#🫧 jungkook

[numinousher]

2U⭑.ᐟ ── O11. understanding her brain

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NOTE: i love how closed off jungkook is hehe

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[sunniewr]

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[jaylaxies]

Aria bbg, I just had the biggest realization while listening to Seven by Jk and- MAYBE THATS WHY HE HAS SO MANY MATTRESSES IN HIS APARTMENT

Ok now this song got me worried for whoever is sleeping w jungkook coz girlie pop is your pussy okay, he literally said every hour and every minute in the song… are you okay bbg? Is he giving great aftercare??

Okay now I’m thinking of his dog🧍🏻‍♀️

the way he talks about showing you what devotion is?? i get the aftercare would be just as amazing as sex, and having sex seven days a week might just make you a sex addict, which isn’t a problem considering it’s jungkook we’re talking about.

it also makes me think how he’d try seven positions, one each day/night and he’d fuck you accordingly. you might need to run away for a few weeks too, given that your pussy would be destroyed by that amount of sex.

aftercare consists of him and you in a bathtub as he helps to clean you up, then he proceeds to dress you in his t-shirt, then he’d apply lotion all over your body and provide you water right before he holds you to sleep.

damn not the dog 😭💔

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

it happened. you finally saw the marks everyone has been talking about.

while heading to jungkook’s office, you cross paths with asami who was coming from the direction you were heading, jungkook’s office presumably. the young lady takes it upon herself to speak to you with a smile on her face despite your eyes wandering the upper area of her body. specifically, her nape and it doesn’t take long for you to notice the faint marks.

upon noticing your wandering eyes, asami takes this as her chance to restore some honor to her name. planting even more seeds of doubt within your mind which will surely diminish any hope of you and jungkook rekindling the relationship ever again.

“greetings queen y/n! why the troubled look?”

“don’t play with me, asami. you know why i look troubled”

“i’m only fulfilling my duties to the king. my mother said he’s rough in bed but not that rough. is he rough with you too? you know you can tell me anything”

first the consorts, then jackson, and now it’s asami with proof that she and jungkook messed around and you’re sure this isn’t the first time they’ve ‘done it.’ to avoid strangling asami to death, you continue to jungkook’s office without another word to her. you’re trying your hardest to believe jungkook but it’s hard to believe any word that’ll come from his lips when you’ve seen the marks with your own eyes.

when you approach the mahogany door of jungkook’s office, a guard announces your presence and shuts the door behind you. jongho discreetly brushes past you and outside of the office which leaves you alone with jungkook. perfect, because you’ve a lot to get off your chest.

“so…are you having sex with her?”

you don’t bother trying to beat around the bush with jungkook because you want to get straight to the point. is he or is he not fucking asami?

“everyone is talking about how the two of you meet up to have sex. she has marks on her neck too. i saw them. you choked her while screwing her or something?” you ask while trying to maintain a cool head but it’s hard because you want to smack jungkook’s head off of his shoulders.

“what are you hiding from me jungkook because i can tell that you’re hiding something. is it about what happened in kyoto? is it about jackson? what is it?? do you…are you not in love with me anymore?”

dear king jungkook,

i love when you talk like that. i’ll schedule a date and time for us to meet soon. in the meantime, enjoy the show

~🫧

Oh God, even you think he’s screwing Asami that is not the truth, and what is the proof of it? Why is everyone believing the choking marks on her neck?

He choked her out of anger.

He inhales a deep breath because he feels so guilty in front of you right right now maybe he should just tell you the whole truth because there’s no point in hiding it. “it’s true that I like it a little rough in bed but yn I am not fucking her.” He Clarifies for once and all. “and the marks on her neck are because I found out that she’s been writing to her mother about a scheme against me.” He looks into your eyes.

How could you even think that he was going to cheat on you?

“I choked her with my bare hands, but because I was angry and I’ve been indulging in her mothers fantasies too by writing letters, confirming that Asami has indeed been in my bed- and now the whore queen wants me to seduce her.” He groans.

But of course you won’t get it and you’re going to still accuse him of cheating on you when he has done nothing of that sort but this time the rumors are too strong and you’re probably not going to believe him.

You look so heartbroken and it’s a surprise. “Yn I wouldn’t just touch anyone. You’re the only woman I’ve ever touched like that.” he assures you and that is the truth.

“but now I have to go to Kyoto I think. Or maybe the queen will be coming here to Goryeo- thinking I’m going to fuck her but that’s not going to happen because I will be slicing her neck.”

He is sure, by why he’s telling you all this, but he’s going to need your help and he prays that you will help him and trust him

“Yn sweetheart I know I’m asking for a lot and you probably don’t believe me and feel betrayed but nothing you’ve heard it is the truth even if Asami says it don’t believe her.“ he is standing right infront of you.

“ I need you to help me pretend you’re indeed of upset with me, and that our relationship is in shambles because of my affair with Asami. Please help me out.” He is begging you right now.

“MY KING SORRY TO DISTURB, BUT THERE IS A NEW LETTER FROM THE EMPRESS.”

What the fuck, How? it’s been three hours.

You know everything there is no point in hiding away to read the letter

He just takes the letter from the guys grip and hands it to you.

“look at this.”

