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[guksvault]

HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

06- Same Old Song

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. there, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew

w/c: 3.9k

warnings: alcohol consumption, readers parents being awful, Tae & his parents being just as bad, brief mention of a panic attack, jk is still an ass :(, jk <3s titties, titty fucking, oral (m), cumplay, finger sucking! um! i think thats it??

!minorsdni!

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It was a little surprising that Valerie wanted to leave the party this early. Sure, it was 4:30 a.m., but you’d never seen her leave before you. She was always one of the last to leave, sometimes even crashing for the night when she’d had a little too much to drink.

“Already?” You glanced at Val, tilting your head toward the drinks table. You weren’t ready to leave yet, still entertaining the thought of maybe sneaking in a round two with Jungkook.

That was until your gaze drifted past Valerie’s head, landing on Jungkook, his tongue tangled in some redhead’s mouth, the girl comfortably perched on his lap.

Fucking prick.

Not that you had any real expectations of Jungkook. He didn't owe you loyalty, and you weren't asking for it. But it had only been 7 minutes since he'd been balls deep inside you upstairs.

Again, fucking prick.

Your gaze flicked to Valerie, and you linked your arm with hers, nodding quietly. Walking toward the door, you could feel Jungkook's eyes on you as the redhead kissed down his neck, replacing the marks you had left with her own.

The streets are quiet as you both walk down them, the morning sky clocking on for shift work. Birds sitting along powerline's watching you and Valerie breathe in fresh air and adjust to the blue tint of the sky compared to the flashing red lights inside.

"You good Val?"

Valerie was quiet, her usual bubbly, overconfident demeanor noticeably subdued. Her gaze was focused on her feet as she walked beside you.

“Jungkook isn’t a good guy, Bee,” she said softly, finally looking up at you. A half smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

You let out a small laugh through your nose, looked at her and see that her face showed more concern than her voice had.

“I mean it, Bee,” she continued, her tone more serious now. “He has no interest in anyone but himself. He’s not a good person.”

“Why are you telling me this? I’m basically the president of the Jungkook hate club.” You laughed lightly, the sound almost ironic. You already knew these things. His actions after he had his way with you only proved Valerie’s point—and yours too.

Valerie stopped walking, grabbing your hand and offering you a weak smile.

“Yeah, well, I also know a ‘Jungkook afterglow’ when I see one.”

You press your lips together, close your eyes and scrunch your nose in embarrassment that your orgasm had painted you with a big 'JUNGKOOK FUCKED ME' across your forehead.

Then, Valerie's words echo in your mind. I know what it looks like when someone fucks Jungkook. Had she fucked him? Had you just ruined things with your only real girlfriend by sleeping with her man?

"Val... you and Jungkook, are you-did I just... fuck something up? Oh god, Val-"

She laughs, flicking your forehead and shaking your shoulders. "You're a fucking idiot."

“Bee, no! I’ve never slept with him—ew. I’ve just had to console way too many crying, drunk girls after they’ve seen him take someone else up those stairs.”

Oh god, you can finally breathe again. Your shoulders, which you hadn’t realised were tense, drop in relief.

“Anyways, this is me.” Valerie’s voice softens as she nods towards the small, rundown apartment complex. “You wanna stay?”

You shake your head. You’ve got brunch with your parents at the Kim’s house in a few hours, and you’re planning to use the drive home to sleep off your regret.

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Your stomach was fucking turning, twisting itself into knots. You would’ve blamed it on the abomination of a drink Jimin had poured you last night, but that wasn’t the real culprit.

What really had your stomach flipping was watching Taehyung’s parents proudly show you their family heirloom engagement ring. A beautiful gold diamond piece, passed down through generations. Too bad you’d been leaning more toward silver jewelry these days.

Also, too bad you weren’t marrying their son. Let alone even dating him. Your mother must have caught the pure look of disgust on your face as she gently placed her hand on Taehyung’s mother’s, admiring the ring.

“Oh, it’s just gorgeous. Isn’t it, honey? So beautiful,” your mother mused, her hand slipping to your lower back and giving it a subtle tap, as if reminding you to play along.

“Yeah, yeah. Super pretty,” you feigned a smile, your insides twisting even more.

“You should try it on!” Taehyung’s mother beamed, her fingers easily sliding the gold ring off her own hand and over her knuckles, holding it out to you with a proud smile.

“Oh! Yes, she would be honored,” your mother replied for you, a little too quickly.

You shot a quick glance at your mother, feeling a wave of panic rising in your chest. “Oh, really. No, thank you though, but, that’s really— I’m okay, thank you,” you said, holding up your hands defensively, almost as if the ring were a weapon.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Mrs. Kim laughed, not at all deterred by your clear discomfort. “Who knows, maybe it will be yours one day. Give me your hand.” She smiled at you, the kind of smile that was so warm you almost felt bad for wanting to escape the situation.

You hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. Mrs. Kim had always been so sweet to you—except when she wasn’t trying to push you into a marriage with her son. You sighed inwardly, knowing there was no way to avoid this.

Taehyung caught your eyes, his gaze steady, before he nodded and took the ring from his mother's hand. "If I'm lucky enough," he said, all a little rehearsed, slipping his fingers around yours and placing the ring on your left hand.

You sucked in a deep breath, your heart pounding as the cold metal slid onto your finger. It felt like you were being suffocated, and all you wanted to do was scream, grab the ring, and shove it up Taehyung's perfect little perky ass. Not only did God give assholes pretty faces, but nice asses, too.

As if on cue, both mothers called the fathers over from the balcony, where they'd been puffing away on cigars, and the small crowd of them quickly surrounded you. Each one of them complimenting you, inspecting the ring. You could feel their eyes all over you, suffocating you with their expectations, their approval.

Your chest felt like it started to swell, like the air in your lungs had become thick smoke. The scene in front of you slightly blurring, the sound of their oo's and aa's tuning in and out as if you were underwater. Your hands slightly starting to sweat and shake, your knees following quickly after.

You hadn’t felt this kind of panic since you were six years old, sitting alone on the school steps, waiting for your parents to pick you up, only to realize they’d forgotten. That same suffocating sensation was creeping up on you now, but it was worse. It was heavier. You couldn’t breathe.

Your free hand, grabbed the band, yanked it off your finger, and shoved it into Taehyung’s mother’s hands with an urgency that startled everyone.

“Shit, stop. Fuck, please just stop.”

Their jaws dropped, your father hissing your name through his teeth.

You shook your head, barely glancing at Taehyung’s mother as you bowed slightly, an attempt at apology. And then you bolted.

You took the stairs two at a time, your heart pounding, until you reached the safety of your room. Slamming the door shut behind you, you locked it with trembling hands.

“Oh, I’m so incredibly sorry about that. She’s just been so emotional lately.”

You could hear your mother’s voice, the fake apology dripping from her words. Always so quick to protect the image.

“Oh, nevermind! I’m sure she was just overwhelmed with the possibility of her dreams coming true, she will come around.”

Their conversation continued, murmuring about how perfect the ring suited you, how it would make them so happy to have it passed down to you, to see their family legacy continue with the “perfect” match.

