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jungk0oksthighs · 1 year
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Against The Odds | My Time
Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader
Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung
Word Count - 4k
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Jungkook's patience is wearing thin, and your time is running out
Warnings: swearing, heavy angst, mentions and descriptions of kidnapping
FULL SERIES COLLECTION
Time. That’s what life bubbles down to, isn’t it? Time.
How much time we spent with loved ones. How much we didn’t.
The seconds fade into minutes, the hours into days and before you know it you’re suddenly nearing thirty years old with nothing to show for it aside from the beginnings of wrinkled skin and a few stray grey hairs. That’s the case for most of us, but of course there’s an exception to each and every rule of thumb.
Jeon Jungkook being the exception. CEO of Jeon Industries, proud billionaire, excellent businessman and soon to be husband to the love of his life. From an outsiders point of view Jungkook has it all. The wealth, the love, the connections; he’s the owner of everything that a man of status requires, anybody can see that. His family, friends, the paparazzi who gawk at him and wait three hours outside in the pouring rain for that one snap shot of him wearing an Armani suit.
But if there’s one thing Jungkook has learned recently, appearances can be deceiving.
It’s been one week since your birthday, one week since his penthouse apartment was broken into yet nothing of value taken. A whole seven days since you and he fought and he’d left in borderline tears. While a week doesn’t seem like a lengthy amount of time for most people, the past seven days has been an excruciatingly difficult period of time in his life.
Usually you are his rock, his anchor. You keep him grounded and support him through the darkest days, shining your ray of light on his future. It’s one of the many reasons he asked you to marry him, you are without a shadow of a doubt the only person he’s ever been able to see a future with. You’re smart, optimistic, caring. And you smashed straight through his emotional walls like a joyous wrecking ball with a bratty attitude wearing expensive lingerie. You’re the only woman Jungkook has ever truly loved, he’s memorised your tiny quirks and questionable habits – so of course he noticed when all these things he loves about you suddenly disappeared.
Your smile was the first to go, replaced with an empty looking shadow of a sinister grin. Next was your positivity, one day you were a glass half full type of girl and the next thing he knew the glass wasn’t even half empty – it ceased to exist.
Last night was the final straw for him, the nail in the coffin, the only absolute definitive proof he needed to confirm his suspicions. The woman living under his roof, sleeping in his bed and for all intents and purposes his fiancé – is not his fiancé. He likes to think he knows you pretty damn well, maybe not as much as your best friend Jimin does, but he knows the things that make you you.
Which is why when he caught ‘you’ throwing clothes over the closet floor in a frenzy, complaining about how you wanted to ‘reinvent yourself’ and ‘throw this old shit out’ he immediately grew suspicious. He eyed you cautiously as you held up a navy blue dress, one that Jungkook remembers very clearly in his mind as what you were wearing the night he first encountered you in Black Swan, with nothing but disgust in your eyes.
“Hey… I uh, got off work early.” Jungkook mumbled, watching you like a hawk from the corner of his eye. The bruising on your face was beginning to settle, and there were differences, teeny tiny insignificant ones that the untrained eye would probably miss, that he caught straight away.
It's no secret you and your sister are identical, but he knows you like the back of his tattooed hand. He knows all the scars, dimples, the texture, the tone of your skin. He knows you, he's seen you in all your glory on your best days and held you in the darkness of the bad days.
The woman in front of him isn't you.
You hadn’t bothered to look up at him standing against the doorway, didn’t greet him, didn’t throw your arms round his neck and tug him into a warm embrace or loving kiss like you usually did. No, you just stared at that god damn dress as though it was the ugliest article of clothing to ever exist. There was no nostalgic twinkle in your eye, heat didn’t rise to your cheeks at the memory of how Jungkook slid his inked fingers down every square inch of that same fabric before fucking you for the very first time. Your smile was empty, unbothered and tainted by the way you rolled your eyes at his arrival.
“Good for you.” You shrugged him off nonchalantly.
His muscles grew tense beneath his tailored grey suit, Taehyung had warned him not to lose his temper in front of you because they needed to find the real you as soon as possible. Letting his emotions get the best of him could possibly put you in danger. And so without thinking too much about it he quirked a thick brow, probing his tongue against the inside of his cheek in an attempt to stop the putrid insults he had waiting from escaping his lips.
“Did you go to work today?” He asked with deep breaths, busying himself by finding a lounge wear set to change into.
While his fingers dug into his drawers he peered over his shoulder, you were still sitting in front of the full-length mirror holding the navy dress. It was like something from a horror movie, the eeriness, the tension, the way he could’ve sworn your reflection displayed an evil smirk but when his eyes flickered to your profile it had completely vanished. Jungkook didn’t know how much more of this he could endure, but the prospect of you being held somewhere against your will, or worse, gave him the strength he needed to bite his tongue.
“No… I’m still pretty shaken up after the break in I guess.”
“Mhm.” Jungkook physically bit his tongue, until the metallic iron taste of blood tainted his mouth. “So what have you been doing today?”
It wasn’t like him to go into a different room to change, but ever since he’d connected the dots of who the woman sitting before him truly is – he’s made a conscious effort not to undress around her. Standing in the ensuite bathroom he slipped into his comfort clothes, fists balling tightly before they slid into his sweatpants. He can't keep doing this. When the ensuite door swung open thankfully he was already dressed, and his whole body grew equally as rigid as his jaw when you stood in front of him with an empty yet flirtatious smile.
“Waiting for you of course.” The purr landed on his ears like a swarm of blood thirsty mosquitos, draining him.
It took everything inside him not to grimace, stomach bile quickly rising to the back of his throat upon seeing your long eyelashes blink at him seductively. There were changes in the details of your face, your skin, down to the way your hair parted. Even if he wanted to be selfish and blissfully ignorant to the fact the woman in front of him was not the one he loved, he couldn’t. Because when your fingertips brushed up his abdomen, tugging up his hoodie in the process, those differences were the only thing he could concentrate on.
“I’m gonna go to the gym.” He barged past you, heart thundering inside his chest threatening to implode. He didn’t spare you a second glance, didn’t listen to whatever words you uttered under your breath. All that mattered in that moment was that he had to escape your presence before his wrath did the talking for him.
It took him five hours of hitting his favourite punching bag to calm down. Five hours of ignoring your texts and calls. Five hours of being anywhere but around you. Because deep down he knew the longer this scenario panned out for, the closer he got to quite literally killing ‘you’. And when he got home last night things went from bad to worse, the hairs on his body standing to attention before his physiological fight or flight response ultimately kicked in.
“Jungkookie… Why don’t you come to bed?”
“Not tonight, I’m tired.”
“You haven’t even kissed me since my birthday…” You said, feigning an upset pout.
"Haven't I?" His stare remained cemented to the television.
He knew full well he hadn't, how could he? You're not you. You might walk and talk, look and dress like you - but you're still not you. Being intimate with you right now is the last thing on his mind. He's only fucking doing this to protect you, keep you safe. At least that's what he says to himself to get him out of bed each morning.
"I guess there are ways you can make up for that though..." Your voice was low and sultry, burning his ears with each syllable. He didn't dare look in your direction, knowing that you were wearing lingerie in an attempt to lure him closer.
Fuck this. He’d thought. Fuck being a pawn in whatever sick and twisted game this was. Perhaps it was a foolish error to make, but he couldn't catch the scoff that emitted from his throat in time, fleeing the apartment within minutes. Bringing him here, the same guest bed he’d just woken up in mere moments ago. The one place he knows you’re avoiding like the plague.
Jungkook doesn’t know the details of how you and Jimin became best friends, but he knows that not even a single day goes by where the two of you don’t communicate. Up until one week ago.
The familiar comfort of the thick cotton sheets slide over his frame when he shifts in bed, stretching. Jungkook has been staying at Jimin and Yoongi’s place almost every night since the break-in, under the ruse of ‘working late in the office’.
Over the past few days himself, Jimin, Yoongi and Taehyung have been working their hardest to get to the bottom of this situation. A private investigator was hired, one who informed the group that no official police report had ever been filed after your birthday. It was a lie. It was all a lie.
Of course the other members of Jungkook’s trusted friends felt for him, they really did, having to live with you and act normal in your presence when they all know full-well that you are not you. For the others, avoiding you had been pretty effortless, giving the fact that you’d actively stayed away from them. But Jungkook hadn’t been so lucky.
The revealing outfits. The bitchiness. The blatant disregard for what had happened. The guilt trips. The attempts to lure him into bed. It’s all chipping away at his heart and truthfully he knows he doesn’t have much heart left to share.
“Hey…” It’s Jimin’s soft voice that pulls Jungkook from his thoughts, opening the guest bedroom door quietly. “Can I come in?”
With a lazy morning voice thickened with sleep Jungkook chuckles, sitting up in bed, “It’s your house Jimin.”
Your best friend smiles nodding once before stepping over the threshold, “I didn’t hear you come in last night, you should’ve woken me up.”
“Nah,” Jungkook frowns, pursing his lips, “You two were already in bed I didn’t want to disturb you, thanks for leaving your door open for me though.”
“Did she make a move on you again?”
“Mhm. Bolted out the apartment and came straight here, I should probably go back soon.” He sighs, feeling the weight of the world struggling to rest on his broad shoulders. He can’t keep doing this for much longer, he knows that, but he can’t risk the real you getting hurt because of his impatience either.
Jimin’s expression is nothing short of pained when he sits on the edge of the bed, keeping a good amount of distance between the two men, “She’s not there, the PI called about twenty minutes ago and said she left, he’s gonna try and follow her and see where she goes.”
“Mmm. Probably for the best.” Kook nods, fingertips messily combing his hair, "I'm getting pretty close to hitting a woman for the first time in my life."
“Jungkook…” Jimin sighs, averting his gaze to the corner of the room, “It’s been a week… Maybe we should go to the police. I-, I know pretending you’re okay is slowly killing you. You can’t keep living like this, and Y/N wouldn’t want—”
“Y/N is the only reason I’m doing this.” Jungkook bites, “You’re right, the situation is less than ideal and if I had it my way that bitch would be six feet under by now. But… She’s the only one who knows where Y/N really is, like Tae said we have to be smart about this.”
“But—”
“Jimin I know you’re worried about her, believe me I am too—”
“Do you really trust Taehyung’s motives here?” Jimin’s question is like a dagger to Jungkook’s spine, forcing him to sit up straighter with furrowed brows and a confused slack jaw, “Look I like Tae, but don’t you think it’s a little suspicious that he’s the one saying we shouldn’t inform the police? He’s in love with your fiancé. Why wouldn’t he want the police to help us? It’s not like you’re a regular guy with a regular problem, the police will actually listen to you because of who you are.”
At this Jungkook pauses, blood running cold while he mulls over the facts. You’re missing, the police should be informed. Except you’re not missing missing. Should the police be informed? Taehyung does love you. As does Jimin, and if Jimin’s suggesting to go to the police why would Taehyung be against that? Is he looking for you himself to play the hero? No. He wouldn’t. Would he?
“I know your head’s up your ass right now,” Jimin wears a sympathetic frown as he speaks, “But it’s obvious Y/N has been replaced by her cunt of a sister. How did she even know Y/N was alone in the apartment? Taehyung was the last person to see Y/N, knew she was home alone, and suddenly there’s a break-in and you ‘shouldn’t go to the police’? Come on Kook connect the dots yourself.”
“I-, I don’t have time for this. Thanks for letting me crash here but I need to get to the office.” Jungkook mumbles, Jimin’s words scratching every corner of his mind until he has the beginnings of a painful migraine. It simultaneously makes sense and no sense at all. Does Taehyung know where you are?
