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⋆ last updated- 6/2025 don't copy, modify or translate !! !! fics are reposted to my wattpad, m. dni !!

f - fluff, a - angst, s - smut, ⋆ - ari's faves

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MOONLIGHT - a

synopsis | In which Jungkook slips through the crowds and against your better judgment, your defense. or, once every four thousand nine hundred ninety-two years, Pluto meets Neptune. pairing/au | freelancer!jungkook x f. reader warnings | other than foul language- none here! wc | 1324

⋆ WINTER THINGS - f, a

synopsis - jungkook's lost his best friend, will to look at storms, and his heart to you. pairing/au - college!jk x fem reader, established relationship warning - mentions of drug abuse, death, weather (??), !! story unfinished and is not planning to be !! jungkook may or may not have a buzz LOL that will depend <3 wc - 1031 

I write mainly for jungkook ! future fics feat other members have not happened yet </3

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WINTER THINGS - JJK

synopsis -

jungkook's lost his best friend, will to look at storms, and his heart to you.

pairing/au - college!jk x fem reader, established relationship

warning - mentions of drug abuse, death, weather (??), !! story unfinished and is not planning to be !! jungkook may or may not have a buzz LOL that will depend <3

wc - 1031 

music - this girly is a quick read, one song shld be enough; delicate - TS 

author's note - hello! as I am writing this, I have a terrible migraine in my left eye- rather than sleeping, I am writing. I hope you enjoyyy xx

!! cross posted on wattpad !! m, dni ⋆ m.list . wattpad . ask !

Jungkook insists he's not afraid of a little old thunder. Curled under the blankets with Your Name playing mindlessly in the background, he swears he could spend hours outside simply doing nothing except admiring the snow. Could count the number of fallen snowflakes that landed on his shoe, gaze up at the angry clouds, dance in the rain as he had seen one do in movies--

BANG!

With each of the raging strikes of lightning comes a subtly flinching Jungkook. He hadn't realized it had gotten this bad; how he could not look into his window without a terrible ache in his stomach (and if we're being honest, his heart too).

It was as if the world was mocking him, laughing at him each time he shut his eyes when he heard the sound of wind fly in through the doorstep. He wasn't scared. He really, really wasn't.

He doesn't even know why he feels the need to tell everyone, to point at each of their faces and explain, "See! I'm not afraid of lightning anymore. I don't need to be the only one going up to my room early while the rest of you stay downstairs unaffected, like how I should be."

Tipping his head back, he wipes the faint speckles of nothing around his eyes.

"Jungkook?"

Another flinch, were you always this loud? Or was all of his senses amplified when there was a storm outside?

"Hm?" He straightens up and busies himself with the movie.

"Are you...okay?"

Why wouldn't he be? Does everyone have a problem with his reaction to something as mundane as the weather?

"Yeah? 'Course I am."

Jungkook notices before you do, the foreshadowing of another strike. He braces himself, his hands fisting up the blanket on the sofa. What he doesn't notice is another body curling up beside him, immediately letting your warmth surround him.

Gently wrapping your hand around his, it feels more like wrapping your soul around his. A connection of some sort. Like the red string of fate that always seems to be dwindling becomes a vibrant crimson when you grace him with your touch.

"Said I'm okay," Jungkook restates, as if what you're doing isn't exactly what he's been yearning for. Forgets to mention that he's not. Not when that night is playing in his head like a damn broken radio. "But come closer."

You laugh as you do, indeed, move into his lap. Teasing him and doing the opposite would've been fine, if not perfectly acceptable and expected, had this been a normal interaction and not a longing for closure.

Resting your head against his chest, you regarded Jungkook's lack of attention to...well, the entire day. How he skipped leg day, was touchier with you as if to ground himself for who knows what, didn't tease as much as he (well, more you) would've liked him to.

"I believe you," You start, both of you knowing very well you don't. Jungkook always seems to fail to notice that only someone not doing "perfectly well" would say it like he does. "But tell me anyway. Is something on your mind?"

Lying is his initial thought. Like instinct, a form of protection. Would say something about feeling tired--which isn't inherently wrong--but his eyes accidentally fall onto your hand. Your other hand, the one not wrapped around his.

It's a little left of the center of his chest. Hypnotized by the motion of it slowly going up and down as he breathes, he forgets to lie. "You remember Dongchae?"

"Your friend in college?"

"Donghyun was my friend in college, Dongchae was the one who I used to watch all my good shows with."

"Shows you say, but you really mean anime."

"Sure, whatever, anime." Jungkook continues. "Was my best friend."

Noticing you're waiting for him to continue, Jungkook deliberately takes time before he speaks. Earns him a little hair tug from you, a smile, too. "Used to be inseparable, partners in crime. When we'd walk around, they'd call us 'Double Trouble' back in high school."

Snorting, you add, "Until?"