If you hadn’t been so nauseous, you might have actually screamed. Thankfully, your phone sat on your bed vibrates, distracting you momentarily from the chaos.

| 1:27pm

yoongles: Dinner at Chim's. You down?

| 1:27pm

You: booze?

| 1:29pm

yoongles: Dumb question Bee.

| 1:30pm

yoongles: Jimin said bring some 'rich people drinks that will get legless' or ur eating the scraps x

| 1:32pm

You: see u then x

You had changed out of the flowy pastel floral dress you had been encouraged to wear. Swapped it out for a pair of black jeans and a baggy tee tucked into them.

You pulled your vanity chair to your closet, on your tippy toes to rummage around the back of your closet with your hand to try and feel for a bottle you had stashed.

Your ex boyfriend had gifted it to you a year ago on your birthday, Remy Martin Louis XII Cognac. A $7,000 birthday present he had pulled from his ass as an apology for missing your party.

You had vowed to smash it in front him the next time you saw him for fucking your best friend just a few days later. Taking it to the slums of Daegu and drinking it with a bunch of people who he would never be caught dead around, felt like a much sweeter revenge.

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You had arrived in Daegu an hour earlier than you needed to. The air felt safer here. You took the extra time to walk around, people-watching. Sundays in Daegu actually felt like Sundays—slow, calm, and peaceful.

You walked into Chim’s, greeted Jimin’s father, whom you had met a few times before, and made your way to the back booths where the boys always sat. The restaurant was fairly busy—couples and friends grilling their own meat, pouring shots of cheap soju into shot glasses, laughing with one another.

“Bee in Daegu while the sun is still up? Shoot me dead,” Joon teased, downing a shot of soju.

The group welcomed you—some offering awkward fist bumps, others just a simple “hello”—except for Jungkook. Yoongi slid down the booth, forcing Jimin beside him to make space for you.

“You hold up your end of the deal, Bee?” Jimin joked, but his eyes practically pleaded, please, please, pleeeease.

You reached into your handbag, pulling out the rounded bottle with scalloped edges and placing it squarely in the middle of the table.

“Here, you absolute parasite.”

"Bee, I was expecting, like, a bottle of Grey Goose or Chardonnay. Not a 7 Grand bottle of fucking Cognac."

The rest of the boy's jaws had dropped as Yoongi unneededly announced the price tag of the bottle.

"Seven fucking grand? Fuck Bee, you're leathal." Hoseok grinned as he snapped photos at every angle.

“Daddy gon’ give you a spanking for stealing this one,” Joon laughed, only to be met with disgusted scrunches from the rest of the group. “No, no, like, her actual dad. Not me. I’m not daddy. Fuck off.”

“Yeah, still fucking weird, Joon,” you gagged at him, standing up and leaning over the table to delicately remove the stopper from the bottle.

You poured the liquid into each of their cups, and your own, warning them to drink it slowly as soon as you saw Jungkook reaching for his to shoot it.

Yoongi, however, swirled the liquid around in his glass, bringing it to his nose. You watched closely, almost certain you could see the memories he was reliving in his mind flash before your eyes too.

On the opposite side of the table sits Jungkook. He takes a sip of the cognac, letting the notes of honey and nutmeg dance across his tongue. He wonders if drinking something this expensive is just another part of your normal.

He watches as you sip your own glass, chasing it with shots of soju between bites of grilled pork belly, chatting with the group like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Joon updates you on his latest bottle garden project, and Jimin fills you in on the girl he’s been texting, all thanks to your wing-woman skills. Jungkook rolls his eyes when Jimin jokes that you should find someone for him, too.

“Eh, looks like he’s got that one all figured out on his own, huh?” You tease, popping a piece of meat into your mouth and glancing at Jungkook.

Jungkook scoffs lightly and shrugs. “Should’ve seen the bird I pulled last night in the bathroom—tits like a—”

You extend your foot under the table, nudging his shin hard enough for him to feel it. A silent warning. Shut the fuck up.

He quickly swallows the rest of his sentence, glancing at you before shrugging and sipping his drink. He doesn’t push it any further. You didn’t want to know his thoughts on your body—nor did you want to know if he was actually referring to the girl he’d been making out with on the couch after he had his way with you.

“Tits like a model, that’s what he told me about bathroom girl. Wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it.” Joon laughed, shaking his head.

Fucking prick. Bathroom girl? Prick, prick, prick.

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The party had just started picking up at the House of Balloons for their Sunday Sesh. Still a party, just toned down. The music wasn’t as loud, Hoseok got to spend most of the night away from his booth and with his friends, the crowd was smaller but still alive.

You were sitting close to Hoseok, leaning into his side with his arm draped lazily over your shoulders as he scrolled through his phone, showing you a folder of photos he had collected titled “Stray Cats Doing Straynge Things.”

A whole collection of photos of cats he had spotted around town. This carefree, gentle soul was exactly what had drawn you to him a few weeks ago. A man who had been handed a shit pile of cards, and instead of asking someone to reshuffle, he made them his own flush.

Jimin had taken his own party up to his room as soon as the girl who had him whipped arrived.

Joon was outside, checking on his DIY bottle garden when he heard the sound of something smashing—probably some drunk idiot stumbling around.

Yoongi had taken over the DJ booth tonight, testing out new instrumentals he’d been working on. The alternative beats vibrated off the walls, setting the mood for the night.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was slouched on his usual couch, a girl beside him rambling on about his tattoos. "Yeah, did that one myself. Yep, that one too. And yeah, fuck, that one as well."

He wonders what you'd look like with a pretty little tattoo. Wonders if you'd ever let him ink you. Maybe he'd tattoo your ass—or close to your tits, just to get another look at them.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, adjusting himself at the thought of your body. It doesn't help that you're sitting across from him, your cleavage on full display, your shirt falling loose around your chest as you lean forward to grab a shot from the coffee table.

Fucking tits. The one weakness of Jeon Jungkook. He stands up, mutters an excuse, and heads upstairs. He needs to fucking cool down or fuck his hand.

It’s a surprise to both you and Jungkook when you let yourself into his room without knocking. Etiquette had never been something either of you had bothered with when it came to each other.

Jungkook is sitting at the edge of his bed, hand pressed against his sweats that holds his hardening cock.

“Fuck—Ain’t ever heard of knocking?” His ears flush red as he stands up, clearly flustered.

“Didn’t knock when I was trying to pee last night. What goes around, comes around, Jungkook.” You step into his room, closing the door behind you, your eyes darting around the space.

A double bed against the wall, a small gaming setup, and street signs—definitely stolen—decorating the walls. A little diffuser by his bed fills the air with hints of chamomile, casting a soft blue hue across the room. Surprisingly clean.

“Such a boy,” you murmur, toying with one of the figurines on his dresser.

"Can you fuck off?" Jungkook mutters, walking over to you and snatching the toy (which he would happily argue isn't a toy) from your hands, placing it back in its rightful spot.

"So you can touch yourself?" You taunt, voice low and teasing. You're not stupid-you saw him sitting on his bed with his hand over his crotch. And you definitely saw him eye-fucking your tits.

"Fuck off, D.D. I ain't having a wank. Just needed some air that hasn’t been poisoned by you."

You hum softly in response, already used to Jungkook’s little lies. It’s become a pattern you picked up on the second time you met him. When you gave him a cigarette, he claimed he hated it, but his lies are always followed by that small twitch of his nose and the way his eyes dart to something beside or behind you—never meeting yours.

