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GUESS WHO FREAKIN PASSED MY EXAMS???!??? MEEEEEEEEE😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 OMYGODDD

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“3 words, 8 letters. I mean it” - J.JK - Mini (M)

Pairings : j.jk x fem! Reader

Genre : situationship, smut, slight fluff.

Contents : chuckblair inspired, limo sx, gossip girl parties setting, unprotected sex (yk what to do babes), riding, praisekink, comparing, big c!jk, slight public sex, not proofread, lemme know what i missed!

Notes : don’t expect too much yall. I’m trying a new writing style. The one that’s not too detailed that i write about everything but the character😭 tell me what you think about this? Should i make more smut? Idk i think i’m bad at smut, i’m more better at fluff and romantic stuff but i just wanted to try this. Xoxo gossip girl💋💋 Ive been watching the show and i love itt!! I love chuck and blair and i think i will def write more inspired by them. I loved the “3 words, 8 letters” line. It’s my favourite tbh.

“I knew you had a type…” his voice trails behind me. I didn’t bother to move or to face him but to just stay still and silent, silently enjoying his touch, the way his touch felt like warmth to my cold like skin, the way the world stops, and everythingstops once he touches me.

“I missed you.”

After Jungkook suddenly left me in Paris without saying a word during our vacation together, I was shattered. One minute, everything felt perfect. the Eiffel Tower lighting up the night sky, his laughter filling my heart with happiness as we explored and the next, the right side of my bed was gone . Broken, sad, left, and helpless. I spent the four remaining days locked away in the hotel room we had booked together.

At the airport, sitting alone in business class, I tried to distract myself, to feel anything other than the suffocating pain that clung to me. That’s when a man approached me. At first, I didn’t want to look at him, but when I did, I felt a sharp ache in my chest. His sleeve tattoos, the undercut, the piercings. it all felt too familiar, too much like him.

When I learned he lived in the same city as me, I impulsively invited him to my upcoming party. I told myself it was a distraction, a way to move on. Maybe even a chance to prove to myself that I didn’t need Jungkook anymore.

I thought that was the end of us. I truly did.

Until now.

“You left me… alone in a country whose people I don’t even know,” my eyes keep shut, trying hard not to let a tear out.

“I’m sorry, honey… let me make it up to you?”

“I have Ian now, Jungkook,” I try to keep my tone straight.

“No, you won’t,” he chuckles deeply. “You’re only with him to replace the missing presence that you can’t live without.” His hands trail around my jawline. “And that is me”

“Three words, eight letters. I mean it,” his tone changes into a soft one, one that I only hear when he wakes up to me wrapped up in his arms, one when he starts talking about our future together, together.

“Three words, eight letters. Let’s get out of here,” I say, grabbing his hand, intertwining with mine, his smile widening.

—-

The limo driver’s voice, distant and polite, asked, “Your place, Ms.?”

“Mhm,” I hummed, breathless already, my response barely audible as Jungkook’s lips crashed into mine. The kiss was firm yet full of emotion, like he’d been starving for days…… He starved for my taste

My breath hitched as Jungkook pulled me into his lap, his large hands gripping my waist. all I could manage was a soft hum, barely audible, as I reached blindly for the button to raise the divider.

The divider hummed as it rises, It being the only thing keeping the driver from seeing us do the deed in the back of the limo, leaving only us in the together in the backseat. His tongue parted my lips, the kiss deepening as his hands roamed over my thighs, hiking my dress higher until it was bunched around my hips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against my lips, his voice low and strained. “I fucking missed you, my pretty girl”

I gasped as he tugged my panties aside, his fingers grazing the slick heat of my core. “You’re already so wet for me,” he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto mine as his fingers teased me, gathering the wetness and spreading it over my entrance. “You’ve been missing me too huh?”

“Jungkook,” I whimpered, unable to answer him as my hips bucked against his hand.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his lips curving into a small, cocky smirk. His hands gripped my hips as he leaned back slightly, guiding me to straddle him completely. “Come here, baby. Let me feel you.”

I reached between us, freeing him from his pants. He was already hard, his cock thick and pulsing in my hand, and the deep groan that rumbled in his chest as I stroked him sent a wave of heat coursing through me.

“Don’t tease me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, his hands tightening on my thighs. “You know I can’t wait.”

I positioned myself over him, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and slowly sank down, taking him inch by inch. The stretch was overwhelming, my body trembling as he filled me completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the seat as his hands gripped my waist. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. You feel so good.”

I braced my hands on his shoulders, rocking my hips slightly to adjust to the fullness. “Jungkook,” I gasped, my voice shaking. “You’re so deep.”