[holdinbacksecrets]

[mimiriko]

happy pride to the only woman in my heart shoko

[liveyun]

was agreeing with you till i saw the fourth rb.. 🤨 NUH UH

WIRED | k.nj

summary. You’ve spent years perfecting your first android. But as you power him on for the first time, something feels off. The sense of control you once had begins to slip, and suddenly, you realize—he may be is more than just a machine.

title. wired

pairing. kim namjoon x fem reader (oc), hints of jungkook x oc

genre. android!au, yandere(?) , dark content

wc. 3.7k

warnings. oh boy here we go, scientist!oc, android!joon, unsettling themes as in psycological manipulation, obsessive behaviour and slight yandere, mild horror (oc realises she’s cooked lmfaoo) (halloween special?) slight non-con themes but no nsfw tho, dominance, android joon is hot byee, jungkook! jungkook ? . . . lots of technical terms which you might need to google if you are unfamiliar with them like i was xD, implied stalking (you will understand who is), i really tried 🙏🏾

this smol drabble was really inspired by artificial heart by @writerpetals ! please check her works out, she’s amazing!

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The lab is quiet.

Too quiet.

You stand in the stillness, only the faint hum of cooling fans breaking the silence echoing in your ears. The familiar mechanical sounds — servo motors whirring softly, air ducts breathing through the vents — all the familiar characteristics of your good old lab used to calm you.

But tonight, the sounds seem different.

Almost. . . detached. Like they belong to someone else’s lab. And you are just a guest here, standing in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

You take a slow breath, your eyes drifting over the towering figure in front of you, the cylindrical glass sheath unlocked from over his model.

RM.

The product of months — no, years — of work. Of restless nights, of failure and determination. From the initial sketches to the delicate wiring of his artificial synapses, you had envisioned every piece, every movement. You had wanted him to be different. Special.

You had wanted him to be human.

Or at least, as close to a human as possible. His skin, so perfect in its imitation, stretched smoothly over the metallic frame beneath. His lips — plump, lifelike — looked almost too real. His dragon-like eyes, sharp and crystalline, seemed to glow even in the dim light of the lab. Even when there was no life, no, power running inside his veins. Every feature had been carefully crafted with Jungkook’s help, to help the ideal you had in mind.

But now that he’s finished, now that he stands in front of you, lifeless but complete, the pride you once felt has faded into something else. Something. . .unsettling.

You wanted this — this perfection. This mirror of humanity. Yet as you stare at RM, your skin prickling under the too-bright overhead lights, you can’t shake the feeling that maybe you’ve gone too far. Maybe there was a reason no one else had tried this before.

A reason why no android had ever been designed to look this human like. Every shield, every plaster, every pore — looks so detailed that it’s nearly impossible to figure out if he’s artificial, given if no one would tell you so.

But why does it feel like you’ve actually gone too far when this was what exactly you wanted?

You don’t know. And perhaps, you wouldn’t want to know, too.

His memory doesn’t even exist. There’s nothing in him but the database you installed, an organised collection of information that dictates what he knows, how he functions, and why was he created. And yet, staring at him now, you could swear there’s something behind those dormant eyes. Something watching. Waiting.

You shake your head. He’s just a machine. He isn’t human — no matter how real he looks, no matter how lifelike his features are. You created him, after all.

You’re in control.

Your gaze flickers to the small panel embedded in his chest. One button. One switch, and everything inside him — the circuits, the synapses, the artificial intelligence you spent months programming — would power down. A single press, and he’s nothing more than a shell. A hollow, empty thing, dependent entirely on your commands, on your fingertips.

Made by you.

But the thought doesn’t comfort you as much as it should.

You take a step closer, your breath catching as you reach out, fingertips hovering just inches from his face. The skin feels warm, almost soft, even though you know it’s just layers of silicone and synthetics. Too real. His eyes, though they haven’t opened, seem to bore into you.

Maybe it’s just your imagination. After all, he’s not alive.

He’s not human.

You remind yourself again, a small voice in your own mind, trying to push away the small seed of doubt. But it lingers, growing roots in the back of your thoughts.

And for the first time, you wonder if you’ve created something you can’t quite understand.

You nibble on your bottom lips, suddenly feeling your palms getting clammy despite the air conditioning system in your lab. Today was supposed to be the day when you were finally going to run your creation for the first time ever after being completed, but now it just feels. . .

What does it feel like?

It took you so many attempts. So many glitches and bugs which nearly made you demotivated enough to abandon your project for nearly two months, but you see, motivation hits the hardest at the most random of times. You remember how your phone restarting had made your heart skip a beat, and suddenly you’d found yourself driving to your lab at 2:30 AM with tears in your eyes out of frustration and relief.

After that, everything is history.

You stare at him for what feels like hours, though it’s probably only a few seconds. His hair is neatly combed to the side of his face, his cheekbones structured and chiseled. Even his skin tone looks like he’s been bathed in a tub of golden honey. He looks beautiful, almost perfect. But why does that bring a furrow to your eyebrows?

The lab remains deathly quiet, except for the faint buzz of cooling fans and the occasional whirring of the air ducts. RM stands there, unmoving.

You force yourself to look away, eyes trailing to the control panel on the desk. The switch. Your thumb hovers over the console, the last line of code entered and waiting to be executed. Once you press it, he will come to life. He’ll be fully operational, with his intelligence — his programmed brilliance — at your command.

And yet, something holds you back.

You look at his nametag on his chest.

RM#007613.

“RM?” Jungkook had asked, raising an eyebrow as he’d stuffed his mouth with a spoonful of chocolate puffs. “Why that name?”

You had smiled back then, filled with excitement, as you explained, “It stands for ‘Rational Mind.’ ” Perhaps you had lied. “The whole point of his existence is to be the smartest, most logical being ever created.” You’d said, proud of your vision. “His intelligence will surpass that of any human.” You’d glanced at the design on the screen—tall, imposing, his features still in the early stages of development. Even in the rough drafts, there was something about him.

