, she stops him.

'Don’t forget your bath. You need to cleanse that negative energy completely.'

Tia pulls away from the kiss, slightly startled, breathing heavily after hearing the sweet, southern voice in her head. She is so happy to still be connected to Tilly and is now using her discernment to listen to the call. Unfortunately, this also means that her heated exchange with Mr. Worldwide Handsome has to come to a halt.

“Fuck. I am so sorry, Jin," she whispers with her forehead against his. "I would love to continue this in a bit, but I have to fully cleanse myself of all the negative energy. I want to start anew, with a clean slate, with you, and this is the way that I can protect us all,” Tia informs him, hoping to not upset him.

“You don’t have to apologize or explain yourself to me. Do what you gotta do,” he says calmly, then pauses. “I’d better get out of here anyway. Things are going so fast and it’s already getting late. I don’t want to intrude.”

His response is like a breath of fresh air, with her only experiencing this caliber of man since initially meeting Jungkook. These men have opened her eyes to what true love and real men look like. They have also introduced her to the ability to speak her mind and her opinions without fear of pushing them away or them getting angry, taking her words as rejection. With their unconventional relationship, she seems to be blossoming and growing with the men as her fertilizer.

Jin had been at their house since late morning and now the sun has gone down completely. The hours seemed to fly by, maybe because they’ve been so busy the majority of the day fighting demons. Tia doesn’t realize when her bottom lip pokes out into a pout. She doesn't want him to leave tonight. She doesn't want him to leave, period.

“You don’t have to go. I mean, I don’t want you to go but if you have to, I’ll understand,” she says, now looking down at him from her perch on his lap. His already plump lips are now adorned by a beautiful shade of pink and they are slightly swollen.

“Are you sure?” Looking into her eyes, he searches for any indication of her granting permission for him to stay. She only has to say the word, because just as much as she wants him to stay, he wants to stay, too. Tia nods as her face brightens up with joy. “I don’t have anything going on and would love to stay here with you all if it's okay with everyone."

"Yeeeeeeeeeeees!" She hugs him tightly and her desire for him to be here warms his heart. It heats even more when she lets him know that the others will love to have him as well.

"Okay then, I'm all yours. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Tia leads Jin into the kitchen to collect the things she prepared earlier. He carries the blended herbs, following her upstairs as she rambles on about what each herb is good for and the cleansing process. He holds the glass container up to his face, trying to make out the small fragments of each ingredient.

“That’s amazing and it smells so good,” he says after sniffing at the lid. “So, essentially, this bath in combination with the smudging and the floor wash you did earlier will fully rid your environment of the negativity you’ve come in contact with these past couple of months.”

“Bingo. All of this will also continue to protect us from any ill-will from the Burton family and anybody else for that matter, combating whatever hex or tie they have to us. I grew up watching my mother do a refresh monthly, but I must admit, I’ve been slacking. I can’t help but wonder if my negligence has made us more susceptible to attacks.”

Upstairs, they find some of the guys already showered, sprawled across the massive bed giggling at something that Tia and Jin missed out on.

“What’s funny? We wanna laugh, too,” she jokes.

“Jagi! Bath time?”

“Yeah. I want to go ahead and get this done before I get too tired and lazy,” Tia answers Taehyung, who hops up from snuggling with Jimin to help get her bath ready.

“I’ll be right back. You forgot to grab something to drink. You’ll need to stay hydrated,” Jimin says.

“Huh?” Tia is obviously confused by Jimin’s statement but he’s already shuffling down the stairs before she gets her answer.

“I’ll grab your clothes,” Yoongi says. His tone is strange; sarcastic even, but Tia doesn’t give it much thought.

Jin is fascinated watching everyone’s initiative, completing a task so that Tia has one less thing to do. It seems like second nature for them. He hands the jar over to Taehyung and watches as he and Tia disappear into the bathroom. Admittedly, he feels a bit out of place, now, being the only one left in the room not assisting in some way.

“Jin! Will you come keep me company?” Tia yells to him from the bathroom just before Taehyung starts the water.

Jin walks into the massive ensuite to see Tia sitting on her vanity chair waiting and can partially see Taehyung through the fogged glass. Jin’s mind is blown as he takes in the beauty of the modern transparent, enclosed wet room that not only houses a soaking tub but also a double shower. He can tell that a lot of thought was put into this design and it seems it would be convenient and comfortable for all of them to share.

Tia and Taehyung yell over the sound of the water explaining what they are doing to a completely naked Jungkook. With frothy white lather covering his skin, he listens intently with his head sticking out from the glass door. He stares at Tia, wide eyed, with his mouth agape, taking in all that she’s saying. Beads of water sneak down the length of his hair that falls over his forehead, with some droplets catching a ride to combine and travel down his face. Once the cleansing process is described in detail completely, he flashes a smile to Jin then disappears back into the foggy expanse of the shower.

Jin stands with his back against the sink, unable to tear his eyes away from them. Just then, Jungkook turns off the shower and steps out onto the shower mat, fully comfortable with his manhood on display. Even though he’s not erect, there is a heaviness to it and his print is still visible even after he wraps his towel around his hips. When he speaks, he snaps Jin from his thoughts.

“You can go inside or have a seat on the vanity chair. Whichever is more comfortable for you,” he says, relieving some of Jin’s tension.

Another POV

“Y’all feel that?” Jungkook asks the guys as he’s coming into the main bedroom with his pajamas, preparing for his shower.

“Hell yeah! Tia is giving Little Caesars,” Taehyung answers, cuddling up with Jimin in bed. Jimin covers his face with his shirt, trying not to laugh as Jungkook just shakes his head with a smirk on his face. “I’m so ready for tonight.”

Looking thoroughly confused and slightly annoyed that it seems everyone is in on the joke but him, Yoongi asks, “Tae, what the fuck are you talking about? What does this feeling have to do with pizza? Tia is obviously aroused by Jin downstairs.”

“Bro, why are you like this?” Jungkook questions Taehyung, unable to contain his laughter, then steps into the bathroom.

“What? She is! Yoongi, can’t you feel that Tia is ‘hot and ready’? I can’t wait to have a taste,” he retorts with a deadpan expression, deadass serious, and only smiling because of the others’ laughter. Yoongi covers his smile when he sees Tia and Jin at the doorway.

“What’s so funny? We wanna laugh, too,” Tia announces when she walks into the bedroom with Jin following behind her. Her sudden appearance only causes the guys to laugh that much harder.

“Jagi! Bath time?”

Taehyung helps Tia prepare for her bath while Jungkook finishes his shower, then both men leave her to converse with Jin. Before standing up, Tia takes a couple of incense and a lighter from the vanity drawer, lights them, then places them onto the holder. When she gets up from her chair and begins to undress, Jin can’t help the rush of heat that crawls up his neck to spread across his face and ears. He’s seen the female frame numerous times before, but she is ethereal. In awe, he watches as the cotton material slides down the length of her plump, smooth skin exposing the roundness of her breasts and the fullness of her hips.

Jin bites his bottom lip, watching as her now damp panties begin to roll up onto themselves, resisting when being pulled down her thick thighs. His dick twitches at the sight of her; and the smell. Not only is she sexy, but it’s the way she steps out of the pile of clothes that circle her feet with such comfort and confidence that turns him on the most. She carries herself like she’s experienced this moment with him a million times before.

Tia walks through the shower to the back wall where the freestanding tub sits and steps into the steamy water. Jin watches as the flowers and fruit bits float atop of the water, drifting apart to make way for her to step in. He follows behind her to take a seat on the only dry wooden bench, closest to the tub. Once seated, her breasts float slightly amongst the ingredients. She takes a little water into her hand and reaches up to allow some to drip into her hair, onto the crown of her head.