He watches as you step closer, your fingers brushing lightly over his desk, touching his things. His tongue flicks out, wetting his bottom lip, his gaze never leaving you now. He can smell you, feel the heat radiating off your skin, and notices the glitter on your cheekbone, catching the soft glow of the diffuser’s light.

“Is that what you were doing? Going to get off?” Your voice is soft, almost a whisper, as your fingers play with another figurine on his desk.

“Would you have preferred me to do it downstairs on the couch?” His tone mirrors yours, low and steady, his eyes scanning you like he’s memorising every detail. He notices how the gold jewelry you used to wear has been replaced with silver, how the pink tint of your lips has deepened into something more muted.

You look up at him, your finger catching the chain around his neck, gently pulling it out from beneath the neck of his shirt, fingers absently fiddling with it before letting it settle in place.

“I would’ve watched.”

Fuckin' hell.

Your hand slowly travels down his chest, making its way to his stomach. Considering the amount of alcohol he consumes, he probably should have a little beer belly, but it's toned. Firm. Just like his cock when your hand softly presses against his bulge over his sweatpants

Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, his hand coming to meet yours and directs it inside his pants.

Your fingers wrap around his cock, slowly pumping his hardening cock. His head falls back slightly, lets out a low groan.

"Fuck- Keep goin', keep fuckin' going."

You pump him as you guide him back to the edge of the bed, lower yourself to your knees as he sits after ridding himself of his pants.

You lick your lips as Jungkook's cock presses against his stomach in front of you, your thumb softly glides over the tip and collects the small leak and use it to lubricate his cock.

You continue pumping, leaning up on your knees and mimic Jungkook's actions on you last night back onto him. You let a drop of spit leave your mouth and fall onto the head of his cock.

You spread the spit, keeping your eyes on Jungkook who's looking down at you in between his legs.

You lean your head down, take his cock into your mouth and begin to bob your head up and down, you take his length down your throat, gagging a little as you reach the base.

Jungkook can feel the muscles in your throat tense, tightening around him. He looks down at you and when he sees your glassy eyes flicker up to meet his, he thinks he could cum right here, right now.

"Fuck D.D. Ah-Shit" His thighs flex as your head gains pace, the feeling of your own little moans vibrating against his cock and lewd sounds of your wet mouth make his leg twitch slightly.

He wraps his hand around your throat softly, feels your muscles contorting each time his cock slides down it, he inches your head to look up at him.

"Tits. Let me fuck them? Fuck- Need to fuck them D.D." His voice so whiney, practically begging for it.

You slide this cock slowly out of your mouth, using your tongue to swirl around the tip a few times and Jungkook is sure the way you work your tongue you must use it to collect people's souls.

Your hands pull off your shirt, revealing a black lace bra that holds your tits in. He watches as your hands reach around your back and unclasp your bra and let it fall down your arms and throw it to the side.

"On your knees, on the bed." He whispers, his eyes not leaving your bare chest.

As you position yourself onto the edge of his bed, Jungkook can't help himself but to grab your tits himself. Squeezes them, pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers. Let's out a soft moan when you whine at the feeling.

He presses his cock against the middle of your chest, bites his lips as he watches you push your tits together to hold his cock. Lets out a spew of curses as he watches you let a drop of spit fall onto his cock.

He begins to thrust up into your tits, finding the right rhythm. His mouth is ajar as he watches his cock disappear into the flesh of your chest and peek out.

You think that the sight before you, Jungkook mouth open, letting his moans and curses fall from his pretty lips as he fucks into your chest should be illegal. Convinced you could cum from it.

His thrust become faster, looks at you and sticks two fingers into your mouth, desperate for more of you. Your tongue swirls around his digits, letting them out with a small pop only to take them back into your mouth.

"Fuck, Ah- Fuck, cumming." His head falls back, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as his cock releases spurts of cum onto your chest.

His cock twitches between your tits as his release comes to an end, his chest panting. He lifts his head back up and looks at you. Fuckin' sin.

On your knees, your tits pushed around his cock painted in his seed, your lips still wrapped around his thick fingers.

"Don't move, got wipes in here somewhere." He slowly slides his cock out from your tits, his fingers too, smirks as he takes a second look at the mess he's made.

He pulls his pants back on and rummages through his bedside drawer, returns back in front of you. Tilts his head as if he's debating something internally.

He leans down onto one knee in front of you, holds his hands over yours that are holding your tits, leans inand takes your sensitive nipple into his mouth. Swirls his tongue and sucks. His tongue flattens against yours nipple and works his way upwards to coat his tongue in his own hot cum. Is quick back to his feet, his index finger lifts your head from under your chin and when you open your mouth, he presses his lips to yours.

Swirls his cum coated tongue around yours, moans exchanged into one another's mouths. His lips working against yours in a desperate kiss. Both of you letting small sounds exchange, breaths getting heavier. He pulls his head back and begins to use the wet wipe over your chest. Is gentle in the way he uses them against your skin, makes sure to not miss a spot, doesn’t let you clean yourself, is happy to do the work.

He makes his way to throw them into the small trashcan by his door, is slightly bummed when he turns back to see you with your shirt back on.

"Not gonna let me return the favor, D.D.?"

Jungkook steps toward you, his hand reaching out to pull at your shirt, his touch eager, but you shake your head, denying him.

"Goodnight, Jungkook," you say, your voice steady. "Thanks for cumming on my tits. Was very fun." A playful smile tugs at your lips, and you gently push a piece of his hair behind his ear, your fingers grazing his skin in a tender, almost mocking gesture.

You turn to leave, your footsteps soft as you make your exit.

Jungkook stands frozen, stunned. He's never been rejected like this before. Never had his desires unmet, never came without the satisfaction of giving the same in return. It's disorienting, this feeling of being left wanting, powerless.

But you didn't come up here for him. You didn't come to get off. You came to remind yourself of something, to prove a point:

Jungkook was not in control. You were.

You always have been. Since the moment you stepped into the House of Balloons.

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♬ hewo welcum to my bio. decided i wanted to do this cause the desc isn't the best place to be writing paragraphs

am an isfp and single asf [god help me]

☾i speak english, russian (though i'm a bit rusty @ it these days), some spanish, some french, and some japanese (duo's helping me learn the last 2)☽

i really like talking to ppl online cause you're all cool asf 《unless ur not...》 especially on here so if you've got anything you wanna share or ask me (i adore answering questions), hmu in the ask thingy !! ☺

u can make requests here or on any other platform and eventually i'll come around to posting an answer w drawing or w/out (depending on whether it's a request, question or other) :3

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⟹ fandoms n stuff that i'm in (that i recall at the moment) include:

✮bsd (bungo stray dogs)

✮skz (stray kids)

✮gorillaz

✮noahfinnce

✮black butler

✮helluva boss/hazbin hotel (i do not support the creator at all she fucking sucks i just like her works)

✮ranfren

✮okegom

✮tgcf (heaven's offical blessing)

✮jinx (the BL)

✮hxh (hunter x hunter)

✭tbhk (toilet-bound hanako-kun)

✭arcane

✭vocaloid and all the other loids that there are idk

✭bee and puppycat

✭night by the sea (also BL)

i'm just gonna stop the list there cause i don't want to bore ppl

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M0R3 4bt M3

♤so, he/him pronouns, i'm omnisexual (i like everyone but have a preference for guys)

h-heh...trans mask...