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The concept of time has been truly lost on you. You don’t know how long you’ve been held captive in this tiny dark room. You don’t know if anybody’s even noticed you’ve gone. All you know is that you’re being held in the same place as your nephew, giving that most of the time you’re the one to care for him in here.
There’s a man in here sometimes too, a faceless man, who speaks quiet enough for you to miss most of his words. You long for a wave of recognition to wash over you one day and know who it is, remember that voice, see his face, who’s keeping you here, but it’s yet to happen.
“I’ll get us out of here I promise.” You whisper to a sleeping Charlie, who’s bundled up atop the small mattress in the makeshift dungeon you’re residing in. This is no place for a child. At least he’s too young to remember any of this, you tell yourself over and over until the guilt somewhat subsides.
A dull vibration earns you to jump, especially when you register that it’s coming from inside your room. Did Ruth leave her phone here? You’re sweating, dirty, scrambling to your feet to follow the sound and try to save yourself from this nightmare. It feels too good to be true. Like being stranded on a desert island and seeing a rescue ship in the distance. Every ounce of hope surges your body and manifests into energy.
It's a black Samsung phone, and Ruth is calling it.
Fuck this, you think, fucking being a pawn in whatever sick and twisted game this is. Your thumb trembles as you decline the call instantly, adrenaline coursing your veins while you weigh up your options. This is it. You’re going to be saved. There’s a lock on the device, because of course there is, so you’re only able to call the numbers you know by heart.
999? Or Jeon Industries?
Against your better judgement you opt for the latter, desperately wanting nothing more than to hear Jungkook’s voice. You’ll call him first, the police second. The battery is only at 2% and you know time is against you if Ruth's already figured out the owner of the phone left it here. But you don’t care. You’ve barely eaten, drank, slept, you’re delirious and wearing a tight frantic smile when the line starts to ring and you hear the familiar sound of the main receptionists voice.
“Hello Jeon Industries, how can I help?”
“Hi! Oh my god hi. Hello,” You clear your throat, voice hot and sore, “Can you put me through to Jungkook please. It’s urgent.”
“Mr Jeon hasn’t arrived to the office just yet, I can put you through to his assistant who’ll gladly take a message for you?” The woman sounds chipper, truthfully you’ve never really liked the receptionist there because the times you have seen her she’s always been gawking at your man. But in this moment she’s without a doubt your favourite person on the planet.
“Yes, yes that’s fine okay pass me to Hoseok please.” You’re nodding, hands shaking, heart pounding, palms clammy from anxiety and panic. Please hurry, you think, please—
“Jeon Jungkook’s office you’re speaking with his assistant, how can I help you today?”
“Hobi!” You sob, tears clouding your vision while you struggle to keep it together, “Hobi it’s me, it’s Y/N. Is Jungkook there? Or can you pass me through to his personal number? Please. I don’t have much time—”
“…Y/N?” Hoseok’s voice is eerily quiet yet oozes surprise, and as quickly as he answered the call he vanishes.
 You peel the device away from your ear, disappointment weighing down every joint in your body. You ran out of time. It’s dead.
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Running late is something that Jungkook has been doing a lot lately. Usually he’s painfully punctual, to a point where it pisses people off. He hates tardiness, bad time keeping infuriates him so finding himself jogging into the office twenty minutes after he was supposed to arrive doesn’t particularly make him feel great. Never mind the fact he’s going through absolute hell on earth right now, countless conspiracy theories circling his brain.
Jimin has a point, but Taehyung has a point too. Is telling the police about this going to be better for your safety, or worse? What if Taehyung does know where you are? What if he doesn’t? Who does? Jungkook is just about ready to punch the large glass door to his office when he sees his assistant in his peripheral vision.
“Morning Hoseok, do I have any messages?” He waves his hand politely, forcing a smile. The two are dressed almost identically today in three piece black suits, and for a split second Jungkook finds peace within the sense of normality and routine this building brings.
Hoseok’s eyes flicker to his boss, the Adam’s apple in his throat bobbing up and down as he swallows what Jungkook imagines to be his breakfast. It’s early, Hoseok usually has breakfast with your assistant Yuri before making his way here. An unconventional couple, Jungkook thinks, but at least their situation is nowhere near as messy as his own.
“Well?” Jungkook smiles, doe-eyes widening as if to force an answer, “Did anyone call before I got here?”
“No sir… Nobody called.”
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organreeps · 10 months
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I WAITED TOO LONG FOR YOU. I WILL DEVOUR YOU, LOVE YOU INTO FLAME.
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tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable. ゙ . ✩ . '
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tarkiiory · 4 months
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imnotlauriane · 2 years
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YEARNING FOR YOU (unsure fate)
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Watching everyone around me meeting their fated, their mate, seeing the yearning in their gaze as they stare at each other, I want that too, so dearly, whoever they are, I would love them without hesitation, with all of my heart.
CHAPTERS: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , ...
BTS X READER
VAMPIRE/MATE AU
M/F , MULTI
RATED M
Find my masterlist here
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kookiecrumb · 2 years
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JJK || Someway
Chapter Five (Finalé)
previous • masterlist
summary: You go on a non-refundable cruise with your LA realtor ex-boyfriend. Things get interesting.
tags: one bed trope, exes to lovers, mutual pining, stubborn!y/n, vacation, smut, angst, fluff
warnings (per chapter): smut (18+), fingering, breast touchin and lickin, use of the word sl*t, horny grinding, creaming in his pants, creaming in her panties, slight angst, unprotected sex*(don't do this), pussy tastin', backshots, creampie, possessive jungkook, multiple orgasms, smol fluff
wc: 1.4K
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With your face flush with embarrassment, you lay down a hundred dollar bill on the table and leave.
You knew this night would turn sour and yet you decided on going out with him anyways. Really, this is all your own fault. You'd have to eat your words very soon.
You didn't bother chasing after Jungkook at first. Your priority was getting to a safe place. You couldn't bring yourself to hide in the bathrooms like a coward again. You just needed to hope that he hadn't run back to the hotel room.
When do things ever go right for you anyways?
There he is, standing before the bed with his fingertips grazing the sheets. He knows you're here but he does not look up to greet you. Instead, he says this:
"Do you have a problem with me?
Do you have some sort of problem with me?"
He holds.
"Honestly.
All day, you act like you never want to see me but as soon as we're alone you give me these fuck me eyes and what am I supposed to think about that?
What am I supposed to assume when I get your horny text messages at 3 AM– and I know you've been drinking because I can smell it on your clothes and some other guys cologne–
It makes me fucking sick.
To watch you break yourself over wanting me back.
You know why you need to stay away from me yet the devil on your shoulder beckons you to me does it not? You miss it.
You've been searching for that same thrill that I gave you every time we linked, but you can't find it anywhere else on this ship– not even out there in the real world.
Because you need me.
As much as your stuck up ass hates to admit anything to me– it's in your eyes, Y/N. It's in the way that just now, your attitude towards me changed completely from defensive to vulnerable.
You insist you're not into me, right? You're fucking confusing. You're so dense.
You'd let me fuck it out of you right now.
You called me a liar.
You're a liar and you're a coward and I'm going to prove it to you right now."
Your face transforms.
"If I'm wrong you'll correct me."
He paces closer, folding his arms over each other.
"Isn't that right, Y/N? You're just as desperate as I am for the kind of sex we had. I know how to touch you right and you're so afraid of saying that no other guy…can make you feel like I do…"
"Because it'll make you feel weak, like you've surrendered something." His words get softer as he approaches you, his stance starkly parallel to you.
"Can you do that for me? Surrender to me."
It is in this moment in which you learn to let go of every part of you that's screaming for you to refrain from inching forward and kissing him. Every stubborn cell in your body is fighting against your instinct to pull forward and allow him to take you in him once again.
It is such a bitter return to the man who truly knows how to handle you. He is the only one that understands the needs of your body and you cannot deny him any longer. It would be like denying oxygen or water.
From the way his eyes analyze your face to his posture, his hips leaning towards you, open towards any touch you grant him. He is not intimidated by your game anymore. Jungkook is a grown man who knows exactly what he wants from you, and that is for you to squirm under him and admit your defeat.
The ever-tempting surrender, the white flag that he's been beckoning from you silently, now spoken and in the heavy air between the two of you. Resistance at this point is fatal and you know it by the way Jungkook's eyes are lit up, like a tiger's waiting to strike on wounded prey.
His lips remain parted, the words seemingly still hanging from his lips. Your surrender is already circulating his mind, and his thoughts are now infiltrated by a vision of you fucked and ruined on the bed next to you in a thousand different positions. He tilts his head towards you.
You switch between his eyes. "I surrender."
He has you pinned within seconds on the bed with his hips pressed into your clothed cunt just to tease. His big hands squeeze your ass, kneading promptly as he sucks and kisses your pliant lips. You moan softly with each breath, feeling him harden beneath you.
You pull him down with your legs and grind as his mouth discovers the peak of your breast, wrapping his lips around them and teasing them between his teeth.
"Fuhhck, Jungkook,," you whine, weaving your fingers through your hair. The straps from your dress dangle from either side of you, your tits fully accessible to him as his tongue laps at them. He furrows his eyebrows in need. You glance down at him. The sight sends a thrill to your pussy.
While grinding on him, you find a sweetspot against him. It stimulates your throbbing clit nicely, causing you to melt under him. He smiles into a sweet kiss. He could feel your heat through your pathetic underwear.
He grunts and readjusts his pelvis. You feel his whole cock now, warm and incredibly firm beneath his pants. As much as you try to spread yourself on him, it's not enough. Your cunt is begging to be penetrated and filled with his cum. Your body heats up and a thin film of sweat accumulates on your body.
It's not enough. It's not enough and it's too much all at once. You squirm.
Jungkook forces your hips down. "Don't fucking move. I'm going to cum,"
You gasp, unable to contain your insatiable wish for him to cream in his pants while humping you. "Ohh, Kookie…" you sigh, taking in his scent as your nails scratch his broad back. "Fuck~ me too, I wanna cum,,"
Your body convulses in pleasure, your heart fluttering against your chest as your legs tighten impossibly around Jungkook's mighty thighs. His hips stagger as he paints the inside of his dress pants white, panting wildly as he catches your lips in a hasty kiss.
It's an amazing relief. The release leaves your head spinning and your body needing more of him almost immediately. He's peeling the clothes off of himself before your hooded eyes, biting his lip in concentration.
You run your hands down his abdominals. He smirks, noticing your horny touch. "Keep going," he encourages as he releases his flaccid cock from his pants. Even half-hard, Jungkook is impressive. His length is almost halfway the size of his thigh.
You moan at the sight of it, kicking off your panties and pulling up your once pristine dress. His fingers tease at your cunt, his middle and index stroking you methodically before filling you experimentally. Immediately, you buck up for him.
"Slut," he smirks.
He's visibly sticky from his orgasm, and you're flooding for him already. He takes a string of your arousal and laps it. It's a nostalgic taste. "Ohhh fuck, I missed your tight little pussy," he groans.
In one fluid motion, he penetrates you. You're so dripping wet that his massive cock glides in, settling snugly beneath your cervix. You need him deeper. Realizing this, you get on your knees and lift yourself so that he can get deeper. You will spare no pleasure.
Jungkook's tattooed hands play and flick your cunt as he buries himself inside of you.
"Mmm~!"
He leans down and kisses you lovingly, securing you to the mattress as he snaps his hips into you. Your quivering hands grip the sheets tightly as he delivers his thrusts, shaking with overwhelming pleasure.