Jin watches as Tia then cleanses her body, watching the delicate bubbles being left behind with each swipe. She glances at him, flashing the most heart-wrenching smile, looking like a goddess on a mission to steal his heart. He notices that when she rinses the suds, she starts from her neck, only going in downward motions. The sheen that the water creates on her skin makes her look even more tantalizing and the bits of petals that stick to her only adds to her goddess-like appearance. Tia stands after unstopping the tub’s drain, and does the same downward movements to the lower half of her body, allowing the water and ingredients to flow down the drain.

“With the combined power of each herb and fruit in this cleansing bath.

My intentions are to cleanse my mind and body of the negativity that has crossed my path.

With downward strokes I send it away from me,

to swirl down the drain and set me free.

As I step out of this bath, I am reborn, filled with love, light, and positive energy; my mind, body, and spirit restored.”

Jin remains silent this whole time, just keeping Tia company as she requested while trying to respect the process of her cleansing bath, but his curiosity is eating at him.

“Why did you rinse the lather off like that? And when you put the water on your head…It seemed very ritualistic and meticulous,” he mentions while helping Tia out of the bath, wrapping her in the large towel that was left on a hook for her.

“Thank you. Well, as I cleansed my skin of the day's dirt, sweat, or whatever else and cleansed myself of that negative energy, I released it all down the drain. Not swiping it up and around, but just down and away from me. Also, I didn’t want to get my hair soaking wet, that’s why I dripped the water onto my crown. Whenever I leave the house, over the next few days, I’ll cover my hair with a white headwrap, just to protect it as it’s one of the most powerful sources of energy. I’m feeling a little vulnerable after all of this, so I want to be safe.”

“Oh, wow. You are very knowledgeable when it comes to all of this. It’s quite fascinating. How long will you need to protect your crown?”

“Ummm, maybe a week. Well, it’s important to protect your energy in general, but when it comes to physically protecting it, it really just depends on how I’m feeling or whatever downloads I receive. I’m still learning so I honestly don’t have all of the answers to the practice.”

“I could talk to you about this all day. My eyes have definitely been opened today,” he says, rubbing the thick towel up and down her arms and back.

“So, you’re woke, huh?”

“Woke? Like, awake?”

Tia laughs at Jin’s response, and he smiles at her amusement. When they come out of the bathroom, the guys seem to be up to something and are all laughing again.

“What are y’all doing out here?” Tia looks around, studying their expressions after they disperse, and all signs are pointing to Taehyung. “Tae?”

“Damn, you’re good. You found the culprit immediately,” Yoongi says with a smirk.

“Snitch,” Taehyung jokes and erupts into laughter when Tia approaches his side of the bed to attack him with tickles.

“What did you say, huh? You’re a comedian now, I see. You’ve been kiki’ing ever since I came back up here,” Tia talks shit while tickling him breathless. “What did he say, Jimin? You’re laughing too?!”

“No!” Jimin yells when the attack is suddenly directed toward him. “Yoongi! Help,” he pleads when he’s able to catch his breath.

Jin watches this play out from the threshold of the bathroom, thoroughly entertained and in awe of how well all the guys get along with not an ounce of jealousy in sight. For him, however, it’s not from the other men, but that feeling does reside deep in the pit of his stomach.

I want this. I want this with them, too. How do I bring this up? Is this by invite only?

“Whatever,” Tia jokes, concluding the tickle session. “This ain’t over.”

“Is that a threat?” Taehyung takes the opportunity to grab Tia’s wrist, pulling her to cuddle between him and Jimin. “What you gonna do? Huh?” Not allowing her to answer, he kisses her softly before deepening the kiss. Jimin jumps right in, holding her to him with his hand pressed against her abdomen between her and Taehyung, and starts to kiss behind her ear. When Tia’s nails begin to gently dig into Taehyung’s chest and tiny moans begin to escape, he continues to tease her. “What are you going to do, Jagi? Tell me,” he asks, speaking against her lips.

“Tae,” Tia whispers, completely under his command.

“Yes, Jagiya? I’m listening,” his deep voice booming through his chest seems to send shivers down Tia’s spine. The moan she releases has each man hard as a rock and ready to please her by any means.

“Fuck,” Jin says to himself, enchanted by the passion and lust that’s quickly filling the room. He places his hands over his crotch in an attempt to hide the effects of what he’s witnessing. “How is it that you guys aren’t jealous of each other? This all seems too good to be true, but I love this,” he says to Jungkook and Yoongi who are the closest to him.

“Bro, we’ve all been where you are right now,” Jungkook informs him. “Wondering how this all works, if we’re weird for wanting to take part in it, and if we would even be invited to join. It feels strange at first to not have those jealous feelings but I’ve realized that we all just want Tia to be happy. I’m finding that as long as there is consideration and respect between us, there’s nothing to feel jealous about.”

“For real?” Jin is amazed to hear Jungkook verbalize all of the thoughts that are swirling through his mind.

“Seriously,” Yoongi says, then explains a synopsis of their experiences, how they all feel a sense of happiness when they see Tia happy, and the concept of compersion. “It’s basically the opposite of jealousy. But, let’s wait for Tia to speak about the details of our relationship. Just know that we feel that pull to you, as well. You’re one of us. Shit, you saw yourself among our past selves earlier. What more proof do you need, right?”

Yoongi has no idea that what he’s just said has healed a place within Jin that he doesn’t speak about, filling a void he’s experienced his whole life. That place that lacked the feelings of belonging and love explodes with a feeling Jin can only assume is akin to euphoria.

He finally gathers the courage to step closer to the side of the bed where Tia’s body is intertwined with Taehyung and Jimin. His heart is racing from the excitement of this new experience, eager to finally be immersed in the warmth of true love and acceptance.

Namjoon’s POV

Sitting in the hospital’s emergency room waiting area, surrounded by coughs, quiet chatter, and the cries of sick children is causing me to want to be back at home even more than usual. Sirens scream from the ambulances pulling into the parking lot and the throbbing pain in my shoulder is uncomfortable, but tolerable. The overstimulation of all of these sensations has me on the edge of my seat, pondering if medical attention is really necessary.

“Maybe we should just come back tomorrow. It’s getting late and the pain is not even that bad, for real,” I explain to Hoseok. “Let’s just go home.”

“Are you sure? You were pushed pretty hard, Namjoon.”

“Yeah, I know, but It’s feeling better already. I’m sure it’ll be fine after icing it for a few days.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” a voice announces as we’re standing to leave. “Tia texted to tell me you were coming and to make sure you were taken care of, so stop right there.”

“John! How are you?” He and Hoseok exchange greetings before John approaches me. I pull him into a bro hug, but when I lift my hand to pat his back, the sharp pain jars me, traveling down the length of my arm, and causes me to hiss and groan in pain.

“Feeling better already, huh?”

“Fuck you, Hoseok,” I say through clenched teeth but full of playful banter, then we follow John to the back.

I am beyond grateful that he has taken the time to come to check me out. After getting a few x-rays, a nurse escorts us to the patient room to wait for his prognosis.

“I can’t believe you were trying to go home. You are, obviously, in serious pain,” Hoseok says. “You miss Tia that much, huh?”

“You know me well. I miss her and the others always but I notice it’s worse when I’m uncomfortable. My thoughts are like stormy waters, waves crashing in my head, but when I’m at home, they are calm and still. That, and I hate hospitals.”