i participate in theatre, band, choir, art, ...i'm just that cool ♫

(bro has less self-esteem than a walnut)

i'm running out of ideas on what to write but i'll just say i have accounts in places like A03 (though i haven't written things there i might), instagram, twitter, c.ai, discord and... my brain can't think of anything else, but if ur on a website, i've probably been there b4 and might've made an account ☃

i'm a pretty big shipper 'n if you just want to yap abt stuff w me we totally can ☆☆☆

make sure to drink water and go outside and touch grass or ass, whichever u prefer <3

if you wanna be moots, just ask (i'll prolly say yes)

links to accounts:

c.ai: https://character.ai/profile/k0nn3r_th3_dud3

twitter: https://x.com/konner_the_dude (it's freaky, just tw)

insta: https://www.instagram.com/k0nn3r_th3_dud3/

a03: https://archiveofourown.org/users/k0nn3r_th3_dud3

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¡¡¡1MP0Rt4Nt!!!

please keep in mind that i usually check tumblr every few days, so if i don't respond immediately to something it doesn't mean i ignored it (or i might not answer it because i don't want to)

i also will not accept every single person's request that contacts me on disc unless i know you well enough on here or another social platform. or irl

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might update this, but i'm done yapping 4 now cya later freaks (o3o)

[children-of-the-star]

'again, again, do it again.'

TRIGGER WARNING; death, suicide, insanity, murder, general unhealthiness.

╔════════════════.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.════════════════╗ Cyrus Marin

221+

Mondstadt Cryo vision holder with the title of Cecelia knight, and head healer.

He/They/It

Unlabeled, MtF

Songs; Again & Again - The Bird and the Bee. November - Sparkbird ╚════════════════.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.════════════════╝

new picture soon..

╔════════════════.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.════════════════╗ Story;

Cyrus born in Mondstadt, was raised well by his mother, a devote worshipper of Barbados, his father, a knight, was busy in an abyssal war. Cyrus cared for his people, and unlike his mother, never cared much for the archons approval. Until his mother starts having visions, of those of Cyrus with Barbados, these visions are rentlentless and don't stop, while Cyrus and his mother believes them to be true, the town believes she's gone insane, due to this, she passes away. His father dies in the war of heartbreak.

After losing his parents, he is crushed, Cyrus finds out he is also a trans man, and starts to to follow that journey, doubting his masculinity, and wanting to help his people. He joins the knights, at first to fight, but he ends up as medic due to the lack of one, by this time he is firm in his masculinity, and is okay with this, realizing that he should not assign his job to his gender.

During a battle of the abyssal war, he looses his whole friend group, along with a person he loved, this causes him to start to loose himself, because if nobody cares for him, who is he? Though he continues fighting and healing for the people of Mondstadt, he finds himself stuck in a fire created by pyro abyss mage, burning his left side significantly, but as he starts to succumb to the flames, a flash of light appears in front of him. a Cryo vision. his own Cryo vision, yet another thing. Barbados himself, with an offering.

edited dec 11- Barbados offers him a deal due to seeing Cyrus' leadership skills, medical talent, unnatural connection to the wind and the people of Mondstadt. Barbados asks Cyrus to become the Cecelia knight, so Barbados can always help through Cyrus-if not from his own position as Venti, As well as having a friend, and a 'sign' from Barbados, so the people never worry for their god. If Cyrus promises to take care of Mondstadt forever, he will tie their lifelines, making Cyrus immortal. Cyrus takes another Oath to always help Mondstadt and heal its people-something he had always wanted to do, protect Mondstadt, so he gladly accepts.

After accepting, his body changes, gaining anemo tattoos, and streaks in his hair.

The day he accepted will always be his greatest regret, immortally is not as good as it seemed, he lives everyday the same, and after dying, he just wakes up, when Barbados chooses to try another act of being 'human', Cyrus must help him cover up.

Cyrus lives in a relentless cycle of death, everyone around him dies except for Barbados, so he spends time with him as Venti, he isn't mad at him anymore, it was his choice, a stupid choice he made at 21.

Cyrus also tries to play the part of a normal knight before they are found out, it feels comfortable to be 'normal'.

Most of the time, you'll find Cyrus at the knights in his office or on a mission, he is full of snark and sass, but it is just a defense mecaism, he doesn't wish to make more friends just to see them die.

He does his job well, at least!

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╔════════════════.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.════════════════╗ Notes

Cyrus will speak in blue, with the sign off of -🪽

Cyrus and Kaeya dislike each other, Kaeya knew about his immortality before he wanted him to.

Cyrus is friends with @/nautilus-null's oc named Hyacinth Vesper, @/askthe-totallyhealthy-bartender.

He welds a bow as his favorite weapon, but he knows how to use all.

He is half-deaf due to the fire, so he uses anemo (from his blessing of Barbados) to assist his arrows when needed.

Nobody knows where he lives. he just does.

His tag is #a medics chatter ❄️ for normal Cyrus, before telling people about immortality. and #a re-playing bards tune🪽 when talking after telling people.

He did have his own blog @shouldvediedawhileago, but I want one big blog now.

Ship ; n/a

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More to be added. feel free to ask questions!

[lctibule]

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 adopted family w si-u + mimi (+wingached kiha)

what relationship(s) do you want/see between our muses?ㅤㅤ☾ㅤㅤaccepting!

ㅤomg please i am handing you the adoption papers this very moment!!!! please take him, he deserves so badly to be brought into a family and to be taken care of... i think they'd all be so cute and happy together... i cannot express how desperately i've wanted an actual adopted family situation for si-u ok, like almost from the start, and it'd do so much for him and for his growth as a character. we should absolutely plot this more bc i'm so fucking HERE for it, i am shaking both you and bee by the shoulders rn!!!!!

[sokkadora]

tattooed heart; an ellie williams x reader story.

chapter 1: prologue.

masterlist here.

part summary: joel and amelia are stuck feeling reminiscent on the past year, while ellie and yours relationship begins to flourish a bit more.

trigger warning: mentions of rape, blood, and getting shot. read at your own risk!

a/n: holy shit this has been in my drafts for like two months sorry l gee bee tee community 🥺🙏🏻

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              "we don't know what happened." joel mutters, handing amelia a rag to wipe off the fretboard of the guitar she has. "i was supposed to take them to the fireflies and walk away."

"i was supposed to take her to the fireflies and come to jackson." amelia reveals, scrubbing the fretboard harder to ignore her nerves.

"but, you travel halfway across the country with someone..." joel continues, looking up and spacing out for a moment before returning to cleaning the guitar. "they needed their immunity to mean somethin'."

"maybe we were starting to but into that whole... 'cure business.'" amelia chuckles, shaking her head softly. "maybe we just wanted to do right by those girls." amelia thinks for a moment, continuing to clean the fretboard. "and then we made it. we found the fireflies."

"and because y/n and ellie, they were actually gonna make a cure." joel says in disbelief, staring at the ground. "the only catch," joel scoffs, looking up at his brother. "it would kill 'em."

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joel and amelia burst into the operating room, their eyes widening seeing the girls on the tables in hospital gowns.