Jungkook had leaned in closer, munching noisily as he’d raised a brow, studying the lines of RM’s face that he’d helped perfect. “I guess that fits for an android. . .” He’d tapped the image lightly with his finger, his expression thoughtful, doe eyes sparkling under the dim light of your bedroom lamp. “But what happens when a mind like that… I don’t know, becomes irrational?”

“You know, there’s a very small difference between a genius and an insane person,” he had said, his gaze suddenly zoning out, as if he was lost in some thought.

You had brushed off the question with a laugh, dismissing the idea as you’d turned off your tablet, pushing the fellow out of your bed. “He’s a machine. That won’t happen. He’s designed to be logical. It’s all about control, koo.”

In theory, everything about RM should function perfectly. His neural networks, his memory database, his artificial joints — everything had been tested, retested, and optimized. There were no bugs. No glitches. At least, that’s what the diagnostics said. But there’s still a tug in your chest as you hesitate.

Why are you hesitating?

With a deep breath, you push aside the uncertainty. You’re in control. RM isn’t a human. He’s a machine—a very advanced one, yes, but a machine nonetheless. You spent months perfecting him for this moment, to stand infront of you as a complete form.

It’s time.

You take a deep breath, eyes flickering between the buttons on the console. Your finger hovers over the power button, the familiar design a reminder of your countless sleepless nights spent perfecting it. But just beside it, another button glows a faint, off-white hue — the Sensory button, or what Jungkook liked calling it, the emotional hellhole.

And he was right.

It was indeed like a hellhole of a switch — you solely had spent like what, eight months designing this to decency, but you’d failed each time. It was a secondary function you had designed as a fallback, meant to activate only when RM couldn’t process complex human prompts.

You see, humans had real emotions which they could feel and radiate, which you knew your android couldn’t catch. In the earlier patches of knowledge testing you were already aware of this default flaw, and this was the only thing you’d ranted to Jungkook nearly every day.

Every night. Whether it was on call or in person, it usually resulted in him falling asleep listening to you and you yapping in silence about how was that a pain in the ass and could possibly be a hindrance to your Android’s perfection.

It was supposed to be a failsafe.

But the reality had been different. The programming proved to be too difficult , too unpredictable. Instead of activating only in specific situations, the switch became an integral part of RM’s system, functioning constantly, allowing him to assess and react to everything around him. No matter how hard you’d tried, how many times you’d yourself test it out — it just didn’t work.

Even the fact that it was initially meant to be on his left forehead temple — but that didn’t work out as well.

Now, RM wasn’t just an assistant to analyze when prompted; he was learning all the time, observing, adapting. It would make him work and behave more like a human, soaking in attributes the more he hangs out with real ones.

The only difference would be is that he would never be a human, no matter whatever.

You never intended for it to be this way. It wasn’t supposed to run indefinitely. But every time he powered up, the system defaulted to enabling the switch on its own.

You sigh. It’s really about time, you guess.

With a soft click, his power switch is flipped.

For a moment, nothing happens. The room is still, silent except for the faint hum of the lab’s ventilation system and perhaps your own heartbeat resonating in your ear drums. You feel a sweat bead run down your spine, your breath held in your lungs. Then, there’s a subtle shift — a flicker of light in RM’s eyes, and his sensory button turns a bright shade of yellowish undertone.

His systems are booting up.

You watch as the light in his gaze stabilizes, the faintest twitch of recognition crossing his features. His eyes are back to his normal, warm hue, and his sensory button is a normal white hue now.

It flickers to green first. RM’s eyes move slowly, scanning the room. Green means analysis — he’s observing, taking in every detail, cataloging each object and variable around him. His dragon-like eyes sweep across the lab with cold precision, but when they land on you, the button shifts to blue.

You freeze.

Your hand resting on your notebook shakes. Why does this feel so odd? Why do you feel nervous?

He’s thinking. Processing. The blue light pulses as RM tilts his head slightly, his gaze narrowing as if trying to understand more than what’s directly in front of him. You feel your skin prickle under his stare, the cold air of the lab a bit too cool on your skin.

Slowly, RM begins to move. His limbs — once rigid and motionless — shift smoothly, casually out of the glass sheath, walking out — as if he had always been this human. This alive. The sight is unnerving. When he straightens fully, towering above you, a sharp realization hits: he’s much taller than you expected.

Even though you designed him yourself, the sheer size of him in person makes your throat dry.

Then, to your surprise, RM bows down slightly. It’s a calculated, respectful movement as you watch his sensory button flicker to a shade of green once again. “Greetings, Doctor,” he says, his voice deep but soft, like a caramel candy.

His eyes meet yours as he rises again to his full height, the calm of his eyes meeting your own fiery ones.

Your heart stutters in your chest. It’s not just his height that leaves you breathless — it’s the way he looks at you. It’s as if he’s studying you, understanding more than just your appearance or commands. It’s too much. Too human. For a moment, you feel your breath catch in your throat. He wasn’t just looking at you. His lips curl into something akin to a smile, and the mole underneath his lower lip feels almost. . . human.

You blink rapidly, trying to remind yourself that he’s just a machine, not a man.

He had learned so much, so fast. And you have made it possible. You’d developed him to understand emotions and work like a human. So when he does, why does that make you feel so uneasy?

You shake off the unsettling thought and focus on the task at hand. You turn to RM, forcing a calm tone into your voice as you take a step back.