“That makes perfect sense. I get it. Even with all the madness that was going on around us, I am still more content there than anywhere else. Even more so than at my parents’ place which is where I should feel the most safe, you know?”

We continue to chat and bond over our common love until John knocks on the door then enters.

“Well, your x-rays look good and judging by the bruising around the area, it could have been much worse. What happened?”

I give him a summary of the events of the past couple of days, minus the attack, death, demons, and ghosts. Hoseok and I made sure to respect Tia’s right to tell him and Grey herself.

“Wow! I’m glad you weren’t further injured by the shards of glass and wood from the window. You definitely got lucky,” he says, “and I’m sure Taehyung will have that window repaired in no time. Alright, so, we’ll have to pop that joint back into place. I’ll send you home with some pain and anti-inflammatory meds to keep you comfortable. It’s downhill after this. Are you ready?”

Hoseok’s POV

I don’t think we were gone for even a couple of hours, thanks to receiving the VIP treatment in the ER. Namjoon begins to stir in the passenger seat as I pull into the driveway after taking the opportunity to rest thanks to the mild sedative he received at the hospital. John also sent him home with a real sling and an ice pack, along with the medicine.

“I hope you were able to get some good rest. How are you feeling?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m feeling much better now.” He reaches over to hold my hand. “Thank you so much for taking me,” he says.

“Of course. You know I got you,” I say, rubbing my thumb across his skin.

Once we open the front door, we are welcomed by the smell of home. Of Tia. Aware of what is likely going on upstairs, we decide to not announce ourselves, not wanting to interrupt anything, and climb the stairs to our bedroom. I’m assuming that the guys have set our plan into motion. At the bedroom door, we see Tia sandwiched between Taehyung and Jimin, with Jin leaning over the bed. He’s kissing her lips delicately with Tae licking and fondling her breasts. Jimin licks and kisses that sensitive spot at her nape that we’re all aware of before he peppers her back with wet kisses, slowly traveling down her spine. Jungkook is sitting on the chair, manspreading with his towel wide open, only serving as a barrier between his skin and the chair’s upholstery. His lips are parted as he’s breathing heavily, his hand rising and falling slowly caressing the smooth skin of his penis. Yoongi is enjoying the show, leaning against the wall, mouth ajar with his tongue playing at the corner of his mouth. His hand is stroking his bulge through his thin pajama pants.

“Fuck,” Namjoon and I voice in unison, completely entranced by the scene before us. Jungkook and Yoongi notice us at the door and smile welcomingly. I was hoping to be able to shower before we begin tonight’s activities, and Namjoon mentions it as if he can read my mind.

“Hey, I’m going to take a quick shower. Are you coming?”

“Yeah, I need to freshen up and I want to help you, too. Go ahead and start the water. I’ll grab clothes for us to wear later.”

After I grab our things, I make my way toward the bedroom. I must admit, when passing Yoongi as he’s standing next to the door, I briefly picture myself kneeling in front of him to free his throbbing dick from its cotton confines. My mouth waters at the visual and I can imagine his smooth skin brushing against my lips, sliding across my tongue, and traveling down my throat. I’ve never had any desire to be with a man sexually before meeting these guys, now I’m not opposed to it. Hell, I’m looking forward to it.

When we lock eyes, I wonder if my desire for him is shining through mine, able to be seen as I can see in his eyes. As I’m passing through the bathroom door, I can’t resist the urge and reach out to stroke his forearm with a feather light touch, taking notice of the veins bulging through his skin under my fingertips. As he continues to stroke himself, he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, closes his eyes, and leans his head against the wall as I disappear through the door.

Inside, I find Namjoon removing the sling before attempting to take off his shirt.

“Here. Let me,” I offer and he accepts immediately. I hold the shirt, allowing him to pull his left arm out then snake it over his head and down his hurt arm. I feel the need to ask permission before removing his pants and underwear. “May I?”

“Yes.”

I lean over to pull his bottoms down, and I’m taken aback when my fingers graze his skin. My heartbeat quickens and I notice that his breathing deepens. The look in his eyes and the way his dick springs up to his stomach lets me know that he’s just as shocked at this feeling as I am. Shocked at the need to be closer to him.

Yoongi’s POV

The sexual tension in the house is thick and I find myself enjoying the feeling of suffocating under its weight. Between the sounds that Tia is making, the scene before me, and the feeling of Hoseok’s fingers scorching my skin is driving me insane. I’m in need of relief. I continue to tease myself, unable to tear my eyes away from the three pieces of my heart in human form, mixed and tangled onto each other on the bed, I’m unsure what limbs belong to whom. Jin is now laying behind Taehyung’ who has disappeared under the covers still fondling Tia’s breasts. Jimin is also under the covers behind Tia, doing God knows what, but whatever it is, it’s apparent that she’s enjoying it.

Jin devours her lips, swallowing her moans and whimpers. I’m so incredibly turned on, my knees are beginning to get weak. Jungkook catches my attention, pointing into the bathroom. I look through the door and see Hoseok and Namjoon’s silhouettes in the fogged shower, with Hoseok holding Namjoon close to him, kissing him passionately. Fuck, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’m so turned on and yet there is a sense of relief. Seeing those two like that in the shower makes me feel safe to explore the thoughts I’ve been having. The scene soothes the ache, the longing I’ve been pushing down for so long.

Jungkook’s POV

It’s becoming tougher to fight the urge for relief as the minutes pass. Yoongi seems to be struggling just as bad as, if not more than, I am. Namjoon and Hoseok finally emerge from the bathroom, both sporting similar attire to myself, white plush towels wrapped around their waists.

“Are we ready?” I ask, to which the men nod in agreement. “Yoongi, where did you put her ‘clothes’?”

He reaches under the duvet on the side of the bed closest to us to reveal her outfit for the night.

“Hey, guys. Sorry to interrupt, but it’s time for Tia to get dressed,” Yoongi announces which causes Taehyung and Jimin to excitedly appear.

“Noooooooo,” Tia whines breathlessly.

“Don’t worry baby. We have all night,” Hoseok reassures her. “Come here.”

Jin gets up and helps her climb over Taehyung and off the bed, leaving her towel somewhere discarded in the linens, then brings her over to us.

“What are you guys up to? What do you mean it’s time for me to get dressed?”

He stands her with her back to us and Yoongi begins. He places kisses on her skin before he pulls the leather collar around her neck and adjusts the strap down the center of her back.

“Ah, that’s cold,” Tia cries when the metal ring swings, making contact with her skin.

“Sorry baby,” Yoongi says and continues.

After placing kisses to her wrists, he straps leather bands around them then connects them to the ring at the base of her back, binding her hands behind her.

He causes her body to twitch when he kisses her back, then secures a leather belt just under her breasts. Tia moans quietly when Yoongi continues kissing down her spine, then the rounds of either side of her plump ass. He places the thigh belts on then instructs, “Come lay on the bed.” She turns to face him then he assists her to sit, first, before Tia lays back with her arms under her body. Her facial expression seems to be a mix of anticipation, uncertainty, and excitement. “Legs up.”

She does as Yoongi says and he connects the thigh belts to the leather harness fastened around her bust, exposing her pussy to us.

“Fuck, Tae was right. You are hot and ready for us, huh?” I ask knowing that she is oblivious to what I’m referring to. We just chuckle as Taehyung leans over to get a closer look, nearly putting his face in it. The kisses from Yoongi and the makeout session with Jin, Taehyung, and Jimin has her core glistening with need.

“Yoongi has you looking so pretty in your little outfit,” Jimin teases.