“That’s it,” he murmured, his hands moving to guide me as I began to move. “Good girl. Take me just like that. You’re doing so good.”

The praise sent a shiver down my spine, and I picked up the pace, bouncing on his lap, riding him with a desperation that matched his own. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small space, mingling with our moans and the occasional broken gasp of my name from his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice strained as his hands gripped my hips tightly, helping me move faster. “You’re gonna make me lose it. You’re so fucking perfect. So good to me.”

“Jungkook,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders as the pressure built low in my belly. “I-I’m close.”

“Me too,” he growled, his hips thrusting up to meet mine as his pace turned erratic. His dark eyes locked on mine, his voice soft but commanding. “Milk me, baby. Let me feel you. I’ll fill you up, yeah?”

“Yes,” I cried out, my voice desperate. “Fill me up, Jungkook. Please. I want it. I want all of you.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip on me tightening as he slammed into me one last time, holding me down as his release hit. “That’s it, baby. Milk me. Fuck, you’re so good.”

The sensation of him filling me sent me over the edge, my body clenching around him as my orgasm crashed over me in waves. I cried out his name, my movements faltering as he held me close, his lips pressing against my neck as we both trembled through the aftershocks.

For a long moment, neither of us moved, our breaths mingling as we clung to each other. His hands stroked my back, his lips brushing softly against my shoulder as he whispered, “three words, eight letters. I mean it.”

“Three words, eight letters. I mean it more.” I murmured, my fingers tangling in his hair as I kissed him, my heart racing as the limo drove us to my house.

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Chuckblair inspired jungkook drabble coming up!!!

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Hiii💕💕

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hey ri <3 have a great day today 🤍

Heyyy!! Thank youu have a great day too dearr!!💕💕

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Tasty - J.JK - Mini (M) —

Pairings : idol! Jk x nepo baby! Reader

Genre : smut, idolverse

Contents/warnings : making out, unprotected sex(yk what to do), nepo baby! Reader, idol! Jk, tasty in busan reference, model! Reader, missionary, fingering if u squint?, oral(fem recieving), pwp

Note : this was kinda rushed. Please don’t expect too much from this. It’s 1:12 am rn huhu i should sleep i have exams💔💔also ive been watching gossip girls all over again. If you find my new characters in my new fics similar to the characters in gg then i probably got inspired. Hdidhudgs i need to sleeppp. scratch that, study actually. Goodluck to me tomorrow, or later…? I’ll be waking up at 4 anyway

Wc : 2k?

As someone new to the modelling industry, I’ll admit, I don’t know much about it. Except for the fact that my mom and dad are both in it, and yeah, maybe their names help. Okay, definitely their names help. They’ve gotten me the brands, the deals, the connections I need. But their advice? Practically useless. I get called ‘nepo baby’ often like it’s some big insult, but honestly? I don’t care.

If I was them, I’d wanna be me too.

this time, I want real advice. Not from my parents, or the people who are just dying to kiss up to me, but from people who actually know what they’re talking about. The real seniors.

The problem?

They’re not exactly the kind of people you can just text for advice. Or… are they?

I’m sitting in the director’s chair during one of my “breaks” (which are so not long enough), watching as he barks orders at the photographers and crew. My phone’s in my hand, and I’m scrolling aimlessly until something catches my eye. It’s a video. An old one. And not just anyone’s video. the exact senior I’ve been thinking about.

Hey, maybe advice isn’t the only thing i’d ask for.

I click on it, my lips curling into a smirk.

“What’s tasty in Busan?” someone asks. I think it’s hoseok? one of the guys in their group. He’s holding a microphone, and Jungkook leans over to whisper something in his ear. Hoseok immediately pulls back, laughing like he’s grossed out. “Jungkookie is weird!” he says dramatically.

Then Jimin jumps in, curious. “What did he say? Tell me too!” He laughs, shaking his head, before leaning into the microphone with this smug little grin. “Everyone… Jungkookie has turned into an adult.”

The camera pans to Jungkook, who’s at his desk, grinning that ridiculous bunny smile of his, looking both shy and pleased with himself.

I can’t help but laugh under my breath. What did he even say? It’s like some inside joke in their fanbase, and honestly, some of the comments on the video are gold. Others?…. Nevermind.

“Okay, Y/N! I think I’ve given you enough of a break,” the director calls out, clapping his hands. “Back to your position, please!”

I roll my eyes, shoving my phone back into my bag as I get up. My four inch heels click sharply against the floor as I walk to the set. It’s exhausting, sure, but if the pictures turn out hot? Worth it.

Still, even after the shoot, that video sticks in my mind.