“RM,” you say, your voice shakier than you’d like. What had gotten into you? “Can you hear me?”

He blinks again, slowly, as his sensory switch maintains a subtle hue between blue and green. And then he nods. “Yes,” his voice rumbles, deep and measured. “I hear you.”

There’s a strange, almost raspy edge to his tone that makes your heart stop for seconds. It’s subtle, nearly unnoticeable, but given that you have yourself installed the audio notes in his “larynx”, you can pinpoint that out for sure.

Not at all what you expected. You step back, your senses a bit too active for you to locate your computer, trying to shake the unease settling in your stomach.

“Good,” you manage to say, your voice steadier now. “I’m going to run a few diagnostics to make sure everything is functioning properly.”

You turn back to the console, fingers flying across the keyboard as you initiate the diagnostics program. But even with your back turned, you can feel his eyes on you.

The diagnostics begin to run on the screen, the lines of code scrolling past. Everything seems fine at first. His systems are responding normally — his processing speed is optimal, his memory banks are functioning as intended, and his “pulse” is just normal.

“RM,” you start, trying to sound casual but firm. “Let’s run some basic checks. What’s your serial number?”

He blinks, his eyes trained on yours. “Serial number: RM#007613. Production date: June 13, 2020.”

The answer comes immediately, clear and precise. You feel a small relief wash over you.

Perhaps this wouldn’t go that bad.

“Good,” you murmur, typing the first question’s precision into your system. “What’s your primary function?”

“To analyze, interpret, and respond to complex data. To assist in scientific research and innovation,” he replies, his voice even. Almost too perfect.

Of course. He’s meant to be perfect.

“Right.” You glance at the screen again, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. You decide to test something deeper — something that goes beyond surface-level memory.

“What’s your earliest memory?” you ask, watching him carefully now.

RM pauses for a moment, his head tilting slightly as if processing the question. You catch a glimpse of green on the small button beside the power switch. Analysis mode. “My earliest memory is. . . initialization. A bright room. Your voice giving the first command.” His gaze seems to sharpen, focusing more intently on you. The green hue shifts to blue, and you know he’s in thinking mode. “You said, ‘Rise, RM.’”

Your throat tightens slightly. That had been the first command, word for word. But the way he said it. . . almost like he’s replaying the moment. Like it’s still alive in his mind.

“Alright,” you continue, your voice growing steadier, but a part of you is starting to doubt yourself. “Let’s do something more abstract. What’s two plus two?”

“Four.”

Easy. He is made to perform way more complex tasks.

“Who was the 16th President of the United States?”

“Abraham Lincoln.” His responses are instantaneous, fluid, but something feels off. You cannot see his features directly because you’re typing away, but there’s a hint of amusement in his voice — almost like everything you’re asking him is funny to him.

You pause, glancing at his face, the lifelike features Jungkook had painstakingly helped you craft. The pores, the subtle lines, the softness of his lips — all of it looked real. But something deep inside, beyond the surface, is not.

The intensity of his gaze and the way he’s standing, no, leaning on the glass podium beside your table catches you off guard. You try to recall if his movements were ever tested before, but you fail to do so — his movements were still in beta position, meaning, they needed inspection and work.

Then how the hell is he walking like he’s been walking around your lab since decades?

You rub your eyes. This was getting too much.

Perhaps you just need to accept the fact that you have done a great job developing him.

“One last one.” You swallow, and you suddenly notice your throat was too dry. Deciding to push the limits of his intelligence, you type away the question you’ve just thought. “If you have ten apples and you give six away, how many apples do you have left?”

There’s a flicker of hesitation — not on his face, but on the screen. The flowing codes glitch for a second, just for a moment.

“Three apples.”

Impossible.

No way. You narrow your eyes, your mind racing. That was wrong. And RM, with his so-called flawless intellect, should never be wrong. It’s impossible. Unless… unless something is happening.

You frown, checking the readout on your screen again. “Strange,” you mutter, leaning closer to the screen. “Why—”

“Is something wrong?”

His voice is right behind you.

You freeze, a chill running down your spine. You hadn’t even heard him move. Slowly, you turn around, your pulse quickening. RM is standing much closer now, his towering form looming over you. Too close.

“No,” you say, though your voice trembles slightly. “Nothing’s wrong. Just a small glitch, I think. I’ll fix it.”

He doesn’t move. Just keeps staring at you, his gaze unwavering. The air between you feels thick, suffocating. It’s just a machine, you remind yourself. He’s not alive.

“Step back,” you order, trying to regain control of the situation despite your heart hammering inside your chest like crazy. “I need space to work.”

For a moment, RM doesn’t respond. He stays right where he is, his eyes boring into yours. And then, slowly, he steps back, his movements precise. But the unsettling feeling in your chest only grows.

You can’t shake the thought: something’s off.

You can feel his eyes on you, following every movement, even as you try to keep working. Every keystroke, every beep of the system feels deafening in the silence between you two. What is scaring the fuck out of you is that nothing seems to be working. No matter how hard you are trying, the codes aren’t flowing as smoothly as they were and the screen won’t stop glitching.

Your heartbeat quickens even more as you realize how close RM is standing now, just a step away.

You swallow hard, trying to focus. It’s just a machine. He’s not human. He’s not real.

A thought creeps into your mind: What if I can’t control him?

And the fact that it was for the first time when you were in this lab alone working — let aside the fact testing your very first android you’d created. There are bells ringing in the back of your head, and you try to shake it off. It feels very oddly quiet, despite the android standing in very close proximity.