“The key word is little,” Tia laughs. “Where did you guys find this?”

“You’re worried about the wrong thing, sweetheart” I tell her. “You just lay there and shut that pretty little mouth until we decide to put something in it.” I can see the fire in her eyes, ready to be dominated and used by us.

“All done. Tae, can you put her in the middle of the bed, please?” Yoongi asks for assistance as he’s lifting her up from the bed. “Ass up. Face down.”

“On it,” Taehyung answers, then stands on the bed to retrieve her from Yoongi and pulls her across the duvet. He kisses her lips then places her down softly, face first on the bed. He gives her ass a firm smack, causing her to moan, before getting down to join us.

“Okay,” Jimin begins. “We need a safe word. Tia can’t really tap out with her hands behind her back like that. You know, just to be on the safe side.”

“It needs to be something random,” Yoongi adds.

“Yeah. What about purple? Bora,” Taehyung suggests.

“Apobangpo,” I throw out.

“Rock Bison,” Jimin contributes.

“Bread Genie,” Jin says.

“Y’all, stop fucking around. Look at our poor baby, ass in the air and helpless, while we’re over here joking around,” Hoseok says. “Let’s just go with Army. Is that cool with everyone? Tia?”

We all agree and Tia nods, keeping her mouth shut just as she was told.

“Good girl,” I praise her and we all climb on the bed. I choose to lay next to her, rubbing the plumpness of her ass. I trace her curves with my fingertips, then find my way to her center. "Damn, Noona, you are so fucking wet." When I effortlessly slide one finger inside, then two, I push in deeper and slowly graze my fingers across the ceiling of her pussy. But just a couple of times. We can’t have her cumming this fast as we have a long night ahead of us. Her body tenses and begins to tremble slightly and the only sound that leaves her is a long, drawn out moan that escapes out of her nostrils. I pull my fingers out, now glistening with her love, and bring them to my mouth. I lick her essence from my digits before asking her, “Are you going to continue to be a good girl for us, Noona? Going to use your safe word if you need to?” She is breathing heavily and agrees with another nod. Kissing that sweet spot along her side, I watch her body quiver. “Are you ready to play?”

A/N:

Whew, Chile… what do you think about Jin's mental turmoil? I can't imagine being put in a situation like that, but I would tear the world up for the people I love, so 🤷🏽‍♀️ What about the guy's mixed emotions toward Tia?

As you can see, the next addition will likely be nothing but pure filth and if you've gotten this far, you shouldn't be surprised. And I have to give a shout out to one of the betas that has been a huge support and rider through this whole thing. @downbad4yoongi, thank you so very much for your help on this! 💜

Ok. Love you. BYYYYYYYYE! 😘😘😘

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Devil That I Know (Part 8)

~ What Year Is It?

Pairing: Demon! Jungkook x Human! Reader

Genre: (Inaccurate) Historical AU || Strangers to lovers AU || Supernatural AU || Smut || Fluff || Angst

Summary: Jin brings a little more clarity into your life, only to step out of line when he finally brings up your situation with the demon that plagues the palace.

Word Count: 6k

Tags/ Warnings: mild angst, manipulation, unhealthy depiction of a relationship (jungkook is obsessed and it’s getting out of hand), a lot of lies but whats new, mentions of death, mentions of blood (brief), briefly mentioned arousal but nothing happens, the m/c is finally getting somewhere, mention of weapon/ implied use of said weapon.

Notes: it's back! finally! it took me a while because i honestly wasn't sure with the direction of this story but now i have up to chapter 13 fleshed out updates should hopefully be more often! maybe i won't promise a schedule if i can't keep up with it but this series is my main focus as of now so hopefully we can get through a decent chunk of the story! as always, feedback is welcome, encouraged even so feel free to tell me what you think! i did edit this twice but i honestly don’t know if it saved so if there’s mistakes, no there aren’t :’)

extra note: a lot of themes throughout this story are going to be repetitive, thoughts and feelings will be brought up throughout multiple chapters because the m/c’s memories will continue to get lost and so her thoughts/ feelings will often repeat as she repeats certain aspects of her life.

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Memories are more often than not, volatile. Fragile like your grandmother’s favourite piece of fine china, where all it takes is one careless arm being swung to send it flying. Where shards scatter across the floor, shattered into more pieces than you can think to pick up. Little chips of forgotten ceramic hidden under furniture, only to be swept up and thrown out, never to be found again.

What was once a beautiful piece of art, never really fitting into one again; never truly whole.

A little like lost memories that had been forgotten in the abyss of our minds. A dark place that chews up memories that our conscious carelessly throws up; sweeping up space for new experiences, better ones, to over-shadow the bad that threatens to tickle our brain the wrong way.

Lost memories can be trailed back to several things, and in this odd instance, the four-armed demon who currently pulls a shirt over his head, as you watch from the chair on the adjacent side of the room was the one to blame for your predicament.

“You sure you don’t want to run with me?” Jungkook asks, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder at you, before he bends down to tie the laces of his shoes; expectant that you’ll brush him off. You never had been into running he supposes, and no matter how many times he had bugged you about maybe trying even the easiest of work-outs—your health his top priority—you’d always just laugh it off. And that feathery light laughter always seemed like enough for Jungkook to stop whatever little argument he was trying to have with you.

You shake your head, even if your demon-friend wasn’t looking at you, “I’m okay. I think I might sleep a little more” you tell him, eyes flitting towards the leatherback notebook that you’d slung on the bed. Beside it, a pocketknife with an intricately carved handle that glimmers in the morning sunlight, that spills into the room through the open window; warming your toes in liquid gold. But even as sunlight pours into the room like Midas had touched the sky, you find yourself pulling the soft blanket tighter around your body, unusual chill titillating the skin of your arms towards the back of your neck.

“I can stay here, Doll” Jungkook turns to you, eyes swimming with worry. And emotion that had been etched into his features as of late. From the moment you’d woken up in the palace Jungkook’s brows had been creased in unease; but you hadn’t bothered to ask why. If you didn’t know then you wouldn’t have to worry about it. That, and you were more than aware of Jungkook’s habit of brushing you off when it came to his own emotions.

You doubt you had enough fingers to count each time you’d asked him what was wrong. Only for him to laugh it off like his eyes weren’t drowning in heavy emotions that tug at his shoulders, emotions that you believe no person should feel alone.

Jungkook liked to give more than he liked to take.

He liked to sit and listen to you tattle on for hours about the little worries you had in life, insignificant doubts morphing into you baring yourself practically naked before him, as you spill each and every insecurity you’ve ever had. But he never liked to sit down and talk about his own worries. Nor did he seem to find any sort of joy in being taken care of like he does for you.

Jungkook liked to tuck you into bed of an evening, sitting beside you to ward off any bad dreams that may slither into the room and plague your mind. But he never let you do the same for him. Maybe that was a bad example, because Jungkook didn’t need to sleep but you feel as though your point still stands.

Jungkook liked to feed you from his own spoon. Liked to pull you over his lap as he eases your lips open with a thumb, easily slipping a mouthful of food into your mouth on those mornings you feel a little too hazy to eat on your own.

Jungkook liked to hold you between his thighs after a shower, delicate wooden comb held between soft fingers as he combs through your hair with practiced ease; careful not to tug too hard. (And when he accidently would tug on a knot, you can only pray he wasn’t aware of the sticky arousal that coats the insides of your thighs).