——

You and your friends, Kayla and Zia, sit at the table, laughing and drinking like it’s the only thing you know how to do. A few hours pass, and predictably, the two of them are completely wasted, while you’re still sitting pretty, your alcohol tolerance saving the night.

“Hey, Y/N and Kay?” Zia slurs out, leaning in way too close and grabbing both your faces in her hands. “Don’t tell Zia I told you guys…” she giggles, already spilling the tea, “but we slept with each other.”

“What??” Kayla suddenly sobers up from the sheer shock, her eyes wide as saucers.

You’re just staring at both of them, blinking in disbelief. “I need more drinks. I don’t have enough brain cells left to process this,” you mutter, grabbing your purse and standing up to head to the bar.

You wobble slightly on your heels? terrible decision for a night like this, but you make it to the counter and sit down on one of the stools, finally giving yourself a moment to breathe.

“Hey, Kook. Truth or dare?” Jimin slurs, clearly a few drinks ahead of Jungkook, who sits there calmly sipping his beer.

“Truth,” Jungkook answers flatly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Ugh, no fun, man.” Jimin groans dramatically, leaning forward.

“Fine. Dare,” Jungkook sighs, tilting his head in annoyance but accepting the challenge anyway.

Jimin smirks, his eyes darting across the bar. Then he spots you, sitting on the stool, ordering drinks, completely unbothered. “I dare you to go up to that girl and buy her a drink.”

Jungkook scoffs, raising an eyebrow. He glances at the table, half the members are already passed out drunk, while Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi look on. With a little smirk, Jungkook sets his drink down and gets up, the air of a challenge written all over him.

“Hey,” a deep voice greets you from beside the bar, nearly making you jump.

You glance up, surprised, and then let your lips curl into a small, amused smirk. “Didn’t think I’d find you here.”

Jungkook stares at you, confused. “I’m sorry?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Where’s your cool guy act now?” you tease, your voice dripping with playful mockery.

Jungkook bites his lip, staring at you for a second before shaking his head with a low laugh. “Let me buy you a drink,” he offers, signaling to the bartender.

“No need,” you say smoothly, already taking the drink you’d just ordered. You lift it slightly to emphasize your point.

“Well then… your number?” he tries again, his smile soft and genuine…. or at least i hope it’s genuine.

You raise an eyebrow, leaning in just enough to keep the game going. “I’m sure we’ll be in touch soon.” you say with a wink before turning on your heel and heading back to your table, leaving him behind.

For the next three weeks, Jungkook came to the same bar, at least twice a week, hoping to bump into you again. He played it cool, but let’s be real, it was obvious.… well this day must be his lucky day then.

A week ago

“Calvin Klein, you say?” you hum, admiring yourself in the mirror as you try on the lingerie you’d just picked up. The fit? Perfect. You smirk at your reflection, loving the way it hugs your curves.

“Yes, ma’am,” the stylist calls from outside the fitting room.

“I’m in,” you say with a final glance at yourself, satisfied.

Back to the present.

You sit in the chair on set, scrolling aimlessly on your phone when one of the stylists walks up to you. “Are you aware you’re shooting with a partner today?” she asks casually.

“Uh… no?” You raise an eyebrow, confused.

“Jeon Jungkook, Ms. He’s your partner for this shoot. Did your agent not tell you?”

You blink. “I think…?” You give her a weak smile, but she just rolls her eyes and mutters under her breath as she walks away, loud enough for you to catch.

“Doesn’t even have to try to get the brands, and she doesn’t even know who she’s working with,” the stylist grumbles.

You roll your eyes.

Irrelevant words from an irrelevant person.

Satisfied, you adjust your posture as someone calls you to get into position.

“Well, looks like it’s your lucky day, Jeon,” you whisper into Jungkook’s ear as the two of you move into position for the first shot.

———

“Think you wanna tell me the answer to the ‘what’s tasty in Busan’ question?” I teased, cocking an eyebrow at Jungkook as he kept kissing along my neck, his lips warm and soft but slightly distracted.

He froze for a moment, then leaned back just enough to look at me with a crooked grin. “Omygod, you saw that?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

I shrugged, biting my lip to hide my smirk. “You said it so confidently in that video, like you had it all figured out. So? What’s tasty in there, Jeon Jungkook?”

He burst out laughing, his head falling into the crook of my neck as his shoulders shook. “Oh my god, did you actually see that? That was so embarrassing,” he mumbled between his laughs, his ears turning red as he tried to compose himself.

I grinned wider, running my fingers through his dark hair. “Of course, I saw it. It’s the joke of your fans. So wanna tell me?, or better…. Show me?”