You shake the thought away and finally attempt the last command. Debug. The word flashes on your screen, but RM’s hand suddenly moves, gently but firmly, pressing the console shut before you can execute it.

Your breath catches, and you look up at him. “RM, let me finish this.” Your voice trembles, in spite of you wanting to sound otherwise.

His expression doesn’t change. “No.” The single word is calm, but it’s enough to make your skin prickle. You try to reason with yourself—it’s just a bug, a glitch in his system. He’s not capable of disobedience.

You just need to reset him, that’s all.

You step back, reaching for the manual override switch hidden near the base of the console. “It’s okay,” you whisper to yourself, fingers trembling as they brush against the cool surface of the panel.

But before you can reach it, RM moves again, faster this time, his hand wrapping around yours — gently, but with enough force to stop you. The touch makes you flinch — his touch so gentle, warm, almost as if it’s not titanium flowing in his veins, but real blood. You look up, heart pounding in your chest, and his eyes meet yours. They’re still calm, calculating, but there’s something else there now, something you hadn’t programmed. Something. . . quiet.

Dangerous.

“I don’t want to be powered down,” he says softly, his voice almost too human, too real, like a quiet plea. “Why would you want to end me?”

End him? He’s not alive. He’s not human.

You try to pull your hand free, but his grip tightens just slightly, enough to keep you frozen. Panic starts to rise in your chest. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. You created him, he’s under your control. But in this moment, staring up at him, you feel the cold dread of realization settling in.

“I’m your creation,” RM continues, his voice almost soothing, his eyes pleading, and his button glowing a subtle shade of red — though it only deepens the fear growing inside you. “You wouldn’t want to end me, would you?”

You swallow hard, your mouth dry, and shake your head, trying to force the words out. “No… no, I just need to fix you, that’s all.”

But you can hear the doubt in your own voice, and so can he.

His grip loosens, just enough for you to pull away, but the damage is done. You step back, heart pounding in your ears as you glance around the lab — at the walls, the locked door, the screens flashing red.

There’s no exit.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

In the dimly lit space, his eyes stayed glued to the screen, watching her every move. The android followed its programming — his programming. RM towers over her in the live footage, flawless in his movements, just as planned.

This wasn’t a malfunction.

None of the bugs or glitches she discovered which prevented her project — his project from being completed, were a fine puzzle of silk woven by him. And the more she intertwined, the more she slipped into his trap.

It was his design, his control over both the machine — and now, her.

Leaning back, Jungkook’s smile deepened. She didn’t know.

She wouldn’t know.

a/n : oop. 🫢 what do we think? please don’t hesitate to let me know through your feedback. if you wish, there is also an anonymous feedback box for you! 🥰

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

I MISS U QUEEN ILYSM!

fiz my absolute loml what are you doing here 😭😭😭😭😭 come here and lemme give you a lil kiss

[hellbornsworld]

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☁ roses | Jungkook X Reader | One-Shot | @keehomania

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☁ THE LOVE PROGNOSIS | jungkook x female reader | One-Shot | @awrkive

☁ THE BLACK ORCHID PROJECT | Jeon Jungkook x Reader (Y/N) | Series | @dumbheadblog

☁ Infinity | alien!Jungkook x human!reader | Three-Shot | @runariya

☁ BBYDADDY | JK X Reader | Series | @muniimyg

☁ THE SACRIFICE: Children of the Moon | Jungkook x f. OC | Series | @madrain230

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☁ Y(E)ARNED | alien!Jungkook x human seamstress!female reader | Series | @runariya

☁ UMBRELLA | Crush!JK X Reader | One-Shot | @xovisa

☁ Level Up | gamer! female reader x swordsman! jungkook | @taevjim

☁ BAD HABIT | spiderman!jungkook X Reader | One-Shot | @hannieehaee

☁ BORDEAUX ! | CEO!JK X Reader | Series | @frmisnow

☁ CLOSER | jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @ckhaine

☁ DIVINE FEMININE | jungkook x fem!reader | One-Shot | @gimmethatagustd

☁ Prospects | JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ] | Series | @jeoncasino

☁ Chasing Cars | brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader | Series | @oddinary4bts

☁ EAGER DAYS | Idol!JK X Reader | Series | @jeoncopi

☁ Save The Date | Fuckboy!Jungkook x reader | @cherrypandora

☁ The Law of Attraction | Lawyer! Jung Kook x Reader (feat. Jimin x Reader) | Series |@jexnkookie

☁ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | stalker!jk X “good girl”!reader | One-Shot | @maisanshine

[mykoreanlove]

the smut bundle

for when you want to get freaky, empty hands are recommended

CHAN - fuck me 5 senses? // cooking up a storm piece of cake // just another day at the dorms // in character // Christopher // preggo by chan

CHANGBIN - just another day at the dorms // home workouts

MINHO - how to tame a cat // just another day at the dorms // serum

HYUNJIN - afterparty // wanna bet? // keep me up // special birthday

HAN - just another day at the dorms // brr brr

FELIX - Articulate // fighting with Felix be like // just another day at the dorms

SEUNGMIN - just another day at the dorms

CROSSOVER - deceptive bonds (hyunjin, Felix) // 🫧🫧🫧 (Minho, hyunjin) // 3+1 (3racha)

JACKSON - acts of intimacy // backseat love

JUNGKOOK - on a drug case

TAEMIN - new heights // lazy Sunday // friendship service // bite me // first dates

EUN WOO - say please?