Jeon Jungkook was an enigma. A little like an onion with too many layers to peel away before your eyes begin to sting and you have to sit back, deciding that maybe your meal would be just as good without the root vegetable. Because no matter how badly you wanted to add that onion into the meal, the pain just doesn’t seem all that worth it, so it feels as though you have no other choice than to just take a backseat while master chef Jungkook does all the hard parts, slowly, painfully revealing each layer he has in his own time.

Where each movement is calculated, planned before you can even think to ask him what you’re curious about. Jungkook was always trudging before you, a little too far away on a foggy day that you can’t quite see where he was heading, but you still blindly follow: because Jungkook looks like he knows what he’s doing.

You suppose it’s stupid, to sit around, oblivious. A little silly of you to just nod your head whenever he opens his mouth. Even on days like today when everything feels a little… off, you stay. Because what more do you have? Not much apart from the clothes on your back, that Jungkook had bought for you. And the room you’re stay in, Jungkook shared with you, or the food in your belly, that Jungkook always pays for. It seems a little silly to try and bite the hand that feeds you. A little selfish on your part, but anything to survive you suppose.

Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.

All your mind could seem to fully comprehend was Jeon Jungkook. Perfect Jungkook who could never seem to do anything wrong in your eyes.

You don’t remember passing out. You don’t remember a new king. You don’t remember the hanok burning down to nothing more than a pile of ashes.

Just Jungkook.

He was there, from the moment you’d stepped into the Hanok. Every recent memory you had, Jungkook was there. Sweet Jungkook who could do nothing wrong. He had never hurt you; and you trusted he never would.

Jungkook always gave more than he took. He gave you so much, how could you doubt him?

You watch the worry in Jungkook’s eyes as he runs a hand through his hair. And you think maybe this odd feeling is guilt. You feel guilty, because for a split second you’d assumed the worst of the only person that has bothered to stay by your side like this. Jungkook always had had your best interest in mind, so why were you worrying so much?

“I’ll be fine” you wave him off, not wanting to take anything more away from him. Even if it were only a morning run, something you knew he enjoyed.

“If anyone knocks at the door, use that” he points at the pocketknife, “Actually, don’t even open the door” he points a finger at you, eyebrow raised, and you nod.

You watch as he cracks his neck, long legs carrying him towards the door in ease, “I love you”

You blink slowly at Jungkook, reminding him a little of a cat; echo of his voice bouncing around your mind. Love. The word leaving an awful tang on your tongue, prickly like the thorns of a rose. And maybe that was just love; a rose that looked elegantly beautiful, until you carelessly grab it by the stem and your hand bleeds the same red as the flower’s delicate petals.

Your lungs constrict, a phantom snake squeezing your organs as you forget to breathe for a moment.

“I love you” you call out when Jungkook opens the door, his smile unnerving as he blows you a kiss. When you hear the door click shut, the clutch the snake had on your insides evaporates into the air that now fills your lungs; shaky breath ricocheting up your windpipe.

‘These are yours’ is what Jungkook had said when he’d placed Taehyung’s leatherback notebook into your lap, pocketknife delicately placed on-top. You’re unsure of the sudden shake in your fingers as you had gently picked the knife up, what felt like a ping of lightning pricking the tips of your fingers as you trace the intricate flowers that wound up the handle.

‘Mine?’

‘Yes, don’t you remember? We planned to see all the things Taehyung couldn’t, the ones he has written in that book’ he’d pointed at the offending object, thin stack of papers bound by leather feeling more like a block of lead in your lap.

‘And this?’ the pocketknife.

‘I gave it to you just in case, remember?’

You didn’t remember. And that irked you a little, like an itch under your skin that you couldn’t get rid of, or wet feet in the freezing cold where your toes were numb but too sensitive all at once; hurting with each light step you take to the salvation of a warm home, that seemed to move one step back when you took one step forwards.

Whenever you felt like you were finally getting somewhere, finding your footing, the carpet was ripped from under your feet, and you fell back to square one.

You’d lied to Jungkook, laughed off his worry as you told him that you must still be sleepy. How could you forget a gift from your friend?

But now as you stare at the knife, your palms feel clammy, specks of blood coating your hands when you look down at them. When you blink, it’s gone, no traces of any blood on your hands; and you swallow thickly, wondering if maybe you really did need that nap, you’d told Jungkook you’d have.

You leave the weapon where it lays on the bed, creasing the freshly tidied sheets that Jungkook had tucked in an hour ago when you’d finally pulled yourself out of bed.

Instead, your fingers take a hold of Taehyung’s notebook, the familiar worn leather a comfort in your distress. This, you do remember. You remember the night you’d tripped over the painter’s bed and found the unfinished book. It’s a shame the Hanok had burnt down, although it would have been a breach of his privacy, maybe you could have scoured the rest of Taehyung’s books for more clues towards your hazy memories.

You weren’t sure what was wrong with you this morning, something crawling under your skin when you’d woken up.

You doubted it was a nightmare, Jungkook usually woke you up during those, holding you until he knew you weren’t going to sob into his shoulder. This wasn’t the feeling of a lingering nightmare, it was scepticism, something foreboding that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

And maybe it was the unease you felt being in the palace where Yoongi had eyes on you all the time. You could only assume that even now, in the four walls of yours and Jungkook’s bedroom, someone must be peering through the open window. Mind reeling with information that they’ll babble about to Yoongi this evening over his feast of a meal. A true king sat comfortably on his throne, an undeniably cunning king at that.

You flick open Taehyung’s notebook, any lingering scent of your old friend now musty, page of the book curling at the corners like it were decades old, having sat through numerous winters and damp bedrooms where mould acted like vines that claw up the walls, trying to devour any open space in its wake.

You flick past pages of notes, Taehyung’s handwriting messily scrawled across multiple pages with little insights of his mind. A window into Taehyung’s soul. Your fingers skim over lines upon lines of words you don’t bother to try and read.

Goosebumps prickle your neck as you turn each page, wondering if maybe Taehyung was flitting around the room as you read through his mind. His hand gently brushing the back of your neck when you turn onto a particularly detailed page, one Taehyung had spent hours pondering over the right words that he wanted to stain the paper with. Some with you in mind while he let his hand glide across the page, thoughts about you coming easier than most once the young painter had met you.

When you get to the last page that had writing on, you notice the change in handwriting, equally as messy but a lot less eloquent. A little harder to read each individual letter, unlike Taehyung’s cursive writing where each letter melts into one another like the sea when it meets the sand.  

And as if it were muscle memory, your fingers trace each letter on that last page.

Ah, that was your handwriting.

You flick back a page, eyes scanning over Taehyung’s handwriting and then your own. You were sure that they had been written in by two different people, even the ink was different. The writing from the newest page having seeped into the other side of the paper, writer clearly inexperienced as they pressed a little too hard compared to Taehyung’s pages; ink sat perfectly on a single side of the page.

‘1865’ ‘One: Hope’s Inn’ ‘Two: Paradise Inn – the capital’

Jungkook had mentioned visiting the capital, hadn’t he?

Your eyes flit towards the garden when you hear footsteps, gravel crunchy under heavy feet, probably clad in heavy boots.

“Seokjin!” you call, dropping Taehyung’s notebook carelessly to the wooden floor as you scramble towards the open window. The king’s aide startles at the sudden call of his name, jumping a little like a jittery cat as you reach the window. His eyebrows crease in confusion as he looks at you from over a small bush.

“Wait there, I’ll come outside. I need to ask you something!” you tell him, and Jin only nods, confused as you scuttle back into your room.

His feet stay glued to the ground, head tilting to try and get a better look into yours and Jungkook’s room. Curious about the hidden part of your lives that no one around the palace had seen. Or anyone that he knew of.