You tense, breathing heavy as you discover your fast-approaching orgasm. "Mmgh, mmn…" you mew, feeling your entire body flare up in burning need for his cum.
"Mine…" he growls as his pounding stutters. "Mine, fucking mine, mine, fuck, mine–" he pants wildly, creaming inside of you in desperation. His cum spills out of you, dripping over the white sheets beneath you.
He relents, shifting the both of you so he can kitten-lick you clean. He helps you up, generously and kisses you. "I'm so happy," he remarks.
You carefully hold his face and smile. "So am I."
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a/n: I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I have and I'm sorry for such a delayed chapter, I was graduating lol
permatags: @kooliv @koobsessed @angelwonie @carolynanderson @hoseokgrecns @bangsterz @swykoon @sxtaep @koostarcandy @hgema @jjkeverlast @armys-dna @nglmrk
taglist: @jimin444 @theaufanartist @n-e-v-0-u @abgldadna47
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always-is-always · 8 months
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Okay.
I’ll say it. 
Sorry not sorry.
I hope this fashion trend ends.... like tomorrow.  
You know, the baggy, dirty, 10″ too long, where’s-the-body-underneath, jeans.
The shirts that look like they were made for someone 7′2″ tall and not 5′10″.
Jeon Jungkook is a beautiful human.  Balenciaga is not his friend. 
(Balenciaga is no one’s friend, but that’s a whole different post to write.)
Fingers crossed that Kook doesn’t become their ambassador, for sure! 
All ya’ll know I love Kookie.  So this isn’t against him.  
It’s the companies who are manufacturing and marketing the crap clothing. 
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sullivvii · 3 months
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ggukkiereads · 1 year
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Please help me find this fanfic … it’s been years and I can’t stop thinking abt it
jk oc married .. work at same office different departments… jk starts coming home late and tired … oc gets suspicious… prepared dinner , jk refuses , fight … turns out Jk is staying long hours because he’s saving up money to take oc on vacation as she was from a rich family and had to change her means to be w/ him and he feels bad
🌷 Oh yes! =) it’s been asked before and actually part of my JK Established Relationship fic rec list =) This is by @mintseesaw
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btschooseafic · 3 months
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Hi everyone!
Someone was asking if I knew of any similar fics to this https://www.tumblr.com/kooktrash/737246965890498560/million-dollar-darling-jeon-jungkook?source=share
I haven't read it and I can't think of any off the top of my head, so pls comment if you know anything!
Tags are jungkook x model!reader (female), light enemies to lovers, old money, smut, inspired by crazy rich asians
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leprincedesdragons · 2 years
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↳ Crazy Rich Asians AU
Tyler & Daniel as Alistair & Kitty
Heir Tyler Lee falls in love with Hollywood’s rising star Daniel Choi. After he proposes to him, the older generation of his family is set on destroying their relationship at all cost.
“But of course, I know none of that is important to you,” he added. “You’re in love, and you don’t really need Cirque du Soleil performing at your wedding, do you? I mean, you’ll get to stare at that cute puppy-dog face of his every morning for the rest of your life. That’s worth all the money in the world, isn’t it?”
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jungk0oksthighs · 2 years
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Over The Odds | Celebration
Pairing - jungkook x reader
Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook
Word count - 4.6k
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Your family host a welcome home dinner for Ruth
warnings: swearing, drunk (consensual) sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, dom!jk, daddy!jk, bratty oc, rough sex, squirting, choking 
Y/N: Pls tell me you’re still coming I can’t do this alone
Jungkook: I’m on my way, 5 mins tops
The return of your beloved sister has prompted your parents to host a warm and wonderful family meal, except that it’s neither of those things, not for you anyway. You’re sat at the family dining table debating meaningless scenarios with your dad, as you usually do when you’re together, drinking wine. You’re currently discussing ‘does eating a whole punnet of grapes as a snack makes somebody extremely healthy, or extremely unhealthy?’, impatiently tapping your bare foot on the hard dining room floor, waiting for your boyfriend to rescue you from this hell.
It's not that you don’t want to be here, you do, your parents have calmed down about the whole sex tape scandal now and so being in their company is fine – your dad’s even looking forward to meeting Jungkook, whereas a few weeks ago he would’ve probably used his head as a makeshift dartboard given the chance. As always your mum’s her lively self, already drunk from guzzling two bottles of cheap wine by… six pm. It’s very entertaining though, watching her slur her words and dance around to her favourite songs that blast from the Alexa.
Your parents aren’t the problem at all, they never are, Ruth and her boyfriend Seokjin are. Whether it’s intentional or not they keep speaking over you every time you open your mouth, Ruth’s even undermined you in front of your parents at least four times in the last hour. They do look sickeningly good together though, like winners of the genetic lottery or some kind of freaky lab experiment to make the perfect couple. Seokjin is…nice. Much like your own boyfriend he’s a CEO, apparently the daughters of this family have a type, and he’s funny, funny enough to make your mum almost piss her pants more than once – that being said she has drank two bottles of wine already so it’s somewhat of an easy feat.
“Is he even coming?” Ruth snort-laughs into her wine glass, glaring at you from across the table that’s covered in cold meats, cheeses, grapes and wine. Even though she’s wearing a very short green dress she’s sitting on Seokjin’s knee, who’s whispering sweet nothings into her pierced ears. In front of your parents none the less.
“He’s on his way.” You say with a deep inhale, blood pressure increasing from your sisters attitude.
Seokjin is drunk, that’s a given, your mother has poured everything alcoholic into his system and danced with him enough times to prove the fact. The skin on his face is redder than it was when he first arrived, but he’s still very handsome – probably the best looking boyfriend your sisters ever had, and there’s been plenty. His hair is almost black, parted in the centre of his forehead similar to the way Jungkook’s is sometimes, he has wide shoulders and looks like he works out frequently, the pink shirt he's wearing is struggling to contain his large frame.
“Look who’s here!” Your mum sings loudly, dragging your boyfriend through the hallway and into the dining room. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t even heard the doorbell ring – oops.
“Hello, is everyone okay?” Jungkook’s doe-eyes make you weak at the knees, immediately relaxing in your chair. He’s come straight from work, his black suit and crisp white shirt is a dead giveaway. He’s holding two bottles of wine, presumably one red and one white, or at least he was before your hawk-eyed mother takes them from him with a drunken grin.
You watch him make his way across the room in a few short strides, not to you, but to your father sitting on the chair to your left. He leans down and shakes his hand with warm yet serious eyes, “It’s nice to finally meet you sir.”
“Likewise, you’re probably my favourite person in this room.” Your dad chuckles, returning the handshake.
“Oh?” Jungkook bares his perfectly straight white teeth in an almighty panty-dropping smile as he sits down on your right, unbuttoning his suit jacket, “I’ll take that.”
“You’re dating my youngest and you’ve given my oldest a career, of course you’re my favourite.” He winks, playfully pointing at your boyfriend a few times before passing him a glass of red wine. “And please call me Charlie.”
“Thank you.” He nods, finally settling his gaze on you and the black Bardot-style dress you’re wearing, lingering on your bare shoulders for a little too long to be considered an accident, “You look nice.”
You snort in return, you know just as much as he does that if your parents weren’t in the room right now he would’ve said something entirely different. His eyes flicker to your cleavage for a split second before he starts drinking, clearing his throat and frowning at the taste of cheap alcohol. You laugh again, this time gripping his free hand under the table as you wonder if he’s ever experienced a delicacy quite like a £5 special offer bottle of wine from the local corner shop.
“Are you okay?” You ask him, amused.
“Always am, how are you?” His voice doesn’t have you convinced, nor do his pinched brows. It’s obvious he hates the wine and he’s just trying to be polite, but you let it go.
“I’m good thanks, dad and I were just having a debate about grapes.”
“Oh? Do tell.” He says, eagerly looking between you both.
You smile, jokingly rolling your eyes, “So if a person eats a full punnet of grapes—”
“Jungkook! This is Seokjin.” Ruth shouts proudly, cupping her boyfriend’s slightly pink face, “He’s the CEO of Kim Market, you know the online Asian snack store?”
At this Jungkook grips your hand a little tighter, looking across the table, “Right, I thought I recognised you. I’ve seen you at fundraisers in the past, nice to see you again. I hope business is going well.” He turns back to you with loving eyes, “I’m sorry, carry on.”
“If a person eats a full punnet of grapes,” You repeat yourself, feeling a little dazed from all the wine and annoyed that you were rudely interrupted, “Does that make them healthy or unhealthy?”
“Healthy.” He says with confidence and a small nod, “It’s fruit.”
“That’s exactly what I said!” You’re beaming brightly, maybe even seeming a little smug when you give your dad a look that screams ‘I told you so’.
“No, because it’s a full punnet, we’re not talking about one or two grapes Y/N we’re talking about a big bag of them.” Your dad half-scolds and half-sighs, he’s not going to drop this any time soon.
“Right,” Jungkook’s quick to jump to your defence, letting your hand go to drape his arm over the back of your chair, “But if I eat a lot of grapes that’s at least two of my five a day, whereas if I eat a lot of chocolate… Well I’ve just eaten a lot of chocolate, counts for nothing. And grapes are less calories.”
“Mmm.” Your dad mulls this information over with a serious expression, you’re looking between them with a pained slightly embarrassed smile, “I can see why you’re a CEO son. You’re smart.”
Son. Your chest swells.
“Of course he’s smart, he hired me.” Ruth gloats, winning your mother to tut and roll her eyes beside her. Similarly to you when your mum’s had even just a drop of alcohol she can’t hold back, always showing and saying what’s on her mind and getting herself into trouble. You stifle a laugh as she mouths something that looks like ‘here we go again’ to you.
“Actually I had no input in recruiting the new employees, my assistant Hoseok was the one who hired you.” Much to your surprise Jungkook shuts your sister down, and you have to catch your jaw before it falls to the ground.
“A CEO that doesn’t have any input with recruitment?” She challenges him with a face of thunder. The room is silent, save for the music and Jungkook’s small but low chuckle.
“It’s not uncommon for the owner of a company to be busy, so our assistants tend to lighten our workload. Right Seokjin?” Your boyfriend grins, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed in your entire life, “I can imagine you’re much too busy at Kim Market to do the interview and enrolment process for all its new employees.”
“I have a specific recruitment team that take care of things like that.” Seokjin admits with a small nod, ignoring the way your sister visibly tenses on top of him, “You’re right, I don’t have the time either!” He laughs, as does everybody else – save for Ruth.
“It’s just if I were a CEO I’d want to be more careful about who I employ.” She bites, but the man sitting next to you doesn’t fold.
“I trust my assistant, he wouldn’t be my assistant otherwise,” His tongue pops the inside of his cheek and if you could’ve jumped his bones right there and then, blown away by this…assertiveness you haven’t seen in him for so long, “Besides like your boyfriend said, it’s not that we don’t want to we just don’t have the time. But we shouldn’t be talking about work right now, so sorry how rude of me. How’s everyone’s day been?”
You zone out of the conversation completely, Jungkook’s talking to your mum about something relating to the price of wine at the local corner shop but you can’t bring yourself to listen. Fuck. He is without a doubt the definition of the perfect man – sitting there in a suit, putting your sister in her place, getting along with your family, actually listening to what you have to say, looking as good as he does… You’re in awe, the only thing you can think about is how badly you want him right now. On top of you, underneath you, behind you. You want him, all of him. Now.