"sweet, jesus," joel mutters, glaring at the head surgeon.

the surgeon holds his hands up, quickly running back a short distance to the small table to grab a scalpel, "what are you doing in here?" he asks panicked, pointing the scalpel at joel and amelia. "i won't let you take them. this is our future, think of all the lives we could save." joel glares at him, his fists clenching. while amelia's face softens with sympathy, glancing up at joel.

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tommy lets out a shaky breath, "jesus christ, you guys." he mutters, mouth agape while looking at his brother and sister-in-law. "what did you do?"

amelia and joel share a guilty glance, looking up at tommy, hesitating, "we saved 'em." joel tells his little brother.

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y/n stirs awake, glancing around quickly, "where am i? amelia? joel?" she calls out, feeling a hand grip her shoulder as she removes her hands from her eyes. it's joel.

"put this on, we've gotta go baby girl." he rushes the words out, handing you amelia's sweater to put on. he rushes to the other table grabbing ellie and disconnecting the wires attached to her. "c'mon, babygirl. i've gotcha."

there's banging on the door they barricaded, making everyone look in that direction, "joel, we've gotta go. now." amelia instructs, opening the door in the corner of the room as joel has y/n hang onto his arm and run with him to the elevator.

the four of you barely make it into the elevator before getting caught, "what the fuck?" y/n exclaims at the two adults, "what's happening?" joel and amelia share a glance before amelia turns to you.

"we'll tell you later—" y/n scoffs aggressively, crossing your arms and glaring at joel and amelia.

"no." y/n tell them seriously, making their eyes widen in shock. "you don't get to keep everything from me. or ellie. what the fuck happened back there, you guys?" y/n exclaims, before the elevator opens and amelia drags you out. only to met face to face at gunpoint with marlene.

y/n, joel, and amelia are at a standstill as marlene begins to bargain, "you can't save them. even if you get out of here, then what? how long before they're torn to pieces by a pack of clickers?" marlene barks, making y/n flinch and grasp amelia's jacket that's on her body. "that is if they haven't been raped and murdered first?"

"that ain't for you to decide," joel growls, slowly taking out his handgun. y/n looks at it, shaking her head softly.

"it's what these two would want. and you know it." marlene begins to walk towards y/n, putting her hands up and pointing her gun towards the sky with her finger off the trigger. "y/n knows that. you can still do the right thing here. they won't feel anything."

y/n stares at marlene in complete and utter confusion, while joel and amelia begin to think about marlene's words. making y/n look between them, feeling terrified.

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"what the hell am i wearing?" ellie groans, waking up.

"just take it easy, drugs are still wearing off." amelia advises, smiling at her and the body next to her.

"what happened?" ellie asks, realizing that y/n is laying on her chest, making her smile softly. ellie tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking back at joel and amelia.

"we found the fireflies." ellie perks up, paying attention more. "turns out, there's a whole lot more like you two. people that are immune. it's dozens actually."

"ain't done a damn bit of good neither." amelia says, swallowing thickly, "they've actually st- they've stopped looking for a cure." ellie's face drops, looking down at you. "i'm taking us home." ellie rolls on her side, taking you off her chest and turning to face y/n, no longer facing the two adults. "we're so sorry."

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joel lets out a breath, having just shot marlene in the abdomen with a hidden pistol. marlene collapses, grunting in pain. joel heads to an SUV, placing ellie in the back seat as amelia pushes you in. he shuts the door, amelia and him stalking back to marlene, who is bleeding out on the ground. they stop just in front of her, as she raises her arm.

"wait! let me go. please." marlene begs, looking at the two adults with pleading eyes. amelia glances at joel, trying to find any trace of hesitation... but there's none.

"you'd just come after them." joel raises the gun, shooting marlene point-blank in the head. the shot rings out, making y/n flinch and lay down next to ellie, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

she places a hand on ellie’s cheek, kissing her forehead. "we're gonna be okay."

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joel and amelia simultaneously blow off the dust on the guitar as tommy shakes his head in disbelief, "goddamn. that's— that's a lot." he chuckles nervously, fiddling with his fingers. "what do y/n and ellie know?"

joel looks at his brother, "we told 'em they just ran some tests. we told them... their immunity meant nothin'" joel reveals to his brother, remembering the look on the girls' faces when they told them that.

"and they believed you? even y/n after what she saw?" tommy asks, looking between the older couple.

amelia shakes her head, remembering the looks on the girls' faces after they swore they were telling the truth, "didn't say otherwise."

the three sit in silence for a moment, processing everything and cleaning the guitars as a surprise for the girls.

tommy sighs, picking up his gun and walking to the garage, "we should head back." joel and amelia look up at him before shares a reassuring glance.

picking the garage door up, they saddle up and head back to jackson on a peaceful ride. they reach the gates, their horses trotting in.

tommy volunteered to take the couple's horses, stopping them before they head home, "about what you told me back there... can't say i would've done any different." tommy tells them, referring to when joel wanted tommy to take the girls off their hands. "i'll take it to the grave, if i have to." he nods softly at the two.

amelia bites her lip, patting tommy's shoulder, "i'll see you around, tommy." she smiles sadly at him, gesturing for joel to follow her home.

"see you soon, baby brother," joel mutters, patting tommy's shoulder lightly and joining amelia.

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you and ellie sit in your shared little home behind joel and amelia's house, it's a shed but you two don't like to call it that. you sit on the top bunk, reading. as ellie sits at the desk, sketching whatever comes to mind with her walkman in, listening to music.

a knock on the door breaks your focus from the book, hopping down and walking to the door. opening it to see joel and amelia, grinning down at you.

joel looks over to see ellie drawing, and quiets you and amelia, sneaking over to her. you and amelia glance at each other awkwardly, following joel towards ellie. joel bonks ellie's chair, making her jump and making you try and hold back a laugh.

"jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack." ellie chuckles softly yet nervously, pausing the music and closing her journal as she stands up and leans against the desk. you move through the two adults, sitting on the counter next to the desk and ellie.

"hey." you and ellie say awkwardly, glancing at the two adults sheepishly. they stand in front of you two, looking visibly uncomfortable.

"hey," they respond back, just as sheepish.

"what's up, joel? amelia?" you ask them, crossing your ankles and looking between them.

"just checkin' in." joel responds, starting to pace slowly. "folks are... y' know talking about how impressed they are with the two of you and how well y'all are helping out." he checks out ellie's lava lamp, making her cross her arms.

"that's good." ellie nods, glancing up at you then back at joel.

the two adults nod at you two, "tommy, millie, and i went out ridin' the other day and uh," joel glances at amelia, who nods reassuringly. "he told us a joke and i thought about you two, it's, um..." he bites his lip, scratching his temple. "it's was something about a clock... how do you—"

you and ellie glance at each other, "guys... it's, uh, it's pretty late, and we've gotta get up in a few hours—" you say awkwardly, making joel and amelia panic a bit.

"yeah, yeah, we know, we know," amelia sighs heavily, looking between you and ellie. "and joel and i will get outta your hair, i just, um..." she points towards the door, making joel nod and head toward it too. "we— we wanna show ya' somethin.' just give us one second."

you and ellie look at each other before looking back at joel and amelia, who've walked in with two guitars, "what's this?" ellie asks, looking at joel and amelia.

amelia and joel share a small grin, "some folks call this thing here a gee-tar." joel jokes around, dusting off the body of the guitar slightly.

you shake your head softly, "funny." joel and amelia’s gaze lingers on you and ellie for a moment.

joel and amelia glance between you two, "you two, uh, you wanna hear something?"

you and ellie look at them to see if they're serious before nodding, as ellie sits down in her chair and joel and amelia sit on the coffee table in front of you two.