The two of you good at keeping in your own little bubble without the input of outsiders ruining the little thing the two of you had going on. Jin knew you weren’t married, although the sight he saw in the bedroom last night would suggest otherwise, it’s not common for a man and a woman to be so… intimate out of wedlock. But Jin doubted a human would settle for scum like a demon.

Especially Jungkook.

Your footsteps echoing down the hall as you run into the gardens, leatherback notebook held tightly in your hand as you haphazardly bow at a few of the staff that duck out of your way as you barrel towards Seokjin. Each of them narrowing their eyes at your outlandish behaviour.

“You’re not busy, are you?” you ask, worried that maybe you had kept him for too long already. You weren’t sure of what the aide of a King does, but you could only guess Seokjin was a busy man.

Jin shakes his head, “No, I was just out for a walk” little white lie tumbling off his tongue with ease, and he has no time to feel any guilt as you smile at him so brightly. And it leaves Jin wondering if he had ever seen such a radiant smile anyone’s face.

You peer around the gardens, “Is there somewhere we can sit down?” you ask, “Preferably a little quieter”

Jin looks around at the staff that move like a colony of ants around the garden, beady eyes all staring at you as you stare up expectantly at him.

“Yeah” he nods, “Follow me” he tucks his book under his arm, poised to perfection as he wanders down the path towards the back of the palace where he knows no staff would be milling around.

You take a moment to look around as Jin leads you towards a shaded area underneath a tree. The gardens at the back of the palace were just as well kept as the front, a little pond full of fish of every colour, water looking as though it were reflecting a rainbow. The sun glistened on the water like little specks of golden nuggets, reeds caressing one another in the gentle morning breeze.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen such green grass, well-kept and probably fed with specialized fertilizers and watered daily. With flowers lining the walls, some you didn’t know the names of, and you wonder if Taehyung would have known. He’s the one that had taught you all about watering plants when you used to help him at the Hanok.

“Is here, okay?” Seokjin asks, kneeling before he comfortably sits on the grass.

You simply nod, eyes scanning over the expanse of the garden once more, “Have you seen Jungkook this morning?”

Jin hums, “He was heading towards the front gate the last time I saw him”

You nod at that, “I see. This will only be quick” you take a seat opposite Jin, crossing your legs before placing Taehyung’s notebook into your lap gently, wary that the bindings weren’t as strong as they used to be, especially not with you carelessly dropping it to the ground when you’d chased to catch Jin.

You flip the notebook open to the page that has your messy handwriting scrawled across the page, “Do you know a place called Hope’s Inn? I don’t think it’s in this area” you ask, eyes flitting across Jin’s face as he brings a hand up to trace his lips. Your eyes following the motion, swallowing thickly as his tongue peeks out to wet the rosy petals of his mouth.

“I don’t think I do, no. I’ve only ever lived in the capital” he shakes his head, “Why? Do you need to get there? I’m sure his highness would allow you to take a carriage there if you asked.”

You shake your head, “No, nothing like that. What about Paradise Inn?” you ask, a little more hopeful.

“Ah” Jin nods, “I haven’t heard that name in a while. It was closed due to bankruptcy 10? 11? Years ago, maybe”

You blink, eyes trailing down to the page you have open. “11 years ago?”

Seokjin nods, “Maybe a little more, I do know it’s been a while.”

You slam Taehyung’s notebook closed, dull thump ringing in your ears as you lean forwards. Hands sinking into the plush green grass as you gravitate towards Seokjin. Said man leaning back on his hands, coughing slightly to cover the faint pink that dusts his cheeks as your eyes flick across his face.

“What year is it?” you ask him, making no move to sit back away from the aide, unaware of his flustered demeanour.

“What?” Jin asks, bewildered. Forgetting about the red that coats his cheeks, like rosy blush made from flower petals. Gently ground petals, forming a dust, where faeries kiss your cheeks with red dusty magic.

“What year is it?” you repeat like a broken record.

“1898?”

You fall back onto your bottom, pulling open the notebook so fast the bindings pull taught at the force.

“Holy shit” you mutter, ignoring Seokjin who grimaces at your crude language. A reminder that you hadn’t been trained for proper etiquette that a woman should uphold; and perhaps Jin should ask the King to put you in a few classes while you stayed in the palace.

“Is everything alright?”

You look up at Seokjin, your face void of any clear emotion, “Perfect actually, thank you for your help” you nod, “I should get back before Jungkook finishes his run” you throw a finger behind your shoulder before you push yourself off the ground.

“Is everything okay? With Jungkook I mean?” Seokjin follows, pushing himself to stand, hands hesitant by his side as he looks down at you.

“Yes?” you tilt your head, clear confusion veiling your eyes as you look up at Seokjin through your lashes.

“I mean—” Seokjin runs a hand over his face, exasperated, “I mean he’s not human”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you laugh, “So what?”

“Well, is he hurting you in any way? If you need help, I can try and—”

“What?”  you cut him off, incredulous look on your face and Jin swallows thickly at your harsh tone. Never having expected you to seem so… offended by something truthful.

“He’s a demon, Ms. Y/n. Surely you aren’t there out of free will?” Jin reaches out to hold your arms, hoping to comfort you, and then maybe you would confess, but you pull back.

“Thank you for helping me but I don’t this is any of your business” you shake your head in disbelief.

Any lingering feelings you had of this Seokjin, the ones where you secretly believed that maybe, just maybe he was just like your Jinnie had melted like the sea does the sand at high tide, before pulling away, the land empty until the moon rises once again.

“Y/n!” he calls you when you turn your back on him, each dull thud of your footsteps tugging on the invisible strings wrapped around his heart.

You feel like sand slipping through his fingers as you wander from the back of the garden, Seokjin clenching his fists, trying to clutch onto anything that would make you stay.

He wonders why his heart beats so quick whenever you’re around, thumping like his majesty’s horses’ hooves do when they race. He wonders why he hates the sight of you, when neither of you had met until yesterday. He wonders why his head hurts when he thinks back to your first encounter, how sad you had seemed when he had asked if he knew you.

Seokjin hated you because you interrupted the peace of the palace. Each corner now filled with whispers of you, and his highness asking about you every hour when Jin believed he had more pressing matters to attend to.

Jin hated the way you smiled; it made his heart feel heavy. He hated the way you stood beside that demon like it were your place. Like you were nothing more than his little plaything.

Jin hated that he wanted to help you. Wanted to give you the clarity you needed to leave the scum that you call a friend and let Jin get rid of him; burn him to nothing.

“Wait!” he calls out, surprised when you stop; turning to face him with almost a bored expression. No light in your eyes as you look at his face, the hope you held now null as you maintain eye-contact; any shyness now gone as you stare at him like nothing more than a nuisance.

“Yes?” you dare to ask, because even if he had said a few mean things about Jungkook you still felt rude ignoring Seokjin.

“How about I take you to where Paradise Inn used to be?” he offers, apprehensive as you stay silent. And he thinks he can see the cogs of your mind start to who’d to life.

“Why would you do that?”

“You seemed a little troubled earlier.” he coughs, “And… as an apology for stepping out of line. I didn’t mean to offend you, sorry” he swallows thickly, breath getting caught in his throat.

You still look at him unamused, “Next week. But don’t mention it to anyone, okay? I’ll tell Jungkook and I’ll meet you at the gate this at this time next week, okay?”

Jin doesn’t mind that you don’t wait for a reply, simply watching as you wander out of the garden. A small part of him annoyed that you were going back to Jungkook, but the excitement of seeing you in the coming seemed to overshadow that fact.