“Y/N?” Your dad’s voice tears you from your vivid borderline illegal daydream that infringes almost all of the man’s human rights.
“Sorry what did you say?” You’re flustered, facing your father with an apologetic eyes.
“How’s the job search going?” He asks again, genuinely interested.
“Oh,” You sigh, you haven’t even been interviewed for any of the jobs you’d applied for, all it takes is one quick Google search of your name to see why, “I’ll find something soon.” You offer him a weak, reassuring smile.
“You know McDonald’s is always hiring Y/N.” Ruth winks, downing the rest of her drink.
At this your mum visibly loses it, shaking her head in disbelief, “Ruth.” She scolds her with a knowing look you’ve seen one too many times throughout your life, “Your sister has the same qualifications as you—”
“And she’s done nothing with them, yet I’m the bad guy?” Your older sibling reminds her, and you, and everyone else of how life hasn’t given you the same opportunities as her.
Jungkook’s frowning with a tense jaw as though he’s having an internal debate before he breaks the silence, “You know I could give you a job. I’m sure Hoseok would love to show someone as smart as you the ropes of what we do at JI.”
“You’re not giving me a job,” You say quietly, facing him, “I’ll find something soon.”
“Oh I know you will,” He smiles, a genuine confident smile because he believes in you, his fingertips lightly graze your back, “But if you ever want a backup option I’m happy to help.”
“I wouldn’t call Jeon Industries a backup option,” Seokjin scoffs, wide-eyed, “It’s one of the most profitable companies on the planet, didn’t you make the Forbes thirty under thirty list this year? For the fourth year in a row?”
Where most people would and rightfully should brag about something like that, Jungkook deflects with a shrug, “All I’m saying is if nothing comes up, we’d be happy to have you.”
As the night progresses both you and Jungkook drink a lot of wine, courtesy of your mother who made sure neither one of your glasses ever made it to being empty. Conversation flows freely between your group and your heart bursts with pride at how likeable and genuine Jungkook’s personality remains throughout the night, even when he himself is equally as drunk as you. Yoongi picks you up and takes you to the familiar penthouse apartment around midnight, and soon you find yourself slamming your boyfriend’s back against the first wall you find inside.
“Whoa, Y/N…” He chuckles breathlessly against your lips, his inked fingers tangled in your hair.
You’re kissing him feverishly, desperately, passionately – you want him now. The alcohol has ridded you of any insecurity you felt before, it’s been so long since you’ve had sex that you’re already moaning against his mouth in anticipation. Feeling brazen you snake your hand down to his clothed crotch, palming his hardening cock.
“Baby you’ve been drinking.” He groans with eyes squeezed shut as if he’s having an internal moral debate, though he doesn’t stop you.
“So have you.” You argue, breath still smelling like wine as you continue to kiss him.
“Ah-,” He hisses, hips subconsciously buckling into your hand for more friction, “I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow.”
“I won’t.” You state matter-of-factly, slipping your tongue into his warm mouth.
At this Jungkook grips your bare shoulders and pulls you away from him, his hooded eyes are stained pink from alcohol but you can still make out the burning desire that’s darkening his irises. He’s panting, trying to catch his breath ever since you literally pinned him up and knocked it out of him, “We haven’t done this since… Yknow.”
“So stop talking and get on with it.” You say half annoyed, half flirtatiously, your voice low and oozing seduction, “I want you Jungkook… I want you so bad, touch me…” You whisper, leaning into his neck where you start planting lewd kisses, small bites and sucks.
You feel his Adams apple bob in his throat, along with the vibration of a small growl, “Such a fucking brat.” He rasps, gripping your waist.
You take this an encouragement and kiss his mouth again, messily, shamelessly moaning against him. He’s not even attempting to stop you anymore and judging by the hold he has on your body you know he wants this just as much as you do, maybe more. Within a matter of minutes you’re pressed down against the familiar smell of his mattress, you’re so concentrated on how his body feels on top of yours that you don’t even remember getting to his bedroom.
“Please...” You whimper, head spinning from how good this feels and he hasn’t even touched you yet.
“So fucking needy.” He smirks against you triumphantly and it feels as though time slows down when he rids you both of any clothes, tossing them to the ground, leaving you needy and naked. There’s no time to be insecure about anything because he’s making his way down your bare body with a long lick of his tongue, leaving a sinful and shiny trail of saliva from your neck to your core.
“Jungkook…” You whine, your shaky hands coming down to nestle between his raven locks, you’re already wet and throbbing for his touch, his breath is hot against your most sensitive area.
Your boyfriend hooks his arms under your legs, pulling you impossibly closer to his waiting face where he spits on your womanhood, making a loud slurping noise as he mercilessly attacks your swollen clit with his mouth without warning. A piercing shriek escapes you as he smothers his face in your pussy, shaking his head as he sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He murmurs against you, doubling his efforts until the speed he’s created has your back arching from the bed, gasping for air. You push your hips up to his mouth, already addicted to how fucking good this feels.
The alcohol in your system surprisingly doesn’t dull your senses, no, you feel everything he’s doing to you. You’re so fucked out in a state of total bliss already that you don’t notice him pulling his left hand from your hip, not until he plunges at least two fingers into your sopping heat with an audible squelch.
“Fuck!” You sob, the stretch and new sensation of being filled with his digits has you reeling, “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop! Oh-” Your cries are louder than you expected presumably because you’re tipsy, you’re so loud that it surprises you both.
Jungkook takes your pleas as further encouragement, immediately curling his fingers inside you over and over quickly, making sure to hit your sweet spot each and every time, all while he sucks and licks your clit even harsher. You’re a mess, your limbs are trembling and your hearts beating so fast you fear it might give out at any moment, this feels fucking amazing.
“Do you like this? Mm?” The vibrations of his voice against you has you squeezing your eyes shut, throwing your head back into the pillows with a low groan. “Do you like it when I suck this pretty little clit?”
“My god-,” You’re silently laughing in disbelief as your orgasm is already approaching, he’s fucking incredible. He’s so good at this, he knows your body like the back of his hand.
“Answer me baby.” He plunges his digits into your creamy walls particularly hard.
“Fuck yes!” Your chest is heaving up and down, the cool air swirling your nipples and only upping the ante of his ministrations, “Daddy don’t stop!” The word drags itself out before you can stop it, and he loses it, a possessive growl rattling his strong chest before he adds a third finger to your wetness, licking you so sloppily and fast that real tears prick your eyes at the overstimulation.
“Come for me baby, come all over my fucking face.” He moans, he can feel your walls tightening around his knuckles, his hand and chin are dripping with your arousal and he’s never been more turned on in his life.
“Please,” Is all you manage to choke out, throwing your hands up to your head where they desperately grip the hairs at your scalp as a white hot heat approaches you, “I’m gonna-,”
Jungkook slows his movements, his tongue is flat and wet against your clit as he circles the area, his fingers rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace. But this doesn’t stop your orgasm, instead it heightens the pleasure as he drags out the final moments of your euphoria, until you’re coming undone, squirting all over him and the sheets below in sync with your pulsating pussy and a high-pitched scream that sounds like his name.
“You’re fucking amazing.” He mumbles into your sopping folds, gently cleaning up the mess he’s made with his ever so talented tongue.
You almost black out from the feeling but somehow find the strength to drag your hands down to his hair, pulling him up to your face and greeting it with heavy, open-mouthed kisses. The taste of you is all over his tongue as it swirls against yours, his lips and chin are shiny and drenched with your come but you don’t care.
“Fuck me, please fuck me.” You pant hopelessly against him, gripping the base of his thick shaft and lining it up with your throbbing hole. He tries to bite back a moan when you grip his hips and push him into you, he effortlessly slides in, you’re so hot and tight around him that he shuts his eyes, burying his head into the crook of you neck.
“Oh-, baby…” He tucks his lip between his teeth, the after taste of you only drives him crazier.
“Fuck me daddy…” You say again, somewhat breathlessly and quiet.
To this he pulls back, his blackened eyes set on you as he holds his weight with one hand and clasps the other round your throat.
You’re both lost in the moment when he starts hammering into your wet pussy, his insane stamina coming into play as he snaps his hips harder and harder, giving you no time to adjust to his massive size. The squelching and slapping noises only add more fuel to his fire and soon he’s fucking you relentlessly into the mattress with a firm hold of your neck, reminding you just how dominant he can be when he wants to be.
“Shit,” A throaty groan escapes him, hungrily watching your body jolt and bounce with each thrust, thankfully the wine doesn’t seem to have affected his capabilities either, “You feel--, fuck baby.”
“Oh my god-,” Your eyes roll back as he repeatedly hits the same sinful spot inside you with his cock, until you’re gushing onto the bed in spurts of slick, coming around his girth.
You watch Jungkook pull back just enough to look between your bodies at the pornographic mess he’s making of you, his mouth agape as he moans a string profanities, finally settling his eyes back to you. “Fuck Y/N,” He releases the grip on your neck, hoisting one of your legs over his shoulder, keeping it in place with his palm flat on the back of your knee.
“Kook!” You cry, your body feeling as though it’s on cloud fucking nine as he plunges into you even deeper. It’s hard to think of the reasons you’ve been putting this off, right now the only thing on your brain is how amazing he feels inside you, and how your skin tingles with electricity where he touches you.
Jungkook looks to be having the same thoughts as you, his features contorted with pleasure as the crown of his cock slams into your cervix with each feral snap of his hips. This feels too good, he never wants it to end.
“Do you like it when I fuck you like this? Hm?” He croaks between grunts and groans, his voice an octave deeper to what it usually is.
“Y-yes. Fuck, yes!”
His movements turn sloppy, messy, even a little misguided as his arms give out and his body falls on top of yours, his rock hard abs making a slapping sound as they meet your stomach. He’s still fucking you though, his face is hot against your neck, “Shit. You’re gonna make me come—” He cuts his admission short to lick and bite the flesh of your earlobe.
“I love you Jungkook.” You whisper, fingernails digging into his shoulder blades.
Your heartfelt confession pulls him over the edge, until he bottoms out as hot bursts of his come shoot into your walls. He’s sweating, his hair is damp against his glistening forehead as he rides out the wave of ecstasy with the occasional roll of his hips. The room is otherwise silent as you both try and catch your breath, you cling onto his tanned frame for dear life as your body trembles from the aftermath of having your brains fucked out.
He peels his head away from your neck, his hooded eyes are drowning with emotion as he stares down at you through dark eyelashes.
“I love you too Y/N,” He shakes his head with a grin, still breathless, “I love you so fucking much.”
When you wake the next morning you’re greeted with Jungkook’s sleepy smile, somehow, during the night you’ve ended up sharing the same silk pillow. His face is close, close enough for him to gently kiss you before you’re fully awake. His lips against yours prompt you to kiss him back with a soft chuckle, eventually pulling back to look at him.
“Good morning.” You hum, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Good morning beautiful.” His smile reaches his doe-eyes before it tugs the corners of his lips, “Are you hungover?”
Surprisingly enough you feel fine but your body is aching far worse than your head, “No I’m okay,” You admit with a lazy morning voice, “How are you feeling?”
“Like the luckiest guy in the world.” He grins, pulling you into his strong arms for a morning snuggle.
You’re so comfortable and content against his warm body that you almost doze off again, feeling nothing but loved. But the feeling of his morning erection pressing against you causes you to laugh, there’s absolutely no way you can handle another round with him right now you’re so sore.
“Not happening,” Your shoulders bounce, “Not yet anyway.”
“Ignore him, he’s just excited that there’s a naked girl in my bed.”