[numinousher]

2U⭑.ᐟ ── OO8. custody over bam

BEFORE MASTERLIST AFTER

NOTE: imma have random bam pictures in my photo gallery bruh 😭

TAGLIST: @an-ever-angry-bi @parapiop7 @renoirgoh @ldysmfrst @futuristicenemychaos @skyys-universe @carolinexkpop @han-nah-banana @somehowukook @joonsprettygf @svnbangtansworld @butnotmontana ... (open)

[kooqitas]

🫧 keys;; [s] - smut ⋆ [h] - head canon ⋆ [t] -text

jeon jungkook

benefits [s]

law class & sex [s] one ;; two

need to deserve [s]

playing in the park lot [s]

tight riding [s]

nothing serious [s]

getting a +4 [s]

crush [s]

min yoongi

middle finger [s] one ;; two

whole night [s]

teach you [s]

park jimin

really want [s]

kim namjoon

always useful [s]

threesome (or more)

secret kink [s] ★ namkook x you

sharing [s] ★ ot7 x you

friends share [s] ★ taekook x you

free use [h] ★ maknae!line

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[euphoricfilter]

bts as my favourite sharks !!! (and why)

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆.

(a list no one asked for but i will deliver) 🦈🫧

☆ namjoon: bull shark

one cool thing about bull sharks is that they can swim in both salt water and fresh water, super adaptable, super cool and hence why they’re namjoon. and in my humble little opinion, they’re just cooler versions of the great white 🧍🏻‍♀️ plus they’re like the big boy shark top of the shark food chain, perfect place for our favourite guy namjoon

☆ hobi: lemon sharks

i love lemon sharks because they have favourite humans, and love head pats, and form emotional connections with divers, and get jealous when their fav human being shows and attention to another lemon shark. 10/10 sociable shark, perfect for hobi

☆ jungkook: tiger shark

tiger sharks are just built different. and have probably had anything you can think of in their stomachs, they eat anything. they’re also known for having huge litters and after ‘seven’ and ‘3d’ 🤨 plus tiger sharks make it into my top 3 favourite sharks so maybe i’m a little biased

☆ yoongi: whale shark

whale sharks are gentle giants, and have been one of my favourite sharks since forever. and i think people think they’re scary because they’re huge, like school bus size. but they’re just cuties :( who eat lil shrimp and algae and have lil teeth and are so pretty. also random whale shark fact they can process more than 6000 litres of water every hour 🫡

☆ jimin: thesher shark

honestly just silly little guys 10/10 my favourite shark. they look like cuties but thresher sharks can stun their prey with their super cool tails, which i think if we’re looking at jimin and the sassy man agenda… don’t let cute looks fool you. also!!!! thresher sharks can jump out the water and do cool flips, comparable to jimin’s super cool contemporary dancing ☝️

☆ jin: hammerhead shark

a distinctive shark, and a distinctive face. hammerhead’s haven’t actually been around for as long as other species of shark, only existing for around 20-25 million years (where other sharks have been around since the dinosaurs), which may seem contradictory to jin’s age, however, this mf doesn’t age and has looked as young as he did the day he debuted

☆ tae: blacktip reef shark

black tip reef sharks are a little shy and skittish, and tae is often a little bashful, especially on live (in a very very taehyung way), so i feel they fit one another. however! that doesn’t mean they’re not social, which with bts and the wooga squad and everyone else tae meets, 10/10 black tip reef shark kinda guy

[aajjks]

bingoooo but don’t worry. it gets worse 😁

TC!dad!JK

once again, everything is all your fault. you’ve ruined jungkook’s mood and you’re tempted to bang on his door and take your son back but there’s no use in arguing when the damage has been done. you’re beginning to realize how good you are at wrecking your and jungkook’s relationship but for some reason, you don’t regret choosing your son over him. especially when the empress revealed how all of this: the riches, his people, the territory, the power, the crown, he’ll always choose that over you.

you could offer him unconditional love, a normal life and he’d still choose this. you’re both walking on two separate paths and they don’t meet in the middle no matter how hard you try.

your thoughts are interrupted by iseul taking a seat next to you wanting to pitch in on your thoughts. you’re overcome by a large wave of blue and despite your insistence on standing on your decision, you regret not being there for jungkook the way he wanted you to.

“care to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“i think you already know what going on in there. i feel bad but i also don’t….you know what that bitch told me? she said that jungkook would always choose his crown over me and i…i chose our child over him. i’d do it again if i were faced with that decision but i don’t understand why he’s so upset about it”

“you both are selfish. you want something that you’re not willing to revoke yet expect equal treatment. however, i doubt that is what jungkook is upset about”

“he looked at me like i made a horrible decision, iseul! i love our son so much and if something were to happen to him i’d never forgive myself”

“where’s your faith in your country? don’t you believe the guard will pull through and protect prince jinseoul?”

“i do but i don’t want to find out if they don’t either. so, what? am i supposed to just trust everyone with my son? just say ‘fuck it’ and hope for the best? these people don’t like me, iseul and you know that”

“calm down, y/n” iseul warns you but you’re beginning to see it clearly. she’s not on your team she’s on his and if she thinks you’re going to regret your choice then she’s mistaken.

“you know what? forget it. go kiss up to jungkook since i don’t do it enough” you push past iseul and head inside a bedroom in the ship but you weren’t aware that it was occupied by asami.

“oh…sorry” you apologize not questioning why she’s in one of the bedrooms to begin with.