+ + +

You curl back up on the chair, head pounding as you think back to your conversation with Seokjin.

You had so many questions, but no one seemed to know the answers to.

Except Jungkook.

Speaking of the devil, the door slides open. Jungkook’s shirt soaked through with a thin layer of sweat where he’d spent most of the morning in the sun. Skin looking as though the sun had dropped from the sky and kissed him in places you had too.

Your eyes rake down his body, unfazed as one his hands tug at the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead; toned stomach flexing.

“Nice nap?” Jungkook asks after he closes the door. Noticing how the bed was still made, untouched by you.

You just hum, fingers toying with the ragged string holding together Taehyung’s notebook under the blanket that drapes over your shoulders.

“Kookie?” you call him as he pulls his shirt over his head.

As if he knew you were to utter his name, Jungkook’s attention is on you within a split second.

“What’s wrong, doll? You sound troubled” he frowns.

“Can you come here?” you ask, holding your hand out as if to ask him to hold it.

“I’m still sweaty, lovely” he grins, knowing you weren’t all that fond of him smothering you after he’d had a full work out.

“I don’t mind” you wave him off.

Jungkook obliges, never one to deny you of anything. He kneels before you sat on the chair, hands landing on your knees, veiled by the soft blanket.

You loosen your hold on the cover, bending over in the chair to place your ear to Jungkook’s chest; his heart beating lazily, calm like a domesticated tiger, confined in his ribcage.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, hand running through your hair as you wrap your arms around his torso, moments away from slipping out of the chair.

“Yes” you whisper, “I love you”

“I love you too, baby. But you don’t seem alright.” he prods, fingers digging into the tight skin of the back of your neck.

“You wouldn’t ever lie to me, right?” you ask, wondering if you’re imaging Jungkook’s heart rate pick up.

You pull you head away from his chest, anticipation swimming in your eyes as Jungkook meets your gaze.

“Never” he shakes his head, and you think you believe him, if the look on his face was anything to go by.

But maybe you were never as good at reading people as you thought you were.

“Jungkook, what year is it?” you ask, any faith you had in your demon friend slowly dwindling the longer he kept his mouth shut.

“I’m not sure” he shakes his head, mouth falling open to say something, but he evidently decided against it when he closes his mouth again.

“I do” you tell him, and Jungkook feels his mouth go dry at the solemn look on your face. “1898. It’s 1898 Jeon Jungkook”

“Okay?” he asks, happy you don’t flinch back when he places his hands on your thighs.

You fiddle around with the blanket in your lap, Jungkook’s eyes narrowing when you take a hold of Taehyung’s notebook.

You press a finger to Jungkook’s lips when he opens his mouth, and you ignore how your heart rate picks up when he presses a delicate kiss to the tip of your finger. Now wasn’t the time to let him fluster you when you had a point to make.

You flick open Taehyung’s notebook, shoving the newest page in Jungkook’s face; said man pulling back to get a proper look at the page, words jumbled from where his eyes had zeroed in on them.

“1865?” he asks you, peering over the notebook to look at you.

“I didn’t pass out, did I?”

“Huh?”

“Tell me the truth. What really happened?”

Jungkook thinks you look tired, not that you’d slept particularly badly last night. Sure, you were a little restless, but you had always moved around a lot while you slept so Jungkook thought nothing much of it. Only choosing to card his fingers through your hair to try and settle you when the moon was high in the sky, watching over the two of you as the rest of the world sleeps.

You watch Jungkook’s shoulders fall, body curling in on itself as you sit up straight. Your eyebrows furrow at the loss of warmth when Jungkook’s hands slip from your thighs, eyes refusing to meet your own.

“Technically you did pass out” he whispers, “When we got back from the capital, I already told you but, a group of humans had trekked up the mountain.”

You nod, even as Jungkook keeps his head bowed, eyes downcast as he opens his mouth to continue.

“We were settling down for the night, you were tired from traveling. We’d been in the capital, and I was reading” he continues, “we both heard something, it sounded like it had come from Taehyung’s room so, I went to go and check what was happening and left you in the bedroom”

“And then what?” you prod when Jungkook goes quiet, gathering his thoughts.

“I didn’t know they planned to burn our home down. While I was checking Taehyung’s room I heard more shouting, and had an… encounter with a few of the village men”

You slip onto the floor in front of Jungkook, your knees touching his own. Jungkook looks up at you, and you frown at the tears that threaten to paint the soft skin of his cheeks, gathered, ready to leak like a broken bucket.

“By the time I’d dealt with the village men, I ran back to the bedroom, but they’d gotten to you first.” Jungkook swallows, and your hands come to cradle his cheeks as the first wave of tears cascade down his cheeks.

You watch as tears spill down like little waterfall as his eyes meet your own; and you push yourself up to kiss away the first influx of pearly tears that glisten against the ledge of Jungkook’s sharp cheekbones.

“You were really hurt, just lying there in bed. I thought maybe you were asleep, but your breathing was too shallow. There was so much blood, baby” he heaves a breath, and you wrap your arms around his neck, “I thought I was going to lose you, I was so scared” his voice cracks.

You feel Jungkook’s body shake as you hold him, wanting to tell him that it was okay; that you didn’t need to hear the rest of the story. But you let him continue after he takes a shuddering breath. Because you were selfish and you wanted to know what had happened to you, and why Jungkook had kept a secret so big from you.

“They left after they’d set alight to our home. I didn’t want to lose you, so I—“

Your fingers thread into his hair, lump in your throat making it hard to breath as you try and piece Jungkook back to together with nothing but your tight hold of his shoulders. Heart shattering like glass as he shakes in your hold, arms refusing to hold you as he sobs. Scared you were delicate, memories of the past flooding in and scaring him, with what the future may hold, what you’ll think of him now that you know the truth.

“I used magic to save you. I know I should have asked, but there was no other way. I’ve never used a healing spell before, maybe that’s why you were out for so long. But every day I prayed you would wake up”

“Why the palace?” you whisper, your own tears dipping into the caves of Jungkook’s collarbones, but he doesn’t berate you for it.

“I didn’t know where else to go. Demons aren’t worshiped like they used to be, and I couldn’t keep you on the streets now that we had no home”

“What if I hadn’t woken up?” you dare to ask, regret washing over you as Jungkook outwardly sobs, all four arms now wrapping around your body to pull you into his lap.

“Don’t say that” he cries, fists balling into the back of your shirt.

“Sorry” you snivel, “I’m sorry I assumed you’d done something wrong when really you were just helping me”

“I told you I’d be here no matter what”

You hum at that, head resting comfortably in the nook between his shoulder and neck as your breath hitches with each new wave of tears that glaze your skin.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you” Jungkook breaks the silence, voice hoarse from crying, tears slowly dwindling to nothing more than short wheezes of breath and pitiful snivels.

“It’s okay, you meant well” you rub your cheek against the bare skin of his shoulder, and Jungkook’s reminded of your snobby cat that used to do the same. “Thank you for saving me”

“I’ll always save you”

And you believe him. How many times had Jungkook saved you?

“Are my lost memories because of the magic?” you slowly start to connect the dots; little pieces of lost information slowly being mended together. And maybe you were finally finding some sort of clarity.

You should have just asked Jungkook from the beginning. You should have known he would have never kept anything from you if you had just asked him. Because Jungkook would always be on your side like you would always be his.

It was nice, freeing even to know you always had someone that would be on your side, knowing that you’ll never have to be alone, scared. Because you had a partner, someone that your heart was starting to open up to with each moment you spent with one another.