Jungkook raised his head, his laughter fading into a playful glare. “Alright,” he said, his voice lower now, a teasing edge to it. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

“I think I’m hilarious,” I shot back, sticking my tongue out at him.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as his hands slid down to my waist. “You wanna know what’s my answer?” he asked, his tone shifting as his grip tightened slightly, pulling me closer.

I blinked up at him, suddenly aware of the heat in his eyes, the way his lips curved into a sly smirk. “Uh… yeah?”

Jungkook leaned in, his nose brushing against mine as he whispered, “I’ll show you instead.”

Before I could process his words, his lips were on mine, soft but firm, moving with a confidence that made my head spin. His hands slid down to grip the backs of my thighs, and with one smooth motion, he lifted me off the floor like I weighed nothing.

“Jungkook!” I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck as my legs instinctively locked around his waist. “What are you-”

He cut me off with another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue brushing against mine in a way that made me forget whatever I was about to say. “Still wanna know the answer?” he murmured against my lips, his voice dripping with mischief.

“You’re all questions, are you gonna show or tell me?” I muttered, though the breathlessness in my voice ruined the effect.

He just grinned, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently, his body hovering over mine. “Oh i will,” he said, his hands already sliding up my thighs, pushing up the hem of my skirt. “But do you think you deserve it?

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep up my usual sass even as heat pooled in my stomach. “Im pretty sure i do”

Jungkook’s smirk deepened, and he leaned down to press a kiss just below my jaw, his hands sliding higher up my thighs. “That’s right baby, you do.”

The teasing tone in his voice made my heart race, and when his lips found mine again, any thought of arguing vanished completely.

Jungkook’s lips moved from mine to trail down my neck, his kisses lazy but purposeful, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. His hands were everywhere. firm on my thighs, sliding higher as he pushed my legs apart.

“You’re already quiet,” he teased against my skin, his voice warm and teasing, sending a jolt of heat straight through me. “What happened to all that attitude?”

“I still have it,” I shot back, though my voice was already breathless.

He chuckled, his lips moving lower, pressing kisses down my collarbone and along the curve of my chest. “We’ll see how long that lasts,” he said, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

“Don’t act so cocky,” I said, but the challenge fell flat as he yanked my shirt up and off in one quick motion, leaving me exposed in my lace bra. His eyes flicked down, darkening as his tongue swept across his bottom lip.

“You were saying?” he murmured, his hands sliding under me to unclasp my bra before I could even protest. The garment joined my shirt on the floor, and I swallowed hard as his gaze drank me in.

“You’re staring,” I muttered, trying to sound unaffected, but my body betrayed me as my skin burned under his gaze.

“Of course I’m staring,” he said, his voice low and warm. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

My retort died on my lips as he leaned down, his mouth closing over one of my nipples, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud while his hand teased the other. A soft moan escaped me before I could stop it, and I felt his smirk against my skin.

“Still got something to say?” he asked, his voice muffled as he moved to give the same attention to the other side.

I glared down at him, tugging lightly at his hair. “Shut up.”

He laughed softly, lifting his head to look at me. “Make me,” he teased, his hands sliding down to my hips as he tugged at the waistband of my skirt.

I arched an eyebrow, determined not to let him have the upper hand. “What if I don’t want to?”

Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk widening “Then I guess i better take the lead, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with challenge.

He grips my thighs before he yanks my skirt down with one swift motion, his eyes dropping to the soaked lace between my legs.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice low, “you’re already dripping, Y/N.”

Before I could snap back, he hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and dragged them down, tossing them aside like they didn’t matter. His hands spread my thighs wide, and before i knew it, his mouth was on me

The first swipe of his tongue sent my back arching off the bed, a gasp tearing from my lips. He didn’t tease, instead he went straight for my clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue against it with maddening precision.

“Jungkook,” I moaned, my hands flying to his hair, tugging at the soft strands as his mouth worked me over.

He groaned against me, the vibration making my legs shake. His tongue slid lower, teasing my entrance before he pushed it inside, fucking me with it while his nose pressed against my clit.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his face, but he just tightened his grip on my thighs, holding me down as he ate me like a man starving.

Every flick, every suck, every moan he let out against me drove me closer to the edge. “You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, his lips glistening as he pulled back for a second before diving right back in.

My thighs started to tremble, the tension in my stomach coiling tighter and tighter. “I’m gonna- fuck, Jungkook, don’t stop!” I whimpered, my voice breaking as he sucked my clit hard and slid two fingers into me, curling them perfectly to hit that spot that made me see stars.