“Mmm,” You laugh again, gazing up at him, “Well you’d better kick her out before I find her and kill her.”
To this Jungkook lolls his head back with a silent giggle, “I don’t know if the idea of there being two of you turns me on or scares the shit out of me. You’re a handful as it is.”
“Just stop talking.”
“See what I mean?” His brow quirks knowingly, “You’re so bossy.”
You choose to ignore him and settle back into his chest, your arm messily thrown over his small waist. There’s a dull vibration coming from somewhere in the room that disturbs your peace and wins you to groan. You might not be hungover but you’re not much of a morning person either, and you’ve decided that whoever’s calling right now is going to get an ear full of your wrath.
“Is that my phone or yours?” You ask, not bothering to move.
“Mine I think,” He sighs, “Hang on.”
And just like that he gets out of bed, making sure to drape the covers back over you before he searches for his discarded suit trousers. Eventually he finds them and grabs his phone, you feel like a pervert for watching him stand at the foot of the bed entirely naked and hard – his toned, tattooed body is a sight you’re never going to get used to. He’s perfect.
“I’ll be right back, I’ve got nine missed calls from Tae,” He chuckles to himself, glancing at you with a small smile, “Do you want a coffee? I got some blonde blend in for you.”
“God, yes please.” You stretch on the bed, every muscle in your body aching.
But when he returns to the bedroom he doesn’t have a coffee for you, instead his sharp profile is blanketed with concern and confusion as he sits on the edge of the bed in grey sweatpants.
“What’s wrong?” You sense the shift in atmosphere immediately, covering your bare chest with the bed sheets when you sit up. “Is everything okay?”
“That was Taehyung…” He’s quiet, putting you further on edge, “The police finally traced the IP address from the video leak.” Your heart drops into the depths of your stomach, reality crashing down onto you like a tonne of bricks. Jungkook swallows, cocking his head to one side with a frown.
“The video was leaked from your apartment Y/N.”
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cookiesuga55 · 2 years
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chubby human + hungry vampire = chubby vampire
If vampire Jungkook feeds from his squishy, round human boyfriend Taehyung regularly... then doesn't that mean vampy JK starts chubbing up and getting fluffy too?
Adorable chub vamp JK fattens up from having such a rich supply of Tae's blood accompanied with kisses every night.
After a long AU discussion with @cakes4koo we decided that chubby vampire JK needs to be a thing from nibbling on his round yummy human boyfriend all the time.
They're both happy and fat and desperately in love
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brilliantdarling · 5 months
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“Without my aspirations to improve myself I’m basically a dead man.”
— Jeon Jungkook
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imnotlauriane · 2 years
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YEARNING FOR YOU
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BTS X READER VAMPIRE/MATE AU
CHAPTER 5 (10k words)
For more information about this story, find it here
'What do you mean you're on a plane?!' Solar exclaims from the other side of the line as I board said plane, nothing with me but my trusty handbag.
The rest of my belongings back at the hotel could disappear forever for all I care, I have much more important to do right now.
Heck, I was just about ready to call for a private jet if the first plane ready to depart back to Korea didn't have any space left for me.
"You heard me, Solar, I have to go back home right now. They... they called, I don't have only one, I have seven and- fuck, Solar, I can barely breathe without feeling like my heart is going to seep out through my nostrils, they clearly requested for me to stop with the blind dates and that's what I'll do, I'll find an excuse to tell mom later, for now, I need to get ready to meet them tomorrow".
I head to the VIP section without waiting for someone to show me the way, I know every planes by heart at this point so it's just a waste of time and once I'm sat in my cubicle, I close the door, not wishing to be bothered by anyone unless we're about to crash.
'What? Are you talking about- you have seven mates?!' Solar screeches and I hum, heart thrumming with so much strength that I feel like I might get sick at this rate.
'Holy shit girl, okay, yeah, you go then, fuck, you found them- I mean they found you, but you're finally about to meet them, this is amazing, I'm so happy for you!' she beams with so much excitement that anyone would believe she's the one who just found her fated, not me.
"We'll be flying soon, Solar, I need to end the call but I'll let you know how it went tomorrow, okay? Do you think you can handle anything that happens in the meantime? I don't want to be bothered when I'm finally about to be with them, I've waited too long for that" I ask her and she lets out an agreeing chirp.
'Of course, what a question! It's going to be a pleasure, I'll be your protection against every distractions, you can count on me! No one is getting in the way of my best friend and her mates, oh no!'.
I slip out a giggle, excitement blooming within me, there's no way I can stay calm right now and she coos at the sound of it, enough that it's starting to make me shy. The things meeting your fated can do, I haven't even seen them yet.
'You're adorable, rest well on the way back to Korea and don't worry about anything else, I'll handle what's left here before taking the plane tomorrow, I'll have a car waiting for you when you land, they should be waiting by the exit, the driver will recognize you'.
I hum with a small smile, body finally starting to relax a little in my seat. "Thank you Solar, I owe you and... I'm sorry for leaving you behind, I wasn't thinking straight when I left, I think I left Jinjin to pay for my drink, I didn't even say goodbye, can you please make sure to apologize for me?".
'Will do, don't you worry your pretty head about anything and just focus on the seven mates you'll be meeting soon. I have another call coming in, we'll talk later, okay? Be safe!' and the line cuts there.
I exhale slowly as I tuck my phone in my bag after turning it off and close my eyes, fingers hitting my thighs restlessly. This is going to be pure hell until I touch the ground again, I wish even more now that I could teleport, damn this.
One day. Just one day then I can see them in person.
Their POV
"Hyung!? What do I wear!! I'm freaking out, someone help me!!".
"Did someone take my hair brush and gel? You better bring them back right now!!!".
"Do we have clean black socks anywhere?! Why are all the ones in the drawers pink or multicoloured?!".
"Did I just put on too much perfume? I think I did, should I go take another shower? Oh shit, yeah I should-".
"We don't have time anymore for that! Just use this soap and scrub properly! Also I can see the hair gel here but I don't see any brush!".
"The black socks are all in the drying machine, that's where I found mine!".
"I have the hair brush! And are you all going to ignore me?! What do I wear?!!".
"Clothes, Jimin, you wear clothes!".
"ARGH!! That is NOT helping!".
"We don't have time anymore, we need to go! We can't make her wait!".
"Joonie, hold up, you're not even wearing trousers!".
"I- shit, five minutes, we leave in five minutes!!".
"Guys?! Help me??!".
"Ugh! You're impossible! I'm coming! Everyone else put on your shoes and get the cars running, we really can't waste anymore time".
"She's going to hate our cars, she'll see the vehicles and she'll ban us from ever getting close to her ever again-".
"Hobi, that is NOT helping either!".
"Forget about the cars, all she'll need is to see how much of a mess we are to turn around".
"Taehyung-ah, shut up".
"But hyung's right though-".
"Jungkook-ah, you too".
"Okay, okay, I'm ready now, we have everything, right? We're not forgetting anything? We've got our savings into our joined account? Oh man, that's going to cost so much but hell if we're bringing her to a fast food restaurant, this is going to hurt so bad".
"I know, but what other choice do we have? She told us to meet her there, it's not like we could say no".
"Guys, stop complaining and get a move on, we're already late!".
"R-right, let's go everyone".
"I'm not driving, I feel like I'm going to puke".
"I'm shitting my pants, I'm not wearing all black for nothing".
"You're disgusting, stay away from me".
"Hey, it's not my fault if my insides are overworking right now, my nerves are not handling this well".
"I don't think any of us are handling this well at this point, let's just go guys".
"Oh man, I'm starting to believe that her saying no for tonight would've been better, I can't believe she flew all the way back here as soon as hyung called".
"Yeah, she appeared to be really happy, Namjoon hyung couldn't stop grinning after that call, I hope it goes well when we finally meet".
"She's going to hate us".
"Hoseok!".
"Guys, shut up and get in the damned cars!".
And so they do, the seven of them agitated and nervous, they have no idea how it's going to go, they just know that they have to do it, for the simple reason that she told Namjoon she would fly across the whole globe three times consecutively if she had to just to meet them.
Yoongi was beaming with joy at hearing that, as were all of the others, they all felt incredibly relieved to know that she apparently wanted this as much as they did if not more, but nothing would ever change the fact that they're not from the same world, something that Hoseok simply cannot ignore.
So the closer they get to the restaurant for rich people, the more his mind screams at him that the simple sight of their low quality cars might make them unworthy of even parking into the parking lot, their low quality clothes carefully put together not worth the floor they're going to be walking on, it's hard to stay confident when they have nothing to be confident about.
But he too wants to meet his mate, their fated, the missing piece to their soul. The white strand unites them so something has to go well, right?
Jungkook grips onto his mates' hands, Hoseok and Jin's and he doesn't let go, his heart in a frenzy in his chest as his thoughts take a wild turn.
He's the youngest of their group, just now in his mid twenties while the others are all in their thirties and up, it's no different for Y/N as she's going to be the eldest out of all of them and he feels like she might see him like a baby among them, it's making him restless, what if she doesn't like him as much as the others?
He hasn't been living for a long time, he still has a lot to learn, but he doesn't want her to think that she can't count on him for anything, he wants to be someone she can rely on whenever she needs help, would she ever turn to him for that?
"Don't worry, Jungkook-ah, it's going to go well, I'm sure. Let's not worry so much when we've yet to see her, alright?" Jin tries to reassure their maknae, he doesn't like the way his fingers clench in nerves when he should be excited instead, but he can't say he doesn't understand.
They never thought they would ever end up in front of a celebrity, because that's what she is, someone known throughout the whole world, they blame themselves for never paying attention sooner, but they were so busy that they didn't have time to waste giving attention to the rich when they had to put food on the table.
Now here they are, on their way to a restaurant they can't afford without eating less for a few weeks and he would be lying if he said he's comfortable with that, but since it's their first meeting, they'll have to deal with it for now, they can make sure that wherever they go next time is slightly less expensive, they'll just have to work harder until then, considering they still have a roof over their head by then.
"We're here" Jimin states as he parks their car on the far end to keep out of sight and Taehyung parks the other car besides theirs before they all step out, hands sweaty and hearts drumming in sync, they're so close, aren't they?
"Well... let's go" Namjoon states with what he wants as an encouraging smile, but really, he's not feeling so good, his nerves so strong and tensed that he might really get sick if he senses from her that they're not good enough, he wants her to be proud and they don't really have much to offer for that to happen so far.
He knew he should've worked harder to get that promotion, he would've felt much better, but it's not within his control, he honestly doubt he's ever going to get it at this point. With how hard he works, he should've gotten it years ago.
Maybe it's time he starts looking for other options, but that's a thought for another day.
They start making their way to the expensive looking building, eyes trying to keep from staring at all the expensive cars they see, people dressed with clothes that are worth more than their yearly salary, it's making them want to run away, but they resist, not when they're so close to their missing mate, they can't go without seeing her at least once.
That is, until they're stopped by a man dressed in black.
"Excuse me sirs, that white strand is authentic, isn't it?".
They all turn their gaze to the man who stares at them with a gentle warmth, and then they notice the limousine behind him. Yoongi nods hesitantly, unsure of what he could want with them.
"It is, why?".
The man smiles and then proceeds to open the back door before turning to them once more with a light bow.
"You may call me George, sirs, miss Dolce sent me to pick you up once you would get here, she has set the meeting point at one of her domiciles and told me to let you know that this location was only blurted out in nerves, she did not intend to have your first meeting happen in public. She is currently working on dinner herself and is incredibly nervous so if you would please get inside so we can get to her soon, that would be great".