"promise us, that you won't laugh." amelia smirks softly at you two, her and joel setting the guitars on their laps, getting ready to play.

"we won't laugh." you told the older man and woman, taking a seat on the desk behind ellie.

joel and amelia give you two a look of suspicion, raising their eyebrows. "we won't." ellie reassures them.

"we're trustin' you." amelia tells you two, nodding at joel and beginning to play.

you and ellie look at each other anxiously, looking back at joel and amelia, "if i ever were to lose you, i'd surely lose myself." joel starts, closing his eyes. "everything i have found here, i've not found by myself."

"try and sometimes you'll succeed, to make this man of me." amelia takes over, strumming along with joel. "all my stolen missing' parts, i've no need for anymore."

the couple looks at each other before singing together, "cause i believe, and i believe, cause i can see, our future days. the days of you and me."

the two finish, bashfully looking up at you two, "well, there you go." joel sighs, resting an arm on the body of the guitar.

you and ellie smile softly at them, "well, that didn't suck." you chuckle, making everyone laugh softly.

"we'll take what we can get." amelia smiles, smoothing the guitar before the two of them stand up, handing them to you. "she's yours." the two say i. sync, making you and ellie look at them in confusion.

"no. no, no, no, no." ellie laughs sheepishly, the two of you awkwardly grabbing the guitar once they hand it to you, resting on your lap. "i don't know the first thing about this."

"neither do i." you chuckle softly, looking between joel and amelia. watching as amelia wraps an arm around joel's waist, pulling him into a side hug.

"we promised that we'd teach you how to play." joel smiles, finally (and softly), forcing the guitar into ellie's arms.

you and ellie look at the two, remembering that they said they would, "you did." the two of you mumble, glancing down at the instrument.

joel and amelia nod, glancing at you two, "so whaddya say, tomorrow night, first lesson?" joel asks contently.

you and ellie look at each other, smiling and then back at the couple, "deal." you two say.

the couple contains their smiles, nodding and slowly retreating from your guys shed, "wait!" ellie calls out to them as they reach the door. "did... did you remember the joke?" joel leans against the door frame, having amelia chuckle behind him.

"um, oh," joel grins, looking at you and ellie. "what is the downside to eating a clock?" you and ellie think for a moment before shrugging. "it's time-consuming."

you and ellie shake your heads laughing, "that's so dumb." you laugh, looking at the two adults.

amelia and joel laugh with you two for a moment, "yeah, goodnight kiddos." joel and amelia smile at the two of you, before closing the door and heading back into their house

[guksvault]

HOUSE OF BALLOONS | JJK

08- XO/THE HOST

synopsis: fleeing the pressure and pretense of your elite life, you stumble into the seductive chaos of the House of Balloons. there, Jungkook waits— ready to make you question everything you thought you knew

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: mentions of alcohol & drugs, another HOB party, smut, fingering (f.), reader rides jks fingers oops, jk touches himself, praise if u squint, cops are back, readers parents are!! unhappy!! reader drug mule pt 2, joons bottle garden mention!

!minorsdni!

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The sunlight filtered through the curtains, landing squarely on Jungkook’s face and forcing his eyes open. He groaned, dragging a hand across his face before squinting at the phone still clutched in his hand. The screen lit up, and his stomach sank. Six hours.

He didn’t really remember what he’d said. His memory was patchy, a mix of loud music, too many shots, and your voice cutting through it all. He’d probably rambled, maybe said too much, but you stayed on the line anyway. That was the thing about you. You always stayed longer than you should.

His thumb immediately presses the call button, and he throws his phone to the side with a groan. Slowly, he rolls out of bed, pulling on a hoodie and forcing his feet to move toward the stairs. The smell of coffee hits him—he needs pain relief for his thumping head.

“You look like pure shit,” Joon muses from the kitchen, pushing a cup of coffee toward Jungkook.

“Fuckin’ feel like it, too.” Jungkook takes the cup, offering Joon a quiet thank you as he leans against the counter.

Yoongi enters the kitchen just as Joon leaves, muttering something about repotting one of his bottles that someone (definitely not Jungkook) knocked over last night.

“Fuck, you look like ass.” Yoongi laughs, ruffling Jungkook’s hair before pouring his own coffee.

Yoongi had developed quite the soft spot for Jungkook over the years. If you asked him, he’d probably tell you that Jeon Jungkook was larger than life, that the people he chose to surround himself with were lucky, and that, despite being an asshole most of the time, Jungkook was one of the most important people he’d ever meet.

Yoongi saw Jungkook for who he really was—underneath all the bullshit, the walls, the rules he built to protect his heart. At the end of it all, he was just a kid—a kid who needed love more than anything.

But Yoongi also knew the mask Jungkook wore: cold, heartless, unlovable. He knew it was all a defense—a way for Jungkook to shield himself from the world. And Yoongi knew that, because he’d seen the cracks in that facade: he’d heard Jungkook crying, soft and raw, on the anniversary of his mother’s death, or when he’d gotten too drunk and spilled his fears into the night, to the moon.

“How’s Bee? She comin’ tonight?” Yoongi mused from the other side of the kitchen, all a little too nonchalantly.

Jungkook froze for a second, caught off guard, “Huh?”

“Bee? Is she coming tonight?”

“Why would I fuckin’ know?” Jungkook’s eyes avoided Yoongi’s, felt a little nervous. Thinks maybe Yoongi doesn’t approve of Jungkook sleeping with his best friend.

Yoongi looks at Jungkook, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “Why wouldn’t you?”

Jungkook stands there awkwardly, glancing back at Yoongi like he’s grown three heads. “I mean—Huh?”

Yoongi shrugs, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Kook, chill. Unfortunately for me, your bedroom’s next to mine.” He pretends to shiver, making a dramatic gagging noise. “Don’t have to sneak her in and out, man.”

Yoongi taps Jungkook’s shoulder, offering him a brief smile as he turns to leave the kitchen. No words needed—his actions say it all. The pat, the smile, the quiet understanding. Be smart. Play nice. Have fun. I love you both.

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It feels like an eternity until Jungkook finally spots you later that night at the House of Balloons.

You’re wearing a black mini dress that hugs your body just right, a leather jacket tossed over your arm, and platform boots with stockings—ones Jungkook has already decided he’ll be ripping off later.

You’re standing with Valerie, both of you throwing back shots and catching up. Valerie’s talking about her latest boytoy, while you fill her in on everything… except Jungkook.

There’s no real defense for not telling Valerie about Jungkook, but somehow, he’s become a subject that’s treaded lightly between the two of you. Every time you bring him up, Valerie changes the topic or seizes the chance to mock him, calling him a himbo or dickfaced twat.

Your eyes meet his across the room. He’s lounging in his usual spot, legs spread, hair falling messily over his face, and when his gaze locks with yours, you see him absentmindedly toy with his lip ring. He cocks his head toward the stairs, a silent invitation.

You glance at Valerie, her tongue tangled with some stranger’s, giving you an easy out. You slam the rest of your drink back, then make your way upstairs, into the familiar walls of Jungkook’s bedroom.