“Come for me,” he growled against me, his fingers pounding into me as his mouth stayed relentless on my clit. That was all it took. I shattered, my body shaking as my orgasm crashed over me, his name spilling from my lips in a breathless scream.

He didn’t stop until I was a trembling mess beneath him, my body twitching with aftershocks. When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were slick, and the look in his eyes was pure sin.

“You good?” he asked, smirking as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

I glared at him, still breathless. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he said, already tugging his pants down.

He then kicks off his jeans and boxers in one quick motion, his cock springing free and standing thick and hard. The sight alone made my mouth water, but he wasn’t giving me time to admire it. He was already climbing back over me, one hand gripping my thigh to hook it around his waist as the other lined himself up at my entrance.

“Ready?” he muttered, his voice low and strained, like he was barely holding himself together.

I rolled my eyes, grabbing his jaw and pulling him down for a messy, heated kiss. “Do I look like I want to wait?” I bit back.

That was all the permission he needed. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt, stretching me so perfectly that all I could do was gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to mine as he stayed there for a moment, letting me adjust. “You’re so tight.”

“Then move,” I breathed out, arching my hips against him, already desperate for more.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk, but he didn’t tease this time. His hips pulled back, and then he drove forward again, setting a deep, steady rhythm that had me clawing at his back, moaning with every snap of his hips.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he growled, his voice rough as his hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he fucked into me harder, deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

My body was on fire, every thrust sending a wave of pleasure crashing through me. “Jungkook,” I whimpered, barely able to get the word out as he hit that perfect spot inside me over and over again.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his pace quickening, his teeth scraping against my neck as he kissed and nipped at my skin. “Let me hear you.”

“Jungkook!” I moaned, louder this time, my voice breaking as I felt myself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his hand sliding down between us to rub at my clit, the added stimulation sending me into a frenzy. “You gonna come for me again?”

“Yes- omygod!! fuck, yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as my entire body tensed, the pressure building until it exploded, my orgasm crashing over me so hard I saw stars.

Jungkook groaned as I clenched around him, his hips faltering for a second before he buried himself deep, his pace turning rough and erratic. “Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he growled, his voice strained as he chased his own release.

“Come inside me,” I whispered, wrapping my legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper. “I want to feel you.”

That was all it took. With a low, guttural moan, Jungkook’s hips slammed against mine one last time, his body tensing as he spilled into me, filling me with heat. He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against mine as we both tried to catch our breath.

“Guess that answers the question,” he finally muttered, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

I frowned up at him. “What question?”

“What you asked me,” he said, smirking as he kissed me again, his lips slow and soft now, as if he didn’t just wrecked me.

“Idiot,” I muttered against his mouth, but I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me.

The next day.

the comments from my new post….. was surely what i expected.

“Is she a whore?”

“That nepo baby once again”

“New boy of the month?”

“Im leaving this fandom”

Surely i did make alot of fans mad, but what can i say? It was indeed tasty

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This is kinda lengthy for a mini fic

Yall… should i write a fic abt oc pissing off fans cuz she got a taste of “tasty in busan”…?

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Yall… should i write a fic abt oc pissing off fans cuz she got a taste of “tasty in busan”…?

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Hate you - chapter 9 - J.JK

Pairings : ex! Jungkook x ex! Reader

Notes : i just finished the entire story like all chapters omg? but this one is short hihi wdbjhabhd. i wanted to make this chapter focusing on what happened to jungkook and honestly i feel so bad. there's more to his backstory than to this and hopefully it'll make it to the cut lmao. should i post the drafts? the scenes that didn't make the fic?

Genre : Ex2L, angst, slow burn, fake dating, slice of life, fluff, e2l, corporate rivals, smau, smut

Sypnosis : ‘You were always told that hating someone is the only way it doesn’t hurt but what if you can’t hate him? No matter how hard you try your heart will always find it’s way to his’

2 years after breaking up with your boyfriend of 2 years you were finally on your way to become the ceo of your family’s company your rival turns out to be your ex.

Contents/warnings for this chapt :

violence, threatening, i hate rose we all say in unison

series masterlist - crossposted to wattpad with the same name and username!

2 weeks before the break up

The dining room was quiet except for the gentle clink of utensils against the plates. Jungkook sat with his stepmom and his dad, the silence between them punctuated by polite conversation.

Then, a maid appeared in the doorway, her expression hesitant. "Sir, someone's at the door," she said, her voice breaking the calm.

Before anyone could react, Jungkook stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. "I'll get it," he said quickly, already heading toward the door. "It might be Y/N."

But when he opened the door, his breath caught in his throat.

"Mom..." he whispered, his eyes wide as he took in the figure standing before him.