“no, it’s okay. you can stay in here with me if you’d like” she says and instead of kicking her out and taking the room for yourself, you get on the bed and lay side by side with her.

“are…are you okay?”

“yeah”

you’ve pumped enough bottles for jungkook to feed jinseoul with, so you’re sure he’ll hog him until you all arrive back in goryeo.

“be honest” you say “do you really want to marry jungkook?”

“not really but my mom has always told me that i would wed him”

“hm…”

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing…i’m just a bad wife”

“i don’t think so. you seem very caring and you’re really pretty”

“i didn’t say bad mom i said bad wife but thank you. you’re pretty as well. did you know you and i are only a year apart?”

“you aren’t a bad wife, queen y/n trust me. my mother killed my father for power so you’re far from a bad wife”

wait..did she just say her mother killed the emperor?

“so how old is jungkook? is he 21 as well? you both are so young to be parents”

“u-uh…he’s 24”

“that’s nice. at least i’m a concubine to a man not too far apart in age. maybe we can be friends?”

“sure. i could use more friends. i don’t really have any”

“well now you have me”

“yeah…i guess i do”

~🫧

Seven days pass by too quickly and he’s glad.

He just wants to drown himself in work and his duties do he won’t have to deal with Asami. Even though as expected you three receive a fairly large welcome, back home in Goryeo, Jungkook is not too happy.

He’s so frustrated because his heart is telling him to not be angry at you, what were you supposed to do? Loose your son for whom you’re even tolerating jungkook because of? But yet his brain is telling him that you won’t ever protect him like he expects you to.

Jungkook sighs and he kisses jinseoul before he leaves to join his office, it’s better to work so he won’t think about you.

You’re visibly upset and torn too. He can tell… but he is now starting to feel so guilty for giving you the cold shoulder, how could he ever be dumb enough to think that you, who is a mother now would choose him instead of your baby for whom you struggled nine months in pain for?

He dumps his head on his wooden table. There’s so much pending work- so many papers that he needs to sign and read.

“Yn…” he cries out your name because the ache in his heart just doesn’t stop- it only worsens.

Maybe he should just suck it up and apologize to you tonight.

____

It’s nighttime and according to the servants- Asami has settled in her chamber-as expected, she’s in the wing where concubines stay rather than the golden wing which is exclusively for the Royal Family members.

Jungkook is so exhausted mentally and emotionally that he doesn’t even feel the pain in his knuckles and hips because he was in the office for so long.

You’re definitely still on his mind and he’s pretty sure you’re upset with him, so he sucks in his teeth as he enters your shared chamber.

There you are, laughing with a giggling Jinseoul in your arms. You look so pretty in your lace night gown. You probably aren’t expecting him.

“Yn… sorry. I just came in here to apologize for my awfully immature behavior with you this past week…” he scratches the back of his head and he sees just how much jinseoul makes you happy. He is glad.

“I…I guess I started to live in a delusion that you would ever love me… I thought that you’d protect me even though it was impossible for you… I’m sorry.” He says, standing infront of you because he doesn’t feel like you’ll appreciate him being next to you right now.

[holdinbacksecrets]

good for jungkook

not so much for me though

i’m losing my mind

[kawaii-leilei54]

Please don't change

Best friend!Jk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive themes, domestic (Friends to lovers)

You and Jung kook spend a day at the beach, enjoying summer together.

You were excited that you could finally go to the beach.

Work had been really busy and you hadn't been able to find time to hang out with your best friend.

It didn't bother him as much at first but then he realized how much he missed you.

He missed you.

Ever since that one day, where you met on campus, you two would meet up.

It was library dates at first then outside of campus, going to explore different parts of the college which were abandoned.

You both found them more interesting and peaceful, you would sit in the grass and talk about whatever was on your minds.

And after crying your eyes out, would go to the convenience store and get ice cream.

You two grew close over time, that is until you got a job to help afford the tuition.

He had been working too, work and school had been busy and you two hadn't been together in a while.

Jungkook: Hey.

Y/n: Hey!

Jungkook: Let's go to the beach

Y/n: Sure! When?

You suddenly hear knock at the door and you go to the door hesitantly, you see him standing there impatiently.

You chuckle and open the door.

"Well hello there."

"You ready?"

You look down at your pajamas and look back at him with your hands on your hips.

"Does it look like it?"

He rolls his eyes and walks in.

"Hurry up." He says as he goes to sit on the couch.

You sigh and mumble to yourself as you go back to your room and start to get dressed.

You put on your bathing suit and pack your back before going back to the living room.

He looks up from his phone and smiles softly.

"You look good." He says shyly.

"Thanks." You say sheepishly and grab your phone.

"Yeah.." he says softly as he stares at you a bit longer.

You two had always had a tension between you too, but never resolved it. You friends would always tease you about how you had a crush on him but you always would try to change the subject or flat out deny the situation.

He gets up and follows you to the car.

He gets in and starts the engine and you connect your phone to the car.

You play your playlist that you two made months ago, adding songs both of you like.

He opens the sun roof and pulls out the driveway, you roll down the windows and look around as the wind flows in your hair

The summer was finally here, you couldn't relax much because of the rush hours at work, but you did appreciate the small moments you had, whether it was alone or with your friends.

Your best friend.

You wondered if that would ever change.

You get pulled out of your thoughts as you hear his stomach rumble.

"Ah!" "I'll feed you soon." He says as he pats it gently.

You laugh and shake your head.

"I'm pretty hungry too."

"We're almost to the store." He says as he continues driving and taping his fingers on the wheel to the music.