“I think so. Honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve never used magic of this scale before. But I was willing to take the risk if it meant saving you.” Jungkook places a feather light kiss on the crown of your head, a silent promise that he would scour the lengths of the world if it meant keeping you alive.

“I’m sleepy” you yawn, Jungkook laughing as he easy lifts you into his arms.  

“Didn’t you just take a nap?” and you can hear the smile in his voice, not questions asked about the tidy bed.

You just hum, knowing that if you were to lie to him then Jungkook would surely pick up on it.

“Just a little sleep” he tells you, gentle as he places you on the bed. You stare up at Jungkook’s face from where your head rests on the pillow, his eyes red-rimmed from crying; but no less handsome.

<3

Jungkook pinches between his eyebrows when your breathing evens out, sleep consuming you.

Forcing out a few fake tears had never given him such a big headache. He stares down at you, any guilt he had about his little lie vanishing at the sight of you resting beside him; cute in the way your hands hold onto the fabric of his trousers. Scared that if you were to let go, he would vanish.

It irked him that he didn’t know everything. Like how you managed to figure out what year it was, toeing the line of the truth that he’s worked so hard to keep from you.

If Jungkook didn’t love you much, he may have been a little more than mildly pissed that you wouldn’t just stay put. You didn’t need to lift a finger if Jungkook was there, you didn’t need to worry about trivial things like what the year was or how you got to where you were. All you had to do was sit pretty and Jungkook would do all the hard work.

His eyes travel over towards Taehyung’s notebook, surprised that even with two locations that were outside of the Hanok being presented to you, you still seemed to have no clue about the little trip you’d taken. And Jungkook supposes that helps him a little in all of this.

He didn’t have to worry about any lies that Namjoon had tried to weasel into your mind, and any hesitancy you’d had in the last few days of your trip had been diminished. Now, all Jungkook had to worry about was you being a little nosy and sticking your nose into places it shouldn’t be.

Truthfully, Jungkook didn’t mind all that much. It just meant he’d have to keep an even closer eye on you from now on, and make sure you remained his. And only his.

[riotinyellow]

instead of an elon musk vs. Mark zuckerberg boxing match, let's just put jungkook and malibu Barbie in a cage and let them have at it.

[apples4wce]

it's that time of year again where the conspiracy theorists who believe jungkook is princess diana reincarnated emerge from the shadows

[theinfinitedivides]

my dearest friend, what in the world is going on with SM??

if SM can't even tell you in words that are easy to understand after putting out a f*cking legal statement then i don't f*cking know sksksksk

[callicoversy]

The Memory Thief

Summary:

After 77 failed attempts, Reporter Kim Taehyung has finally managed to get an interview with the mysterious Mr. J., a vampire who rarely leaves his mansion without a good reason and has, unbeknownst to Taehyung, the most unbelievable and tragic love story the reporter has ever heard.

Tags: 126k words, heavy angst, mystery, blood and violence, mentions of death, temporary character death, vampire Jeongguk, reporter Taehyung, witchcraft, ritualistic imagery, historical events, reincarnation, memory loss, memory alteration, referenced homophobia, happy ending, plot heavy, side ships

AO3

[yoongisqrd]

watching the crown this fine sunday and just had the most cursed thought of them all

[epiphanytear]

Do y’all have a favorite bts conspiracy? Not necessarily one you believe, but one that makes you laugh?

[wiinterchiild]

forever is a long time

Jikook

Reincarnation AU

Vampire JK & Human JM

Open Eding

Explicit Content / Smut

Jeongguk loved one man, and one only. His whole world shattered when he lost Yonseo centuries ago, arriving late to his love, only to see his corpse. He has resolved himself into solidarity after that, barricading himself from the world. Until Seokjin finally had enough and dragged him out into the world, what he hated so much for taking away his love. However, when Yonseo's face looks back at him for a huge billboard he freezes. This man looks like his Yonseo, but acts so differently, speaking in a tone his Jimin would have never. Jimin's sassy and strong and fierce and everything in between, and somehow Jeongguk can't get enough.

[hellbornsworld]

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(5) ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

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⁀➷ everlasting | Jungkook X Reader | reincarnation Au | @kimvvantae

⁀➷ photograph you in this light | Jungkook X Reader | Short | @yoongiphoria

⁀➷ Rabid: the beginning | Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader | Series | @bonny-kookoo

⁀➷ angels & airwaves | gamer!jjk x named f!reader | Series | @yeojaa

⁀➷ bands | Idol!JK X Stripper!Reader | Series | @xpeachesncream

⁀➷ The Dark Prince | Prince!Jungkook X Caretaker! freader | Series | @jkeuphoriadreamland

⁀➷ wartime child | Jungkook X Reader | wizard au | @ktheist

⁀➷ Your Head | Royalty!Jungkook x Peasant!Reader | OneShot | @kookiecrumb

⁀➷ Seat of Power | ceo!jungkook x reader | Political Au | Series | @ctrlsht

⁀➷ l’aquelarre | witch!jungkook x human!reader | Oneshot | @venusjeon

⁀➷ Authority | Solider!Jungkook X Married!Reader | Oneshot | @jungk0oksthighs

⁀➷ The Deepest Marks of Essence | Yandere!Jungkook X Reader | Oneshot | @lleldey

⁀➷ Bad Habits | Psycho!JK X Reader | @bonny-kookoo

⁀➷ Suddenly | Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!Reader | Drabble | @kookiecrumb

⁀➷ sᴇx ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ | sex therapist!jk X Reader | Series | @koos-euphoria

⁀➷ Euphoria | Jungkook x reader | TimeTravel Au | @btssavedmylifeblr

⁀➷ the water is alive | himbo!jk x water nymph!oc | Oneshot | @venusiangguk

⁀➷ boy's a liar | Jungkook X Reader | Oneshot | @wnderkoo

⁀➷ glass of wine | Jungkook X Reader | Threeshot | @dark-villian

⁀➷ your innocence is mine | Jungkook X Virgin!Reader | Oneshot | @flowerprincesscherryblossom

⁀➷ regular | film major!jungkook x convenience store worker!y/n | oneshot | @ttttaehyungie

⁀➷ Show off | CEO!JK X Reader | oneshot | @borathae

⁀➷ Once Upon a Bracelet | Prince Jungkook x Sorceress Reader | Fantasy Au | @ladyartemesia

⁀➷ 200mph | JK X Reader | @aechawrites

⁀➷ Love's Swing and A Miss | Jungkook x Reader | Oneshot | @miraclesatnightfall

⁀➷ Bunny Boy | Yandere!JK X Reader | @bonny-kookoo

⁀➷ something in the heir | knight!jungkook x palace woman!reader | Oneshot | @hisunshiine

⁀➷ Go to hell | FootBall Player!JK X Reader | Oneshot | @bangtanficsforyou

⁀➷ Red Light: The Fear | GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK X TattoArtist!OC | Series | @bunnybubae

⁀➷ last to know | EX-Husband JK X Reader | Divorce Au | Series | @mangowillow

⁀➷ faith | rockstar!jungkook x novice!reader | 80s Au | Drabble | @venusjeon

⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹˚. ♡

𝒥𝒰𝒩𝒢𝒦𝒪𝒪𝒦 𝐹𝐼𝒞 𝑅𝐸𝒞 𝑀𝒜𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯

[calware]

i don't get the way people have been doing the died/born welcome back meme recently because the original use of the meme had to have the dates be spaced out by year or so at most. the joke was that one person reincarnated as the other person because they were born right after the other one died. like the princess diana jungkook one