The seven mates blink in shock, this they had not expected but in the long run, they're unable to resist the loosening of their muscles at hearing that they won't have to pay for food they can't afford, this was stressing them out so much, overtime starting to be planned in their mind, they're glad that they'll get to sleep instead.
And so, Jimin is first to jump in the car with an excited squeal and at seeing such comfort from one of his mates, Jungkook is second to follow, then Taehyung before the rest of the coven eventually dares settle in the expensive car, amazed by the level of comfort they find inside, they never thought they would ever sit in a limousine one day.
When Jin is last inside, George closes the door with a beaming smile and walks around the car to get in the driver's seat, then turns around to grin at them from the front.
"Buckle up, sirs, we'll be heading to a lovely vampire who tends to be clumsy when excited or nervous, she's been waiting a long time for this day so please forgive her if she does anything weird, she's not like what you would expect from someone of her status".
The seven men nod and do as told, their heart and soul melting at learning that she's always wanted for this to happen, it gives them courage.
Maybe this can really go well after all.
Your POV
I can't believe we're going to be meeting soon.
I look at the time on my phone, nervous like I've never been before.
I hope they won't mind if we're not eating at the destination I gave Namjoon, it was the only place that popped into my mind at that moment, I just didn't want to miss the chance to see them and that meeting up point was out of my mouth before I could process it.
So instead of calling back to explain my error, I had a limousine ready and waiting for them at the place I sent them to.
The driver, George, a man who I've known ever since I was a tiny little girl, is aware that he should only board people with white strands of hair and bring them over to me, no questions asked, although it doesn't take anyone incredibly smart to link them to me, my request must have been enough to give him the truth but I trust him to keep his mouth shut about this.
Besides the castle where I stay with my parents most of the time, I also have a few houses throughout Korea to accommodate with wherever it is that business takes me, I told him to take them to the one on the outskirt of the city, not too far but out of sight.
That house is located in a private forest and I don't have any neighbors here, which means that no one will be nosey enough to look beyond the fence surrounding my land, my mates won't get any problems from meeting me here. They should be able to come in and out without being noticed by anyone.
Seven mates, that's going to be hard to hide, but for their own security, we won't be able to meet outside whenever we want, not before I handle this with my parents first.
Surely the medias are going to jump on this matter like wild boars if they ever come to hear about it and I don't want them to eat the meat right off my mates' bones, I want to handle this properly so that when we do end up opening up about what it is that can build between us, the high society won't try and trample over them behind my back.
So much to think about, it's making me restless, but I want to make sure they don't get out of this wounded in ways that can and will be avoided, this is my responsibility towards them.
What are their monetary status? Are they all male, do they have other females? Are some of them handicapped, sick? So many things come to mind, I didn't want to occasionate them discomfort and embarrassment so I made sure to get the house that is on one floor only, no stairs, the driveway is clean and smooth, the air is pure, I really hope they'll like this place.
And gosh, I haven't cooked in so long, but I can't help but want to impress them, will they like the food? I tried to avoid the classic allergies until I know better, but what if one of them has rare ones and I just had to go and make food that could possibly kill them?
I should've called Namjoon, right? I should've asked questions, but the simple thought of hearing his voice again so soon... yeah, my stomach couldn't handle it, I would've passed out from nerves.
Are they going to be here soon? They didn't get into an accident, did they?
That thought has me getting my phone in a hurry to call George, they're fine, they have to be.
'Yes miss Dolce, don't worry, we're nearly there, the seven men are safe and sound, albeit nervous, they looked like I was a ghost when I told them you had sent me over to pick them up but other than that, things went smoothly. There's no traffic and we're right on the edge of the forest, we'll be there in five minutes at most. Does that answer all your questions?'.
I huff to try and hide the way my heart skips a massive beat at hearing that they'll be here soon.
"Don't get sassy with me, George, but yes, that does answer my questions. You make sure nothing bad happens to them, right?".
'Of course, miss Dolce, they'll be there in one piece, don't worry'.
I end the call and look around me one last time to make sure that I cleaned everything properly.
I had a good day upon waking up this morning to clean everything up and start with the cooking, which necessitated a grocery shopping on my part, but luckily, some things end up not taking too much time when you use your full speed, so the house took the least time out of all the tasks I needed to take care of.
I walk around the house, heart running laps over and over again, soul tingling and twisting in excitement and anxiety, I'm really not used to feeling that way but I've dreamt of this day for so long that now that it's finally about to happen, my body and mind are both freaking out, how do I behave?
Is hugging them all too soon? Should I keep a calm facade and treat them like I'm doing fine when really, I'm not? What if I pass out in front of them? Seven mates, seven new scents, seven bonds settling in, and if their voices all do to me what Namjoon's did, then yeah, I might really fall to the floor like a rag doll.
Now that would be absolutely humiliating.
I look at my reflection in the mirror, needing to make sure one more time that I didn't do too much. Do I look too normal? Should I have gone for something fancier? But I don't want them to think that I dress like a queen even when I'm at home, this is a safe space, this is where we relax, it should be fine, right?
Before I can think about changing my outfit, a timid knock on the door alerts me of their arrival and I freeze, a trembling exhale before I make my way to the entrance and after hesitating for one more second, I open it wide only to have my breath stolen from me at the sight that greets my eyes.
Seven white strands of hair decorating seven different heads, the eyes meeting mine are as terrified as I am, skin slightly paler than what should be healthy, teeth biting lips, but gosh, even with these circumstances, there's no denying it, these vampires are simply the most stunning men I've ever seen.
Tall and large, slim or muscular, they all hold such a presence to them, something that looks dignified as they try to stand tall instead of cowering as I keep gazing at them without a word because I'm speechless, I didn't know my mates were gods.
It takes everything in me to get myself back on track, and when I step aside to let them in, I trip on my own foot, body falling backwards and out of sight as I hit the floor with a loud thump.
Nice. Very nice.
I shut my eyes tightly when I hear them rush inside with gasps, face burning in embarrassment, I can't believe this is what I'm showing them as soon as we meet, my body unable to coordinate its movements as they have me under complete shock.
"Y/N! Oh my gosh, are you okay?" a smooth voice asks, a sound that has trees sprouting in my guts and the smell of strawberries floating around me, I didn't know I could fall in love with fruits one day, but I now love this particular berry with all of my soul.
I nod bashfully, one eye popping open to see a gentle looking face above mine, soft hands helping me sit up carefully, as if afraid that they might hurt me more, it makes me grow aware of the seven men surrounding me, mates, my mind screams, they're my fated, my everything.
"I-I am, I'm sorry, I'm just... so nervous" I mumble with a blush, and I can't believe I'm blushing, but then again, one look at them and it explains everything, who wouldn't?
Their eyes soften at the admission and another hand appears in front of me to help me up, one quick look revealing a muscle man with dragon eyes, contentment visible in his orbs, a scent of oranges emanating from him, do they all smell like fruits?
"We are too, don't worry".
Oh, that voice... so this is Namjoon then? It matches his appearance, handsome and soothing while also sending my whole being into a mess.
I accept his hand, heart stuttering at the contact of his long fingers wrapping around my own to pull me up, he's gigantic, there's no doubt about that as I help him, not willing to let him do all the work by himself, strawberries behind me in case I trip again.
It feels good to see them caring when we literally just met, it makes me swoon for them, heart beating and existing for them only, it always has, I am sure of it now.
For such a sentiment of belonging to exist, it makes me regret every single years of not knowing them sooner, is this what it feels like to be with your fated? If so, then Solar is right, there's nothing else that can compare to this feeling.
Once back to my feet, my initial embarrassment gone because I'm so fascinated with them and the way they make me feel, I sense the way the two men who helped me hover my by sides, as if already expecting me to fall again, which I swear never occurs normally! I'm not that clumsy!
A throat clearing and I turn my head towards a beautiful man with two different lidded eyes, note how anxious he looks, fingers clenching tightly to keep his nerves in check before he manages a smile, small and pretty. Apples, he smells like apples.
"Do you... maybe want to take a seat somewhere? So we can introduce ourselves properly?".
Resisting the urge to bow at the sound of his voice, I let out a soft breath and smile back at him with a nod of the head before motioning for them to head inside and towards the kitchen where I have a small seating area, not quite a living room but enough to be comfortable for when I work on food while talking without having them at the other side of the house where the real living room is.
They hesitantly make their way in the direction I pointed at, eyes taking in everything surrounding us and looking almost afraid to walk on the shiny wood floor, it gives me an idea of what they might be used to, their reaction letting me know that they don't normally have what I've always taken for granted.
One of them glances at me and I smile his way only for him to look away instantly, his blueberries seeping over to me before he breaks into a sprint to one of the couches to hide his face in his hands, clearly mortified because of his reaction.
Goodness Y/N, they're so afraid and here you are making them even more nervous. You're their host today, do better than that!
"Please, make yourself at home, my house is as much yours as it is mine, do you want anything to drink? Coffee, water, or maybe wine? I feel like it would help settle our nerves a little" I offer, watch as a few eyes light up at the mention of some alcohol as they all head to the couches at my invitation.
"I think wine would be great, please" Namjoon answers for everyone and I hum with a smile, that can be arranged easily.
I turn towards the cupboard where I know the wine glasses are and push myself onto the tip of my toes to try and reach it, I never really had the occasion to drink here before so I thought putting them there was a good idea but... now I'm having second thoughts.
A chuckle reaches my ears and the next thing I know, a tall presence takes place behind me, calming all while making my heart race for freedom.
Bananas, I never knew bananas could smell that good, is that perfume of chocolate? He smells like bananas dipped in melted chocolate.
A hand that reaches higher than mine opens the door I wanted to open myself to reveal enough glasses for the eight of us within sight and I sigh in relief, I was afraid that we would be missing one.
"Are these the right ones?" his clear voice asks and when I nod, he carefully takes a few of them before settling them on the counter space in front of me, then reaches back up to grab the remaining ones.
"You seem used to this" I note, the way he hooks his fingers around the glasses with ease even though they're fragile showing that this isn't new for him.
"I... I work as a bartender during the night, handling these is normal to me".
I hum at his small explanation, to hear about his job bringing to the surface mixed feelings, because is it a safe job? Working during the night sounds dangerous to me, but still, I thank him when he closes the cupboard, knowing that this can be talked about when the conversation comes again at a later date, I don't want to make him uncomfortable.
I turn around to have a proper look at the man who just helped me only to be met with lovely doe eyes, his face looking like he's eager for praise, to be told that he did something good, it's adorable.
"Thank you for helping me..." I pause, just now remembering that I only know Namjoon's name, he perks up before opening his mouth right away. "Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook".
I grin happily. "Thank you Jungkook, I probably would've made a mess if I had tried all by myself".
Eyes crease, a nose scrunches up and cheeks puff out into a pleased smile. "Of course, you just have to ask, I can help with anything you might need, anything at all".
A few of the men chuckle at his words, just as endeared as I am, it's nice to see that they're already starting to relax, except for the blueberry man but I'm sure he just needs some more time.
Once he registers how the atmosphere feels more comfortable, like this was always meant to happen, he should feel better, the same way I am currently growing more at ease, they're not as hard to be with as the vampires of the high society.
"Then, good sir bartender, would you be so sweet as to pour us some wine while I get the snacks I had prepared?" I ask and his whole face illuminates in pride before he's nodding, careful hands accepting the heavy bottle I hand him before he works on opening it while I head to the fridge.