Before he could say another word, she shoved her way inside, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

"Mom, no!" he said, rushing after her. "Don't- don't go in there," he pleaded, his voice tense and panicked.

She spun to face him, her expression sharp and unyielding. "Why? You don't want me to know that your dad's cheating on me with some gold digger?" she snapped, her voice rising enough to echo through the house.

The words carried through the hallway, and Jungkook's dad appeared a moment later, his expression tight and controlled. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with an edge.

The moment his eyes landed on her, he faltered. "Rose..." he said, his tone shifting to warning. "Get out."

"And why should I?" his mom scoffed, crossing her arms.

"You're ruining my family," his dad said, his voice low and deliberate as he pointed toward the door.

"Me ruining my own family?" she shot back, her tone dripping with derision.

Jungkook's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as the argument unfolded in front of him. The scene felt eerily familiar. 

His stepmom, who had clearly overheard the commotion, entered the hallway cautiously. But before she could say anything, Jungkook's mom lunged at her, grabbing her hair with both hands.

Screams erupted as the two women struggled, the chaos shattering the fragile calm of the house. His dad rushed forward, trying to pull them apart, his voice booming as he demanded they stop.

Jungkook stood frozen, his legs refusing to move. The sight before him blurred into memories of his childhood. the sound of his mother's voice raised in anger, the sharp crashes of objects breaking, the way she had torn his toys apart in front of him during her fits of rage.

He was no longer standing in the hallway as a grown man. He was that same little boy again, powerless and scared, unable to speak or act as his world fell apart around him.

The sound of yelling grew louder, but it all felt distant, like he was underwater. His dad's frantic voice mixed with his stepmom's cries and his mom's shrill accusations, but Jungkook couldn't make sense of the words.

He wished he could move. He wished he could say something, do something..... or anything. But his body refused to listen. He was stuck, a statue in the middle of the chaos, his heart pounding as he watched the scene unfold.

A child raised for the company by his mother.

A child who had his innocence stolen. 

A child whose childhood was taken advantage of.

As his stepmom cried out in pain, as his dad struggled to drag his mom away, Jungkook felt the weight of everything crash down on him again.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to steady his breathing. But no matter how hard he tried, the helplessness of that little boy refused to let him go.

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Jungkook gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as the city lights blurred past him.

When he finally reached his apartment, he parked the car with trembling hands and stumbled inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He leaned against it, his head falling back as he closed his eyes, willing his racing heart to slow down.

His phone was in his hand before he realized it, the screen lighting up with his step moms name.

“Mom? Are you guys okay? Did she leave already?” he asked the moment she picked up, his voice frantic and uneven.

“Yes, dear,” her gentle voice replied, soothing in its familiarity. “She’s gone. Your father’s with me right now. Everything’s fine here.”

Jungkook exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging in relief. “Thank God. I—”

His stepmom cut him off softly. “I’ll go now. Your father and I have a lot to talk about, okay?”

“Wait—” Jungkook started, but the line went dead before he could finish.

He stared at his phone, his mind reeling. Her calm tone should’ve comforted him, but instead, it left him feeling hollow.

Sliding down to the floor, Jungkook pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying to stave off the oncoming headache. He stayed there for a long time, the quiet of his apartment amplifying the noise in his head.

A few days passed, and on the surface, things seemed to settle. His stepmom didn’t bring up the incident, his dad returned to his usual stoic self, and Jungkook tried to convince himself that it was over.

But deep down, he knew better.

The confirmation came when Rose, called him out of the blue, her tone deceptively sweet.

“Meet me at the cafe,” she had said. It wasn’t a request.

He almost didn’t go, but something in her voice told him he wouldn’t have a choice either way.

At the cafe, the air was heavy with unease. Rose sat across from him, impeccably dressed as always, her expression calm but her eyes sharp and calculating.

“Here,” she said, sliding a brown envelope across the table with a casualness that made Jungkook’s stomach churn.

“What’s this?” he asked, his voice wary as he reached for it.

“Open it,” she said, leaning back in her chair, her smile almost smug.

With hesitant hands, Jungkook opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of documents. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes scanned the pages.

It was everything.

Information about you, your family, your company, even the smallest details about your life that no one should have access to, And mixed in were details about his own family. his dad, his stepmom, their financials, their connections.

He looked up at her, his face pale. “What is this?”

“It’s leverage,” she said simply, her tone so casual it made his skin crawl.

“Leverage for what?” he snapped, his voice rising.

Rose smirked, tilting her head as if she were talking to a naive child. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want your poor girlfriend to suffer, would you, Jungkook?”