"Until he got involved with the drug people. Began takin' drugs, it started with a little weed."

Shit . You know how stories like these end, how they always end.

"Until before I knew it, I had lost my friend for a man who sold my mom's necklace for money to buy the same shit that was killin' him."

Jungkook thinks Dongchae was always a little reckless. Though if there was one thing Dongchae was, he was happy. Although it could be argued that Jungkook was the reason behind that smile.

It's funny because it's true. Dongchae's life wasn't as fun as it was exhausting. Jungkook knew that, even then. Always said he wanted to leave an imprint on the world, proof that he existed. Stars must've heard his wish because he did. Through Jungkook.

It wasn't until Jungkook whispers "breathe" that you realize you're scared to do just that. As if holding your breath means stopping time. And for a moment, it feels like this moment will be part of the history of the universe. It's silly because he's just confiding in you.

Nodding, you brace yourself for whatever's to come next. You're not sure if you even want to know.

Seeing his eyes so nervously looking at your hands with those pretty lips tucked between his teeth? Yeah, fuck it, you really do what to know what happened with him. Want to know the reason for each of his little indentations in his skin. Of course, you want to know, seems foolish you even doubted yourself.

"He called me about thirty five times before I picked up."

a few more notes - 

I am sorry!! this story will not be finished (for now) :( it would've rotted in my drafts but i may edit it in the future 

the inspo for this was something winter-y despite it being a very hot june and imagining a very scared jungkook comforted by oc but of course this took a dark turn because I consume too much angst for it to be healthy

if this helps as an excuse of an ending - after jungkook finishes talking, he begins feeling a bit teary and hides it by hugging oc. she notices away (kinda difficult not to) and wipes his tears. she decides the best way to make to get over a memory is by creating a new one. as they tell the moon stories of  love, they both dance in the middle of the night to the ost in your name. there is a little bang outside but this time jungkook doesn't flinch (okay, fine, he does a little bit!!) but he holds onto oc's hand tighter. then, they watch weathering with you because apparently oc thinks it will bring closure jungkook since it is an official sequel to your name (its not!!). he carries her all the away up to their shared room and just because jungkook is jungkook, he runs to the store to buy flowers as a way to say thank you. since they pretty much didn't sleep the entire night, it's morning when jungkook looks outside. and the thunderstorm is gone. as he goes to the closest flower shop, a butterfly lands on his nose. he stays still as possible. it isn't until after a few years later when he realizes what that butterfly actually meant xx 

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“It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”

— J. K. Rowling - Harry Potter

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" ORESTES Where have I seen you before?

MOIRA In a dream.

ORESTES A thousand years ago. "

— via @sunsetcurveauto

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It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

-Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

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— v, excerpts from a book i’ll never write #2 (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

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— David Cronenberg, Consumed

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Eurydice, Sarah Ruhl

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MOONLIGHT - JJK

synopsis

In which Jungkook slips through the crowds and against your better judgment, your defense. or, once every four thousand nine hundred ninety-two years, Pluto meets Neptune.

pairing/au | freelancer!jungkook x f. reader

warnings | other than foul language- none here!

wc | 1324

playlist | strawberries & cigarettes - Troye Sivan & you and me - JENNIE

!! cross posted on wattpad !! m, dni ⋆ m.list . wattpad . ask !

"If you ask me, which no one ever thinks of doing- what's up with that?"

Jeongguk tilts his head as he continues to listen to you. What the fuck did I just get myself into ? he thinks. All he'd done was ask if you knew the directions to Hendrickson Street. Wanted to try new desserts in a new cafe that recently opened up, maybe flirt with a girl or two while he's at it.

Instead, he got distracted by the exquisite lights of New York. Having never been to this part of town, he wanted to soak it all in. By the time he noticed, all of his friends had moved along.

He hadn't meant to upset you (he's a polite kid, mind you), let alone get an earful on how you have no clue where you are. Figuratively and literally, he supposes.

You think you're doing him a favor by giving him guidance in the form of what he should not do. He thinks this is an example of why exactly no good deed goes unpunished.

"Actually, I know the answer, it's 'cause they think I'm stupid. Which, let me get this straight, I'm not fuckin' stupid , I'm lazy. There's a goddamn difference! 'Parently, Daddy thinks this 'journey' will straighten me out. Straighten me out!"

If there's one thing you should know about Jeongguk, it's that he likes making assumptions. Assumes and assumes. Gets himself in trouble all the time. Creates his own problems. Likes solving them too. Makes him feel like a detective with his own little case.

From your fifteen minute vent, he'd made a few assumptions. Firstly, he assumes that you’re drunk. There’s a sweetness to you, from your slurring to the way you lean on him for support. 

Assumes this makes you feel important--offering your opinion you probably have no right to give. Figures you probably fucked up big time–a trust fund kid gone rogue–but, instead of getting away with it, you're paying the price. Likes that you're also struggling. That it's not just him who is failing to keep his head above the water because he never learned how to swim.