He follows behind, locking the door and immediately turning his focus on you. Sat so prettily on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with the rubix cube you had snaked off his desk.

He steps closer, standing right in front of you. “Hey, D.D.”

You glance up, watching him stand between your legs, his fingers brushing through the ends of your freshly chopped hair. “New look, huh?”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, your fingers running through your hair. “I was drunk. And it’s practically therapy—crisis? Destroy your hair.”

Jungkook’s fingers pause, a slight frown crossing his face. “Crisis?” He squats down between your legs, his hands landing on your waist. “Husband didn’t do anything to you, right?”

You let out a small laugh, your hands brushing over his wrists, gently pushing them toward your thighs. “No. And stop calling him that.” You raise an eyebrow, your tone shifting slightly. “Not important. Just hair. Is that what you got me in here for, or?”

Jungkook’s eyes drop to your hands as you guide his between your thighs, his fingertips grazing just under the hem of your dress. They dig softly into your skin, and he opens his mouth to speak—but the words die on his tongue the moment he notices your legs inching apart.

When it hits him that underwear had been decided to be forgotten tonight, he curses under his breath, his teeth sinking into his lower lip to hold in the groan that wants to escape his throat.

“What the fuck, D.D.,” he mutters, his voice rough, hands sliding to push your thighs further apart. “You’re fuckin’ asking for trouble.”

His fingers hook around the hem of your dress, inching it higher over your hips, his breath catching as he takes in the sight of you.

He’s still kneeling between your legs, tongue wetting his lower lip again, breaths growing heavier as he stares at your cunt like he’s a kid in a candy store. Thinks he’s going insane, thinks you’re insane.

Your breaths fall into rhythm with his, and he hasn’t even touched you yet, but you’re already unravelling. The way he’s looking at you—eyes half-lidded, plump lips glossy from his tongue that keeps darting out to wet his lower lip, that half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth—he looks at you with hunger, with pure desperation.

You press your palms into the mattress behind you, leaning back slightly as your hips roll forward, silently begging for any kind of friction. “Touch me?”

Jungkook’s eyes flicker up to meet yours, a soft, hushed curse escaping his lips before he drags his gaze back down to your core. He inches closer, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you watch him trail kisses down the soft skin of your thigh, inching closer to your centre. He pauses, pulling his head back just enough to let two fingers run slowly down your folds. “So fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs.

The tips of his two fingers tease at your entrance, gliding up and down softly as he coats them in your slick. “Fuck—Kook, please?” you whimper, the ache in your core almost unbearable. You need him to push his fingers in, to work them just the way you like.

Your hips grind upwards, pleading. “So desperate, D.D.,” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips. Then his fingers sink into you, all the way to the knuckle, without hesitation. You ask, you receive. Who is he to deny when you ask so nicely?

Your head falls back, and the string of curses and moans spilling from your lips is quickly becoming Jungkook’s favourite song. He should record it—maybe get Hoseok or Yoongi to sample it for one of their mixes. They’d be signed in no time, he’s sure of it.

Your hips roll against Jungkook’s fingers, desperate and needy, and it has him nearly drooling, watching you work yourself over his hand.

“Yeah, fuck yourself,” he mutters, eyes locking with yours. He gives you a small nod, “Can you do that for me, D.D?”

For a moment, your hips falter, a hint of shyness creeping in. But when Jungkook looks at you like that, like he always does, it’s impossible to resist. Slowly, your hips begin to roll again.

He watches as your hips grind against his fingers, eyes locked on his, lips parted with soft breaths leaving your mouth each time you sink down.

“So good, look at you. Doing so well.” His thumb presses against your clit, making it roll each time your hips grind down on his fingers.

Jungkook’s free hand has been pressing against his hardened cock ever since he saw your lack of underwear, and watching you fuck yourself on his fingers only has him dipping his hand into his pants to touch himself.

His hand pumps his cock, his own groans blending with yours. He watches your hips quicken as his fingers curl, pressing deeper into that sweet spot inside you. He can feel you getting closer, the way your walls tighten around him—he sees the furrow in your brows and hears the desperate whines of his name spilling from your lips.

“Ah–I’m gonna cum, fuck!” Your hips move faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

“That’s it, D.D.” Jungkook’s voice is strained, his hand pumping faster around his cock, the sound of his breaths mixed with yours. “You’re doing so well, so pretty, baby.”

The words slip out before he can stop them, and for a moment, his chest tightens. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. The frustration is instant, the thought of how stupid it sounds flickering in his mind. But there’s no time to dwell. You’re moving against his fingers, hips grinding down, and the heat between you both is undeniable.

He shifts, his thumb pressing firmer against your clit, feeling the way your body reacts, the way your walls tighten around his fingers. He can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop. The slip-up is there, hanging in the air, but he forces himself to focus on the feeling—on the way your breath catches, on the way you beg for more with your body.

His frustration turns inward, and with a sharp exhale, he focuses on pushing you closer to the edge. He wants to lose himself in the rhythm, in the way you’re coming apart on his fingers, and make himself forget the stupid words that fell out of his mouth.

Your eyes are locked on his, and he can see that you’re not mentioning it. You’ve noticed, but you’re not calling him out. Instead, you keep moving, letting the heat between you build.

It’s just one mistake. He won’t let it stop this. He won’t let it stop you.

“There, fuck—right there, Kook.” Your voice is breathless, your hips stuttering as you grind down on his fingers, desperate for more.

He’s lost in you again, will always be lost in you when you say his name like that. Like it’s a lifeline. His hand starts to pump his cock again, wanting to come undone with you.

But just as you both start to push against the edge, there’s a sudden, loud knock against Jungkook’s door. Neither of you acknowledge it at first, but when you hear Joon’s voice ring from the other side, you’re both frozen.

“Cops, man. Their fuckin’ back!”

Fuck.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s, and he’s already looking at you. His fingers are still stuffed inside you, hand still wrapped around his cock.

“Be down in a sec, gotta hide the fuckin’ bag,” Jungkook calls out, eyes locked on yours. He’s half tempted to say fuck it, let the cops knock his door down and see exactly how he’s got you right now.

Your hand comes to Jungkook’s wrist, regretfully pushing it from you and letting his fingers slide out. A whine from your lips, a groan from Jungkook’s.

You’re both on your feet now—you’re fixing your dress while he’s rummaging through his closet.

“The fuck are they doing here again?” you ask, the tension still thick in the air.

Jungkook shrugs, his voice low, “Had dramas with the street rager boys last week. They know if they snitch about drugs or some shit, they’ll be here in no time.” His grumble grows as his hands wrap around the backpack.

“I can take it again,” you offer, nodding at the bag.

Jungkook looks up at you, his brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure?”

You nod firmly, reaching out to take the bag from his hands. He offers you a small, almost grateful smile, whispering a soft “thank you.”

“Go. I’ll let you know when you can bring it back.”

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The next three days after sneaking out of the House of Balloons with Jungkook’s bag had passed in a blur. You’d thrown yourself into visiting your fellow socialite friends in Seoul, immersing yourself in their familiar world of idle luxury. Whether it was because you missed them or because you couldn’t bear the weight of your parents’ watchful presence, you didn’t care to figure out.