His jaw tightened, his hands gripping the papers so hard his knuckles turned white. “Rose—”

“Oh, is that what you call your mother now?” she interrupted with a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Mom…” he tried again, his voice strained. “Why are you doing this?”

“Why?” she echoed, her smile vanishing as her eyes hardened. “Because I’m your mother, and you owe me. Do you know what it was like to be cast aside? To watch your father replace me with your precious step mom?”

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You think I’ll just sit back and let him take everything from me? Let her take everything from me?”

“You’re ruining lives, Mom,” Jungkook said through gritted teeth, his emotions teetering on the edge. “You’re ruining my life. everyones life!”

“Am I?” she said with a mocking tilt of her head. “Or am I giving you a choice?”

Jungkook froze as her words sank in.

“Either you stay with me in the States,” she said, her voice cold and calculating, “and your girlfriend will be… fine.” Her lips curled into a cruel smile. “Or you stay here, and I’ll make both of your lives a living hell.”

“You wouldn’t…” he whispered, his voice trembling.

“Oh, I would,” she said, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “And you know I can. Your girlfriend, your father, your precious stepmom, they’re all within my reach.”

Jungkook’s mind raced, panic and despair clawing at his chest. “Why are you doing this?” he asked again, his voice breaking.

“Because i don't like being replaced” she said simply. “And i'm your mother, jungkook.”

She stood, smoothing out her designer coat as if this were just another business meeting. “I’ll give you three days,” she said, her voice calm and final. “Three days to decide. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll take your silence as a yes.”

And with that, she walked out, leaving Jungkook alone at the table, his world crumbling around him.

That night, Jungkook sat in his car outside your apartment, staring up at the window where the light from your room glowed softly. His phone sat in his lap, the screen illuminated with a single name: Rose.

His hands trembled as he picked it up, his finger hovering over the call button. Every fiber of his being screamed at him not to do it, but he couldn’t see another way out.

With a shaky breath, he pressed the button and brought the phone to his ear.

“I—I’m coming,” he said, his voice barely audible as tears welled in his eyes.

The line went dead, and Jungkook sat there in the silence, his chest heaving as the first tear slid down his cheek.

He wiped at his face, but the tears wouldn’t stop. He thought of your smile, your laugh, the way you looked at him like he was your whole world. And now, he was about to shatter that world.

Eventually, he forced himself out of the car and into your apartment. When he stepped into your bedroom, you were asleep, your figure peaceful and serene under the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

Jungkook’s throat tightened as he climbed into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms. You stirred slightly, murmuring something incoherent before settling against him.

He held you tighter than ever, his face buried in your hair as silent tears streamed down his face.

It felt like goodbye.

And Jungkook didn’t know if he’d ever forgive himself for it.

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ || read it over and over again list 3 || ੈ✩‧₊˚

A/n: enjoy reading thesee! these are my current reads rn and i will definitely reread again

-‘๑’- jungkook!! -‘๑’-

List here👇🏻👇🏻

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: ̗̀➛ teach me how to love by @kookooluvr

➠ jjk x (fem) oc, fwbau

: ̗̀➛perfect partner by @peoniesnro

➠ yandere! jk

: ̗̀➛ what's your name again? by @solarhysm

➠holloween party, pwp

: ̗̀➛ permission by @shina913

➠ stripper, one night stand

: ̗̀➛server room by @mister0ctopus

➠ IT! jk, office au

: ̗̀➛ mature by @jiminrings

➠ push n pull

: ̗̀➛dopamine by @vanillakook

➠brothers bestfriend! jk, forbidden rs trope

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⋆˙⟡ step by step #6 ❤︎ m.list

note : this is kinda short

contents : mentions fo cheating, caught cheating (not oc or jk)

wc : 500+

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I was back at work, holding onto a stack of documents and files. My knee had healed completely, but Jungkook still insisted on hovering over me like a mother hen, claiming it was all part of the "post-healing process."

He didn’t need to be that attentive anymore, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.

As I navigated the office hallways, Yoongi’s voice came through the intercom. "Ms. L/N, to my office, please."

I rolled my eyes, letting out a sigh. "Of course," I muttered to myself, heading toward his office door.

Pushing the door open, I froze in place.

"Oh…" The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. some random girl, young and blonde was practically sprawled on top of him, her hands tangled in his hair.

Both of them turned to look at me.

"I’m sorry," I muttered, loud enough for Yoongi to hear, before stepping back and closing the door. The girl bumped into my shoulder on her way out, throwing a dirty look over her shoulder.

Once she was gone, I stepped back inside, glaring at Yoongi. "What do you want?"