"Is there anything we can do to help too?" a new voice speaks up and I turn around to find two men standing up to join us in the kitchen, one that looks like a cat, his feline eyes expectant as he stares at me, his scent of coconuts while the other stands tall and proud, wide shoulders and the cutest pink ears surrounding hopeful eyes and a shy smile, raspberries floating all around him.
Jungkook turns to them and grins as he skillfully pours wine into the first glass. "These two are Yoongi and Jin hyungs, they're really good in the kitchen, especially Yoongi hyung, he always makes us delicious meals when we come back from work".
I hum, the new piece of information stored in my mind before I turn back to the fridge to get a few trays out that I hand their way, I smile when they eagerly accept them before settling them on the kitchen island, eyes taking in what I've made with attention, it makes me turn nervous, because I hadn't cooked like that in ages.
"I must have turned a little rusty, it's not everyday I get to cook something of the kind but I wanted to make sure you had a good first dinner with me, I didn't want to do less, although I assure you, most of the time, what I end up eating is pretty simple" I blurt out as I close the doors behind me, wanting to reassure them that I'm not overly fancy all the time, nor am I high maintenance.
I don't want to scare them away so soon, I can see that they're intimidated by my wealth and I don't want them to start believing that they need to help me maintain it, they don't owe me anything, nor do they need to reach my level for me to accept them.
Jin purses his lips to hide his smile. "How much simple are we talking about?".
I meet his gaze with some hesitation before grinning shyly. "I do sometimes make myself that box of macaroni and cheese? Or rice balls, or a simple peanut and jelly sandwich when I'm particularly lazy".
Eyes widen and I feel myself warm up under their obvious surprise and shock. Can I not eat cheap junk food sometimes just because I'm rich? Some things taste good for the simple reason that they're cheap, I'm not that different from everyone else.
"Well that just rid my soul of eternal worries, yet at the same time arose new concerns. Does that mean you don't often make yourself healthy food?" Yoongi asks me and I quickly shake my head, far from me the idea of making them believe I only eat junk food!
"My mother is a good cook, I usually stay with them so don't worry, she cooks healthy meals very often. I just have a soft spot for good ramyeon with a slice of cheese on top".
"Oh! These are the best, aren't they? With a cup of kimchi on the side, it's just-" the gentle looking man from earlier chirps from the seating area with a kiss to his fingers and I let out a soft laugh before nodding my head.
"I love a good kimchi. I actually make my own once a year, I probably make enough to feed an entire neighborhood, but strangely, by the next year, there's none left" I let out, that has Jin letting free a squeaky laugh, eyes alive with relief, they can actually share experiences with me without feeling like worthless bugs.
Jungkook sets the empty bottle of wine aside once done filling the glasses and we take that as the cue to head back to join the others still on the few couches, Namjoon along with three of the vampires who I have yet to hear their name.
I take two of the glasses and head to the blueberry vampire, his eyes meeting mine wide and afraid, it has me slowing down, my intention to sit next to him starting to feel like a bad idea, I guess I should give him some space after all.
I hand the two glasses I was holding to the apple man on his side and step back to take another single seat couch instead, a little away from him, hence missing the warning looks sent to the man who purses his lips in guilt, he didn't mean to react that way, he's just still freaking out.
I end up besides Namjoon, the arm rests separating us and he smiles at me before giving me the glass he was holding to instead accept the last one Jin was holding and I thank him before swirling the liquid a little, eyes fixated on the red wine before I sip some of it.
"So... we should complete the introductions, right? You know the others now, but the shy one over there is Hoseok hyung, this silent one is Taehyung and my name is Jimin, erm... I'm sure it's very sudden for you, to have seven mates appear out of nowhere, we didn't overwhelm you by meeting up so soon, did we?" the gentle strawberry man asks and I smile before shaking my head, of course not.
"I feel like I'm the one who should say that. I asked you all to meet me today as soon as I heard of who you were, I just... when you've waited as long as I have... to finally hear about you, I couldn't wait any longer, I've been dreaming of this day forever" I reply, it has Hoseok looking down, fingers holding the glass of wine without a drop of it drank yet.
Was he forced to come along when he didn't want to? Does Hoseok not want me? It has me licking my lips anxiously, heart beating painfully, maybe we should have stuck to talking on the phone for a while?
"We're terribly sorry that it took us so long... we've never really been much to look into the web to follow people we'll never meet in person when we have to work all the time, we truly wish we could've found out about you sooner" Jin softly apologizes, his eyes sincere as they look into mine, it eases my soul a little, although not fully.
"It's not your fault... I should've tried harder, and I should've stopped hiding that wish from my family instead of going along with their requests... Namjoon... he mentioned the blind dates, that must have made you uncomfortable, right?".
Eyes avoid mine at that, glasses raised to flow wine down throats instead and I sigh softly, of course it would.
"You... are you really not like your family?" Hoseok asks all of a sudden, his voice weak and quiet and I look up immediately at that. "We read about them, about how they view soul marks, how they avoid them as much as possible, that none of them want anything to do with their mates. You don't think like them?".
My eyes widen and I quickly shake my head, unhappy that he could even believe me on the same range of belief as them on that one.
"Absolutely not! To me, the thought of being with my fated is what helped me get through one day at a time. To be with the ones meant for me... it was always my dearest wish, my going along with the blind dates was only to gain time with my parents, I... I didn't want them to set me up with someone behind my back before marrying me off, that was the only method I could think of in the meantime" I explain, really hoping for them all to understand that about me, I've been longing, yearning for them all my life.
"You think they wouldn't agree with your wish?" Yoongi asks me and I shrug lightly, eyebrows frowning as I ponder it over.
Jinjin's words come back to mind, what he said yesterday about running away if his parents ever force him to marry someone. That had never crossed my mind, such rebellion against my family, but if it ever came to this, especially now that I have met my mates, I would do it in a heartbeat, but what if I can avoid such pain in the first place? I need to try.
"I don't know, Yoongi. I've always been told that I need to choose my spouse by myself, that who I will spend the rest of my life with needs to be selected carefully, they want to approve of that person first, so to tell them all of a sudden that I want to rely on fate for my love life? How do you imagine they would react?
I don't want to disappoint them, they mean a lot to me so I have yet to open up about it, but I am aware that the more I wait, the more complicated it will become. Being alone was one thing, but now that we have met... I know that I can't push the inevitable back forever, I just don't know how to do it".
All eyes fall on me as I speak, but I can't find the strength to meet their gazes because it feels like I'm betraying them in a way, and that is the last thing I want.
They are souls I want to cherish, I want to care for them and give them the life they deserve, yet here I am telling them that I am scared of doing that because it might disappoint my family.
"There's also the medias, everyone will be eager to know about my mates, about the only Dolce who wants to go against her family's beliefs, how would that impact you? Will they accuse you of brainwashing me? Will they claim that the soul mark made one more victim? Or that you are after my title?
You guys must know that I do not come from an easy world, so I understand if that makes you reluctant to be with me, I would never force you to accept me, but I want you to at least know that I am ready to do my best to protect you, I do not take this lightly. My fated are everything to me, always have been and that means the seven of you, I am not letting anyone hurt my mates".
Silence meets my declaration and I anxiously stare at the fancy rug under my feet, wondering if I said too much, are they going to be intimidated by my desire to make this work?
"Whoa... I just got butterflies".
"Y/N, would you please look up?".
I slowly do so, eyes falling on Taehyung, his eyes soft as he gazes at me, there's something comforting in the way he smiles, yet his words are ones that come and crush my soul into pieces.
"We are indeed intimidated by you and your world... but not because of what could result out of it, it's mostly because we don't fit in like we wish we would. You see... the seven of us, we work really hard, but I won't lie, we're still right at the bottom so we feel inadequate, we don't deserve you.
Hoseok's behavior is only because of that reason, we can't help but think that once you learn of our monetary situation, once you see where we live, the little we own, that you will lose interest and reject us. We don't want you to feel like you had to end up with worthless vampires, you deserve so much better than what we can give you".
I stand up quickly at that absurd claim and nearly break the glass I'm holding as I set it on the little coffee table, eyes filled with pain, because how could they ever believe such a thing?
I let my eyes fall on each of them, note how they all believe the same, they all feel like I might see them as a burden, it breaks my heart, the way they avoid my gaze like the pest, they know how ridiculous it is to think that way, yet here they are, dead set on believing it anyway!
"I did not dream of loving my fated all my life only to reject them on the first occasion I get. I did not dream of laughter, smiles and warmth only to be cold as ice just because of differences that do not matter. What I own is yours from the moment you decide you want me, my money, my belongings, everything.
I do not play lightly with such matters, and I certainly wouldn't play with matters of the soul. Anything you ask of me, I would do without waiting for an explanation, I would climb the stars just to tie them with a rope, and then I would pull with all of my might to give to you if you so desired it. You think I would reject you because you are not rich? What nonsense!
Why have I built everything I now own if not to assure a spoiled life to the ones who share that white strand of hair with me? My riches is only by name, by possessions, it does not change who I am, what I want. I dream of romance like anyone else, I dream of loving with all of my being like anyone else, I don't want any of you to ever doubt that truth, am I clear?".
My voice is strong and unwavering as I speak, heart burning with something akin to anger, it hurts, because how dare such precious living beings push their worth to the ground that much when all I want is to worship them and raise them as high as the sun?
The ambiance is thick with tension as I try to calm down my breathing, sight slightly blurry as I try to push down tears that would fall only for them, because how insecure must you be to believe that your worth depends on what you have to offer?
"I want to be clear on that one, whatever circumstances that arise from you guys being my mates will never get in the way of me wanting you. I have waited too long, I have yearned too much for me to ever change my mind on that one.
If you decide that this is too much for you, then you may leave and I will not stop you, but know that the things you worry over, to me, they don't represent who you are as a person. You have debts? I can take care of them, you will still be the same person in my eyes, your worth the same one.
If I hear anything of the kind again... that you believe I would reject you because your status doesn't fit with mine, then I will get rid of everything I have build this instant to show you how sincere I am. Now, excuse me, I will step outside for a minute to calm down, please make yourself comfortable and enjoy the food while it's still fresh".
Taehyung's POV
We all watch breathless as Y/N exits the house, the door slamming behind her screaming in her stead, I did not expect for my words to hurt her that much, but I should've seen it coming, that was stupid of me, yet she deserved to know so that she wouldn't misunderstand some of our hesitation.
It's not that we don't want her, it's that we don't believe we deserve her, but hell would be let loose if we ever rejected her for that reason alone.
"If anyone dares doubt her, I will smack reason into your brain for as long as necessary" Jungkook states, voice rough, but his wet eyes can only reflect how affected he is by her words, I think we all are.
I turn my attention to Hoseok, find his cheeks wet with tears, because his fear of rejection earned him stars' worth of love, Y/N's wish to be with us not to take lightly, we could all hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes, her peach scent strong and invading, there was no taking that love from her, it is real and immense.
We had each other for many years now, our love grew without restraint from facing hardships together, but we all can't deny that the love she has for her fated, it goes over everything we could ever imagine.
It doesn't have to be love for us in particular, not right away, but it was ingrained in her mind, whoever her mate would end up being, she was ready to love without any questions, with all of her being and my words came by only to hit that loving wall.
"She said she would get rid of everything she owns just to show us that she's serious" Yoongi murmurs, he still can't believe it, never would we expect someone like her to be willing to get rid of her riches just because we'd keep comparing ourselves to her.
"She's really not like everyone else" Namjoon states, his gaze fixed on the door, every cells of our bodies telling us to go join her and apologize, to let her know that we're not going to force her to give up on everything she worked so hard to achieve just because we feel unworthy, we can work on that.