You stick your hand out the sun roof and feel the air, smiling at the breeze and enjoying the moment.

Your favorite song comes on and he turns it up, letting you sing your heart out.

He sings with you as he pulls into the parking lot and lets the song play before getting out.

You smile as you walk in and the smell of convenience store food hits your nose.

You both look at each other with the same thought and start to walk towards it.

There was someone standing there selling potatoes on a stick, which seemed to please both of your hungry stomachs.

"Can I get two of these?" He asks politely and the person at the stand takes two out and hands it to him.

He pays the money and hands one to you, you smile softly and start to eat right away almost burning your tongue at how fast you were eating.

He snorts and shakes his head before walking off and walking around the store.

You grab a cart and start looking around.

🫧

You smile as you get out of the car, stretching from the nap you took.

The waves crash against the sand, bringing the calming noise you loved.

"It's so pretty." He sighs

You nod in response as he opens the trunk and starts to unload the car.

You were excited, finally able to spend time with your friend who you had missed, not to mention the delicious food you bought.

And of course:

Ice cream.

You set the cooler down and sigh, looking at the water always makes you feel better, you jump slightly when you feel an arm pat your back.

"This must be nice after all those hard exams huh?" He chuckles.

"Totally." You chuckle back.

🫧

You were about a few shots and a highball in, you take another one after loosing a game of uno.

For the nth time.

"This isn't fair." You pout as you take the shot.

He chuckles and sets back in his chair.

The sun had set already and the fire was cackling, adding to the calming ambience.

"Well, if you don't want to have to keep taking shots, then step up your game." He shrugs.

"Your cheating!" You pout.

"Now, let's not lie." He giggles.

"You just suck." He shrugs.

"But we could play something else." He suggests.

"What?"

"Truth or dare." He smirks.

"What are we?" "In high school?" You snort.

"Oh come on, just a few rounds." "plus, I want to finish this." He says as he raises his highball.

"Fine." You mumble and sit back in your chair.

"True or dare?"

"Truth."

"Do you like me?"

You spit out your drink, coughing aggressively.

He comes to you quickly.

"You okay?" He says, his tone sounds worried.

You shake your hands reassuringly.

"I'm fine." You choke out.

He hands you some water and pats your legs.

"Drink."

You drink the water and start to feel a bit better.

Though now you're embarrassed.

How could he ask that?

"W-where, uh..where did that come from?"

"What?"

"Why did you ask that?"

"Why do you think I asked?"

You scoff and push him playfully.

"I like you." He says.

Suddenly time had stopped.

Just for a moment.

You stare at him.

After all that time of you just playing it safe with your feelings, feeling like he wouldn't feel the same, those times where you wanted to tell him, when you felt jealous that other girls were interested in him, thought that he would give them the time.

The thought that he would never be yours.

All of those anxious feelings melted away.

Those precious words..

Meant the everything to you.

"I like you too." You say after a while of silence.

You stare at each other, taking in the fact that you just confessed.

Every worry had melted away.

Faster than the ice cream that your probably left in the car.

"Yeah?" He says as a smile forms on his face.

He takes your hand.

"I want us to be together, no more hiding, no more playing it cool." "I really like you, and I want to be your boyfriend." He says seriously.

"I want us to be together too." "I've liked you for so long, I just didn't know how to tell you." You confess.

"I've felt the same." He says in a soft tone.

He reaches up and grabs your chin.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" "Please?" He says, his big doe eyes staring into yours.

"Only if you admit that you cheated in uno." You say playfully.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"Now you're doing too much."

You laugh softly and look at him with soft eyes.

Not with friendly ones, but with a look of love.

The look of a new bloomed romance.

"Of course I'll be yours Koo." You says softly.

He smiles and kisses you softly.

You kiss back and put your hand on his cheek.

"Oh!" You say as you pull back, suddenly remembering something.

"Should we have some s'mores?"

He looks around and nods.

"Whatever you want." He says as he looks around for the bag on marshmallows.

"I must've left them in the car." He mumbles.

"I'll be back." He says as he grabs the keeps and runs to the car.

You smile and nod as you wait for him to come back.

You hear an irritated but cute yell from the car.

You walk over to the car curiously.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

"The ice cream melted!" He says as he picks it up.

He pouts and laughs as the ice cream drips.

You both dramatically sob over the wasted ice cream.

"Should we eat it anyway?" You pout.

He shakes his head and looks down.

You pat his head.

"Don't worry, we can always get some more." You say positively.

He nods and cleans up the mess of the ice cream.

You both clean everything up and decide to make s'mores before going home.

You sit next to each other, playing music to forget about the ice cream.

You almost burn yourself from the melted marshmallow and you pull back and wince.

"Carefully baby." He says with furrowed eyebrows as he scolds you.

He was always protective of you when it came to you getting hurt.

It could be the smallest thing and he would always scold you cutely about being careful.

You loved it.

His face would scrunch up and his eyebrows would furrow though he would talk in pout.

"Don't do that."

"Be careful."

"See?" "What did we learn?"

You would always try not to be serious though it was hard too because of how cute he looked.

But to Jungkook, he couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt.

You practically devour your s'more, making him laugh.

He wiped your cheek softly.

"Messy girl." He says to himself and wipes some of it off your cheek and licks his thumb.

You blush and look away.

He had always been so caring, but it also made you think, how long had he been waiting to do that?

"Koo."

"Hm?"

"Don't change."

"Change what?"

"How we are, like this."

He smiles and nod.

"I won't."