He smirked, fixing his shirt and tie like nothing had happened. "Is that any way to talk to your boss?"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you want, sir?" I said, mocking the title with a bitter edge.

Leaning back in his chair, Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Are you back with Jungkook?"

The question hit me like a brick, but I refused to let it show. Swallowing hard, I kept my posture straight. "I don’t answer personal questions at work."

Yoongi chuckled darkly, his gaze sharp. "One of his students is my stepdaughter," he said, his words cutting through the air like a blade.

My jaw dropped slightly. "Oh my god," I muttered, genuinely shocked.

"I knew you liked older women," I teased, trying to mask the awkwardness of the moment, but Yoongi wasn’t in the mood.

"Shut up," he muttered through gritted teeth, clearly annoyed.

I smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh, I get it. You don’t like being the older one in the relationship because it makes you feel like a grandpa, huh?"

Yoongi shot me a glare, his jaw tightening as I stuck my tongue out at him.

"You better behave, boss," I added playfully. "Your stepdaughter’s grades are in Jungkook’s hands- my Jungkook’s hands."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, leaning forward slightly. "Relax. She’s the top student in his class."

My eyebrows shot up. "Oh—Mariam?!"

He nodded, and I shrugged. "She’s a nice girl," I said casually, but then my expression shifted, my mind going back to the girl I’d just seen leaving his office.

"But the girl who just left…" I trailed off, giving him a pointed look.

Yoongi said nothing, his silence answering the question for him.

"You…" I scoffed, shaking my head in disappointment. "Just like they say, ‘once a cheater, always a cheater.’"

Yoongi’s eyes darkened, and his smirk turned cold. "Oh, please. Like you’re innocent. Don’t act like you never cheated on Jungkook."

I froze, the bitterness bubbling to the surface. "I didn’t cheat on Jungkook," I said sharply, my voice firm.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. "Didn’t you?"

I clenched my fists, my voice cutting through the tension like ice. "I left him for you, Yoongi. Because you told me to. And I was foolish enough to believe in you—foolish enough to leave him for a man who turned around and left me for another girl when you moved overseas."

His smirk faltered for the first time, but I wasn’t finished.

"You left me broken, and you don’t even have the decency to admit it."

Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but I raised a hand, cutting him off. "And now? You’re doing the same thing all over again. I hope whoever she was realizes what a waste of time you are before it’s too late."

I straightened my posture, glaring at him one last time. "If you’ll excuse me, I have work to get back to."

Without waiting for a response, I turned and shut the door firmly behind me, leaving Yoongi behind with nothing but his silence.

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Same thing w handmade stuff too. I made a lil diy tech deck skateboard out of paper for him and painted the under the hamilton logo/cover cuz he liked hamilton, made a lil zine for him with the lyrics anyone else but you from the movie juno, wrote letters for him to cheer him up cuz he failed an exam. All those with effort and genuineness😭 wanna know what i got?? Just plain texts saying “yippee! Thx!”

after that i refrain myself from EVER talking to skater boys, ESPECIALLY those extreme brain rot washed men.

I mean this was like last year march but i still feel soo soo bad wasting my time and effort doing stuff for that

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The lyrics “i can forgive you for alot of things, for not giving me back my tiffany ring” hit me soo hard cuz everytime i’m w a new guy i would show my love through buying them gifts like once i gave a guy a pandora bracelet witj like matching charms w mine and he agreed cuz he said it was cute and we add a charm on it together when we want to and then a few months later he decides to end things bc we were better off as friends anyway.

Update: we are not friends, not communicating or whatsoever. He didn’t give me the bracelet back but i gave it so it’s his already.. i guess? He’s w his bestfriend now and they’re together. Still dk what happened to the bracelet

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Having a fever rn💔💔 dry, sore throat and stuffed nose AND i’m also on my period.

What a great way to study for my exams😃😃

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been listening to colors by halsey latelyyyy

i am soooo soo obsessed with the line

"You were red and you liked me 'cause I was blue But you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky And you decided purple just wasn't for you"

shit i wanna write abt thisss but i am so lazy rn.

also writing new chapters for my hate you fic

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is it just me or i get weirded out by those bts tarots/astrology readings sometimes? sometimes it gets too personal and like crazy too...?

like when i scroll sometimes on tiktok or on any platform i see some posts abt like them doing bts a reading? idk. for me i think it's kinda weird since ppl in the comments kinda takes it seriously too. i just literally saw a slideshow on tiktok saying like which member would be violent when angry and shit?? idk it's probably just me?

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Writing office fun rn HAHVSHDBHDBHDVSHVDHDVHDVS