Dislikes how your trash is his treasure. (Regardless, you're both stuck in it). New York's been his escape, his new identity, his new problem that he's trying to solve. Yet that same place couldn’t be more different for you. He feels a little bad, a little upset at the fact that your mistake haunts you in the form of nooks and crannies all over Brooklyn.

Feels a little embarrassed too. He has to be the one to listen to your vent instead of your friends. Maybe you don't have real friends either. In that way, he supposes, you two are similar. Would make a good title : Runway Thief and a Banished Princess .

"Same Daddy who's never given me a reason to work now getting upset that, that, what, I don't work?! 'You bring shame to our family name'. I bring shame to our family name ?!"

Fully acting out the night this all went down, exhaustion creeps into your voice. You could be an actor, Jeongguk thinks, could also be a director. Would suit you, having your ideas come to life. Assumes that you're good at storytelling. Could probably make any story interesting regardless of the actual content. To be frank, he is now a little interested. Tries not to look it, but he's wondering why exactly you're here.

You've been talking and talking, but no real words are coming out. Just blabbering for the sake of blabbering. Making him feel as if he knows everything about you, even though you've really only told him you're a trust fund baby.

'S why he's beginning to like you. You force him to make assumptions so can feel as if he understands a world that he otherwise would not get a chance to understand. Maybe you're trying to get everything out because when's the next time anyone's going to care?

"Baekho could probably burn this house down and everything in it and Daddy would still look at him as if he's oh so smart and just so kind and just so perfect! Not a disgrace, I'm sure!"

Baekho ? Name sounds familiar. Rich kids' names always sound familiar. Wonders what your name is. From the looks of you, he could tell you don't belong. Not here. Maybe not anywhere. But especially not in the clustered alleyway with graffiti as its monument. Not with smells of urine and cigarette butts scattered across the plaza where you both are seated now.

Plaza's always crowded.

Funny.

How, of all the people he could've asked regarding the whereabouts of Cafe Mami , he chose you. Feels kind of nice to be chosen despite knowing there's no significance about it.

You don't really dress rich, another reason why Jeongguk figures you are. Why prove something that doesn't need proving? You look secure. Probably always have been: financially, socially, mentally. Probably always had your place. Probably always felt crucial. Like everything revolved around you: people, opportunities, the sun.

S' the same reason you hate the bustling streets of New York. Hate the way everybody talks the walk and walks the walk like they own this place. Not used to being a footnote, and having no one to express why exactly you loathe this place, all your frustrations have been building. Droplets of wrath have been filling your pot.

They have been for a while now. It was just a matter of time before they overflowed.

"Oh if I'm just so horrible, then why don't just go ahead and disown me?! I'm trying my best but that's not enough! Never enough!"

With a loud pant, you droop back to the seat. Finished ranting, the post-vent realization comes to you. Oversharing, you're used to. Secrets had always slipped your mouth after a drink or two. The reason for that was because money could hush. Who would dare to let your sacred words be spread unless you didn't want them to?

There's an intensity to how Jeongguk looks at you, as if you're losing it, as if he can read you through the facade you've perfected over the years. Anything about losing agitates you. You've already lost your college degree, money, family, yourself, your way. Is there more? Your mind is the only thing you have left. Your experiences. Your moments that will stick like sweat on a summer day. Will that soon be gone too?

Though, looking vulnerable is a nice change. So scared of making mistakes like the one you just made, it's freeing to know the result of your actions. Maybe next time you make a mistake, you'll be sent to Korea. Who cares? Korea's pretty.

Probably have family there anyway. Family who zoned out while "listening" to the words of your oh so wonderful father who apparently believes banishing their child is the best form of punishment. Or, if they did listen, still probably wouldn't care enough to follow through. Thinking of family, or lack thereof now, makes your wrath rise all over again.

Sighing, you realize you hadn't really taken a moment to look at the boy. He looks just like you now: a commoner, a name that blends in, associated with the crowd. Yet at the same time, he stands out. An exquisite light. Maybe, just like how you once were. Pretty platinum blonde hair, emerald eyes, mole right under his lips. But he has Asian features: small face, monolid eyes, honey kissed skin. A mix maybe?

"Sorry?" Jeongguk mutters, feeling heat creep up to the back of his neck from your examination on his face. His voice is higher than you expected. Could be a singer, K-Pop idol maybe, you assume. Jeongguk isn't the only one who likes making assumptions.

"Uh, walk straight, take a left. No, right. Just wherever you see the streetlight with stickers on top. Cafe Mami will be right around the corner." 

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this was originally planned out to be a series, unfortunately, that did NOT happen. but I did want you all to see where I was kinda going with this? I didn’t really like how it turned out, hahaha !! there is no resolution, more of a collision between two broken people xx