"I like how she said that these things have no impact on our worth... we've focused so much on the fact that we can't attain her level that we've gone down the wrong path" Jimin starts softly, his eyes staring at all of us to see us agreeing with him.
Jin continues, his arms crossed over his chest in a mean to resist joining her outside, she needs her time. "We have definitely underestimated her, but then again, I think the whole world does. Dolce Y/N... she is special, there's no way to describe her with what we're seeing, it doesn't even cover half of who she is as a person. Our lack of faith wounded her".
Hoseok wipes his face with the back of his hands and inhales deeply to try and keep himself together, he clearly doesn't know how to process all this change.
Y/N has money, we don't. Obviously, from being with mates who are in the red, debts that never seem to end, she would want to help, it wouldn't be much in her eyes, a little dust to get rid of, but to us... that debt is years of hard work that we never seem to see the end of.
How would it feel to see her solve all our problems just like that? Would we feel ashamed? Weak? When in reality, all she would want to do is to help, to bring relief and rest, to show her care in a way that she can because to her, it's as easy as breathing?
It's hard, how one coin has two sides of such extremes. It serves the same purpose, no matter the side on top, yet the process would be an entirely different one depending on which reaction we would allow to thrive.
Being thankful, or feeling humiliated?
Money has always been a sensitive topic, as far as humanity has begun adapting around exchange concepts. Have too much of it and you're able to impact thousands of people. Have too little and you can't even take care of your own person.
But in the end, isn't it how it is used that really matters? Y/N is not letting the notion of it impact how she sees the world negatively, she instead thrives to help those struggling, we read all about it and I'm sure there's still so much we have yet to learn.
As she said, she worked hard to be able to take care of her loved ones, so for us to say that that very same thing scares us... it must feel like shit.
The front door opens again and we all turn to see her enter inside, face stoic, one that shows remains of pain, and unaware of our stares on her, we all watch as she breathes in slowly before smiling, ready to face us once more, it has my heart pinching and twisting because we caused that, didn't we?
"Sorry about my outburst, I didn't mean to be that intense, it won't happen again" she states as she comes by to join us, eyes falling on the food only to see that we've yet to take a single bite, it has her sucking in her bottom lips, doubt taking place in her pretty orbs.
"Is the food not to your liking? I guess it might be a little overdone..." she mumbles, clearly disappointed, it has all seven of us jumping forward and to our knees around the coffee table to take some of the small pieces that must have taken so much time to do because they're all delicately decorated to form tiny jewels.
"It's delicious! Oh my gosh!" Jungkook exclaims before taking another piece instantly, Jin not far behind, his eyes wide as he already starts counting how much he can eat without being called a pig and clearly, the final number is not enough to his liking.
She relaxes slightly at seeing all of us stuff our mouths without exception, and when Hoseok shyly gives her a thumb up, his mouth nearly bursting with how stuffed it is, she pinches her lips before a giggle slips free and goodness, I could listen to that sound forever, we all stop chewing at the same time to listen to the remnants of the echo, it's magical.
"Do that again" Yoongi asks softly, his eyes shooting stars as he stares at her and the way she blushes at his unexpected and daring request has my heart swelling with adoration.
Looking at her like that, her outfit matching with us in how comfortable it looks while still being clean, her behavior, it honestly doesn't feel like she's from another world than ours all that much anymore.
She's a vampire who has longed for a connection with her mates forever, she's someone who wants to be loved and to love, she's someone who wants to please and reassure, someone filled with warmth.
Money is a possession, but it does not reflect who she is.
"I can't possibly giggle on command like that, Yoongi" she excuses lightly, her lips stretching into an adorable smile but Yoongi shakes his head, not ready to believe her one second, his whole being needing just one more giggle, and maybe another one again.
"Then come eat with us, right here" he eagerly pats the floor besides him, suddenly forgetting all about how impressive she's supposed to be, surely she wouldn't sit on the floor like th-
"Right there? Namjoon might have to scoot to the side a little then" she muses with a grin and the latter eagerly does so, adoring eyes following her as she kneels between the two of them to face the table, it's crazy how small she looks between them and when Yoongi brings a bite to her lips, she looks like the happiest kitten I've ever seen as she beams at him while accepting the food without resistance.
"See? It's good right? You need to eat more before Jin hyung goes through the whole trays, he loves eating" he tells her with a teasing tone and when we all turn to see Jin stuffing two bites in his mouth, eyes widening when he realizes that he was caught right in the middle of it, Y/N bursts into tiny giggles once more and it's like stars and rainbows have decided to merge together to create a new fascinating play of light.
"Jin! Take your time, there's always dinner next, this is just a little something while the real deal is roasting in the barbecue" she says with a chuckle and our mate's attempt at closing his mouth fails miserably, which only spurs her into more giggles, we must all look like puppies who finally were given a delicious bone, it's pure and perfect, just like she seems to be.
Staring at everyone smiling like that, I have to say that I'm really glad we could start over once more, for things to turn pleasant as they should've been right from the beginning, it would've felt eternally bad to ruin our first meeting in such a bad way.
The power of food is not to be underestimated.
"Can we visit the house? Is this where you live most of the time?" Jimin asks her all of a sudden after finishing his wine and while she doesn't seem to mind the part about visiting, his second question has her shaking her head.
"I honestly barely ever come here, not when all my stuff are at my parents' cas- house, at their house, but... I feel like this place would be great for us to meet up at, what do you think? You could even move in here if you want, it has many bedrooms, three bathrooms, it's not too far from the city either" she offers and my heart stops beating, eyes widening because... what?
She takes in our expressions and scratches the back of her neck with some hesitation.
"... too soon? Or is it not to your liking? I honestly always wondered what kind of house you would like so I got many different styles, although the ones further away are mostly for vacations or for work, I can buy another one that you would prefer instead" she tries again and Namjoon blanks at her, lips parted in shock with how easily she's saying those words.
She purses her lips with a light wince. "Yeah... too soon, right?".
"No! I mean, a little, but... are you serious?" Namjoon asks her, which has most of us, except for Jin and Yoongi, gaping in shock, is he really considering it? Y/N must get the same feeling from it too because she perks up with bright eyes.
"Yes! Of course I am! It's all paid so there's no rent, if not for the electricity bills but I'm already taking care of that, you can move in anytime you want, I wouldn't mind at all" she chirps, expectations all over her face, she really wants to provide for us, it's clear as day.
"But hyung?" Jungkook lets out, not willing to break Y/N's happy bubble, just... where is this coming from so suddenly? We would've expected him to be the first one to refuse with all of his might, Namjoon can be overly proud sometimes.
The vampire sighs and gives us a tight-lipped smile.
"Actually, Yoongi, Jin and I didn't want to tell you because that would've only stressed you out and we have enough of that, but the landlord sold the house to his nephew, we have to move out soon and finding a new place was getting fruitless, we were honestly starting to freak out a little".
Say what now? We were close to being homeless and we didn't even know? Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok and I grow completely taken aback and even Y/N's eyes widen at that piece of information.
"When do you have to move out then?" she asks more seriously and Yoongi answers first.
"In two months, that was our time limit to leave the house but if we managed to leave sooner, the landlord would've given us our deposit back and a little more, which isn't anything to spit on to be honest".
"Move in soon then. The house is already furnished, we have beds in every rooms but if you don't like them, we can change them for something else, or if you'd rather keep what you already have, it's fine too, I can send these away to make some space" she offers, hand on her phone as if she's ready to put things in motion right now, it makes me grin, she resembles Jin on that one.
Still, we all stare at each other in uncertainty, this is... well this is very, very far from what I had expected out of today, a new house to live in? Such a fancy building, with no rent, no electricity bills?
Along with the deposit, we'd be able to pay off our debts so much faster that way, and starting University wouldn't feel so bad anymore, our stress would lower so much.
The University isn't all that far either, I actually saw it on the way earlier, maybe twenty minutes by car, it's totally doable, but... are we really doing this?
Jin hums. "We'd have to gather our clothes and personal things but all in all... we could be done packing this week if we really try".
"And I could help?" Y/N offers again, already excited at the prospect of helping for everything but we're many to gasp out a no, because there's no way we're having Dolce Y/N pack up our stuff, we'll have to get rid of many things and we'd rather not have her see any of them.
"Not to be mean, Y/N, we just... I think I would feel much better if you don't see the state of the building in which we currently live" Hoseok admits softly, afraid to hurt her by refusing but although she pouts at the clear rejection, she nods her head in understanding.
"It's fine, I get it, can I still arrange for a moving company to come help you move the heavy stuff around though? Would you have any furniture that you need to bring?" she lets out and to that, we all nod in unison, minds all taking us to the same item.
I smile at her when her gaze falls on me, a little amused by the fact that we'll be dragging that dresser with us to one more place, but it's dear to us, we could never get rid of it.
"We have this furniture, a dresser that we got a few years ago. We all renovated it together, removed every drawers to give it a paint work, and then we took a drawer each to decorate as we wanted, it's followed us everywhere we go since then" I explain to her, chuckle when her eyes sparkle with interest.
"That sounds so fun! I bet it's really funny looking, you guys seem all so different" she muses and Jimin grins proudly at that.
"It is! Hoseok's is filled with bright colours, suns and flowers, but then you have Jungkook's which is filled with black doodles, then Taehyung with his abstract style and then you have Jin who splashed pink all over it, it's a mess".
She links her hands together with a bright smile and we don't miss the desire in her eyes to take part as well, to be part of such a personal project, to feel like she belongs with us, it has me already wondering where she could possibly add her touch to it, on the side of the furniture?
She'd have all of its height to do as she pleases, we'd just have to make sure that it would face the side we see when we enter the room.
"I guess we should make you visit the house then, if you guys are decided, it would be nice to have an idea of where it is you would move in" she says and we all nod, the trays of food now empty, the glasses of wine too, except for hers, it reminds me of earlier.
Her words will forever be engraved into our minds, that's for sure, she spoke with her heart.
"Let's go then! Up up!" she urges when she sees that we have yet to move, her body already bouncing on her toes with delighted eyes, which I can understand, the idea of myself buying a house and then telling my mates to please move in, knowing full well that it would make their life easier?
Yeah, I wouldn't even blink an eye before making this happen. If our roles were reversed and I was the rich guy, I would spoil the shit out of my mates now that I think about it.
I guess we'll just have to put our pride aside when it comes to this, I don't want to hurt her with unnecessary rejections.
If her making us happy makes her happy... then is anyone really losing?
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kookiecrumb · 2 years
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MASTERLIST for:
JJK || Someway
summary: You go on a non-refundable cruise with your LA realtor ex-boyfriend. Things get interesting.
tags: one bed trope, exes to lovers, mutual pining, stubborn!y/n, vacation, smut, angst, fluff, fem!reader x jungkook
warnings and word count vary per chapter
a/n: hey guys! I've been working on this series for the past few weeks and I decided to put out the first chapter today! I'm graduating highschool in a bit, so I've been kinda scrambling to get requests done. Thank you for your support and your patience!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five (Finalé)
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lizzy06 · 1 year
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Maze of lies
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Pairing: Jungkook x reader
Genre: friends to lovers au, fake boyfriend au
Warnings: none yet
Summary:
Your college friends group which consisted of 7 wonderful boys begins to shatter due to a certain girl who has captured the heart of one of your friends Taehyung . You have to go to his marriage but what happens when she was dead set on excluding a particular member? What will you do when the requirement for the marriage is a partner? How can you amend the broken relationship between your friends?
Hey guys!! If you like this idea, please let me know..
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