This morning was no different. Tuesday brunch, macarons arranged like jewels on silver trays, delicate cups of tea, and endless gossip. It almost felt as if nothing had changed at all—except for you.

The version of you they knew would have been at the centre of the chatter, laughing, throwing in sly comments, and keeping secrets. Now, you found yourself quiet.

Your parents had informed you before you left that dinner was set with the Kims and that no excuses would be tolerated. Fucking fantastic.

The click of your heels against the marble tiles echoed through the penthouse, breaking the heavy silence with every step.

“Is anyone home?” you asked, tossing a grape into your mouth as you slid onto one of the stools behind the kitchen island.

The housekeeper glanced at you briefly, pressing her lips into a thin line before gesturing towards the stairs, slightly hesitant.

Your eyes snap to your bedroom door at the top of the stairs, half ajar. “Fuck.” You nearly launch yourself off the stool and race up the steps.

Hands flat against the door, you push it open, breath hitching as the scene unfolds before you.

The closet doors are wide open, the black backpack you’d shoved to the back—hidden behind a row of designer bags—now emptied onto the floor. Pills, packets of coke, miniature bottles of alcohol.

And your mother.

She’s kneeling on the carpet, mascara smudged around her red-rimmed eyes, tears staining her cheeks. Her delicate fingers clutch a Ziploc bag of white powder, trembling as she turns to face you.

“Are you fucking serious?” Her voice cracks as she rises to her feet, hurling the bag at you. “This is why you’ve been so difficult? Because you’re a junkie?”

The bag hits your chest and drops to the floor, but you barely notice. Your eyes are wide, your words stumbling over each other. “Mum, stop! It’s not even fucking mine!”

She lets out a harsh, humorless laugh, the sound like a slap. “Not yours?” Her voice rises, shaking with fury and pain. “Your hair, the way you’ve been acting, your attitude—it all makes fucking sense!”

Her cold hands grip your shoulders, shaking you hard enough to make you stumble. Tears streak her face, her sobs uncontrolled. “Rehab. You’re going to rehab. Let’s see how long you last there!”

“Rehab?” You twist in her grip, panic flaring as your hands fly to her wrists. “Are you joking? They aren’t fucking mine!”

Your father steps into the room, his hand coming to rest on your mother’s shoulders, pulling her into his chest as she sobs uncontrollably. “You’re embarrassing us,” he mutters to you, voice low but sharp. His eyes meet yours, filled with ice. “Your mother is right. Perhaps treatment would benefit you.”

You laugh—a sharp, bitter sound that feels like it slices through the room. You shove past them, dropping to your knees as you begin cramming the spilled contents of the bag back inside, each motion rough and deliberate.

“Rehab?” you spit, shoving a plastic bag of pills into the backpack. “You think drugs are the reason I’m barely fucking here?” You stand, chest heaving, tears streaming down your face to match your mother’s. “Try living with two narcissists who want to marry me off for their own fucking benefit.”

“Enough,” your father snaps, his voice cold and final, as if that single word could stop the hurricane inside you.

“No, you want to talk about enough?” Your voice cracks. “You think that shit is normal? You think I’m the problem here? You guys have lost the fucking plot.” You hoist the bag higher onto your shoulder. “The drugs aren’t mine, but honestly? Could you blame me if they were?”

Your mother’s sobs grow louder, muffled against your father’s chest, and his face darkens with barely-contained rage.

“Out,” he says quietly, venom dripping from his voice. “Rehab, or get the fuck out of my house.”

For a moment, the room is silent except for your mother’s gasping cries. Your gaze locks on your father’s, and all you see is disapproval and disgust—the same look he’s always given you, only now a little more cruel.

“Perfect,” you mutter under your breath, your voice void of anything but exhaustion and anger. You swing the bag over your shoulder, stepping toward the door without so much as a backward glance.

As you grip the doorknob, his voice cuts through the air one last time.

“Don’t come back until you’re ready to help your family.”

You pause for a second, the weight of his words hanging in the air, but you don’t respond. You open the door, step outside, and slam it shut behind you.

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It’s not really a surprise to anyone that you’ve ended up squatting on the bricks that hold Joon’s bottle garden, a cigarette burning low between your fingers.

“Fuckin’ hell, Bee,” Yoongi mutters, exhaling his own plume of smoke into the cool night air. His eyes flick toward you, sharp but not unkind. “You know you can stay here, yeah? No questions asked.”

You manage a small smile, the kind that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Maybe for a few days,” you mumble, taking another drag from your cigarette. “They haven’t cut me off yet, so I’ll figure something out. Get a place or something.”

Jungkook is standing at the sliding door, dressed in his work uniform, completely oblivious to the shitshow that is your life. He leans against the frame, knocking his head to the side—a silent invite to join him upstairs.

You stamp the cigarette out, blowing out one last drag. “Be back in a sec.” Standing, you tap Yoongi’s knee as you pass, earning a small nod from him.

The steps up to Jungkook’s room feel strangely familiar despite the chaos in your chest. When you push the door open, he’s already seated at the edge of his bed, shirt discarded, his eyes waiting for you.

“Didn’t know you were coming over tonight,” he says casually, though the tilt of his head suggests he’s been thinking about you all day.

“Me either.” You manage a small smile, sitting beside him before flopping onto your back, staring at the ceiling.

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, mirroring your position, though he props himself up on one elbow. His pinky brushes against your lip, gently moving the stray hairs caught in your gloss. “Miss me?”

You swat his hand away, scoffing playfully. “Yeah, missed you sooo much that I let my parents find your stash and kick me out.”

Jungkook freezes, his fingers hovering midair before falling back to his side. “Wait, what?”

You hum in response, your eyes are on the ceiling but you can see Jungkook’s expression drop, “D.D, fuck? I’m sor—“

“Don’t be.” You cut him off, he isn’t at fault. ““It’s not your fault. I’ve been looking for an excuse to get out, and—well—here it is.”

Maybe there was a reason you hadn’t hidden the bag as deep in the back of your closet as you had before. Why you hadn’t bothered to fully cover it or lock your bedroom door this time. Like some part of you wanted the fallout to happen. Wanted to force yourself out of a life you’d been clinging to out of obligation.

You glance at Jungkook briefly, catching the guilt lingering in his features. “It’s my fuckin’ stash though, D.D.”

You sit up, turning to face him fully, frustration bubbling in your chest. “And? I took the bag. You didn’t force me to. I offered.” You sigh, running a hand through your hair, the weight of the past few hours hitting you all over again. “Okay?”

“Still, D.D, I shouldn’t have let you take it.”

The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his guilt, and you can’t take it anymore. His voice—always so soothing, always so soft—feels like a chain around your chest, tightening with each apology. You don’t need his remorse. You don’t need his pity. You’re not some delicate thing that needs to be handled carefully. You’re tired of being treated like a mess that needs fixing.

Before you can even stop yourself, your hand is on the back of his neck, pulling his face toward yours. His eyes widen in surprise, but there’s no time for him to say anything. You crash your lips against his, not gently, but with a force that takes him by surprise.

He freezes for a moment, but then his hands are on your waist, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens. It’s messy and urgent, your frustration pouring out in the way your mouths move against each other. There’s no apology in this kiss—just raw need, the way your bodies crave each other without the need for words.

“Don’t need your pity. Just fuck me.”

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