#FELL X INK YAH

[cherrio-krispz]

Bro

Fell x Ink…. Ink would so give that MAN A LOT OF AFFECTION PLS PLPSLSPLS

YOU DON’T EVEN KNOWWW HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE TWO

“Me and my very ADHD boyfriend” - Fell😭😭

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook gets his motorcycle license and you don’t believe in fate.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, a dash of angst / word count: 5.5k

content/warnings: protective!bf jungkook 🫡 / jk gives oc h*ckeys / jk is sad and scared bc many couples r breaking up :( then he gets h*rny and i can’t blame him bc oc is hot / oc loves short skirts n jk is stressed / oc gets an anxiety attack !! bc they thought jk got into an accident / bam cameo <3

> in which masterlist!

note: ART REPORTING FOR DUTY 🫡 it’s been a while so i feel quite rusty and my brain is fried pls bear with me </3 i’m excited to post regularly again and get back into the flow hehe. as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated! 🥺

—

it is a rather calm afternoon in your shared apartment. you and jungkook may be together in the living room, but you’re each spending your alone time.

you’re sitting on the couch with bam’s head on your lap, your not-so-little baby sleeping soundly. you indulge yourself in a fashion magazine, occasionally lifting your head when you sense your boyfriend staring at you longingly from the desk. he would quickly avert his eyes to feign obliviousness, switching between the laptop or his phone to busy himself.

“babe, spit it out.” you giggle, lowering down the magazine from your face. “is there something wrong…? what do you want?”

“no, it’s nothing. just ignore me.”

“then you’re going to be upset with me when i actually do it?”

“yah! that’s not true!” he looks at you wide-eyed, chest puffing up in defense. “it’s really nothing, okay? you can go back to reading.”

“mkay, whatever you say… i’m not reading, though.”you mumble the last sentence, burying your nose in the magazine again.

with a glittery golden-inked pen, you draw a star beside a bag from the spring/summer collection that you fell in love with at first sight. you hear the clacking of the keyboard pause and resume, pause and resume, but you ignore your boyfriend’s beseeching glances like he asked you to.

minutes pass by on the clock as you flip the pages with twinkling eyes and silent squeals, but they feel like hours to jungkook.

he blinks at the laptop screen as he sinks his teeth on his bottom lip.

he just needs to do it— get it over with. whatever it is, he’s certain that the two of you could reach some sort of compromise… right?

he puts on a face of determination before wheeling the gaming chair towards where you are. and with no one to blame but himself, he releases a disgruntled noise when he collides with the leather couch. the impact sends him a couple of feet away from his destination, but his hands find purchase on your exposed thighs and he brings himself back to you.

his clinginess never fails to fill your stomach with butterflies.

you smile in secret, silent as he hooks his arms underneath your knees and lies his head beside bam’s. he kisses bam’s forehead, and in a somewhat twisted way, you are grateful for all the times the universe tugged at the string of joy and made you chase after it, because it led you here.

he has folded himself in a position that looks wildly uncomfortable, but jungkook likes to torture his senses for some reason, so you let him be. you pretend that no one has invaded your space, attached theirself to you so close that you’re carrying a quarter of their weight; feeling tickled by their exhales against your skin.

you planned to mix yourself a cocktail halfway through your magazine, but that is pushed to the bottom of things you can do now that your boyfriend is displeased with the lack of attention from his lover.

“this won’t do!”

his impatience forces him out of the chair and onto the couch, where he sneaks his strong arms around your waist. the movements shakes bam awake from his slumber. the doberman sits up, tiredly blinks at his father as if he is so done, and leaps off the couch to strut to his house.

jungkook scratches his head guiltily. “bam! dad is sorry that he disturbed your sleep!”

to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t receive a reply.

“oh, bam, are you mad at me…? you can’t be, right? you must understand… we both really love ____, don’t we?”

but he does receive one from you— a fond gaze that thinks of him bizarre.

“he’s not mad!” he defends himself.

“he should be. we were having a peaceful time together.”

“yah, that’s so mean. i’m part of this family too!” he complains with a scowl. “i want to cuddle.”

“no one’s stopping you, babe.”

this time, he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

he breathes you in, and his mind becomes clouded with the natural scent of you, so uniquely you, sweet and fresh like the clouds on a spring day, mixed with a hint of strawberries. humans smell fragrant flowers and break off their stems. jungkook smells you and he bites, sinks his teeth on your skin, sucks, again and again, and then soothes the ache with a slow and gentle slide of his tongue, but it doesn’t erase the marks that blossom into a hue of a bruise.

he licks his lips, wet with saliva, feeling cocky with the memory of your sharp inhales— cockier when he lifts his head and sees the dilation of your pupils behind a curtain of haze.

however, they’re still trained towards the fashion items printed on paper that you so desperately wish would materialize into thin air.

he groans.

“baaaaby,”

“mhmmm?” you mimic the tone of his whine, resting your head on his shoulder— just to be closer, let him know you’re here and you’re listening.

he clears his throat, prepares for the worst.

“these days, there’s something i’ve been thinking of a lot… i’ve been researching here and there, too…”

“about?”

“motorcycles…”

“okay,”

“okay?”

bewildered by your nonchalant response, he pulls away to squint at you in suspicion.

“…i’m planning to buy one and get a license? like, maybe next week?”

“okay,” you repeat yourself.

hit with a twinge of confusion, you briefly tear your eyes away from the beautiful gowns worn by beautiful models.

“are you telling me or are you asking me?”

“uh- uhm,” he stutters. “i’m telling you.”

“alright then,”

his chest puffs up as he inhales sharply. “that’s it?!”

“what do you want me to say?” you flip a page, a flicker of amusement flashing across your face. “you’re not allowed to…? i mean- sure, i can do that, too.”

“no, no, no, no, no-” he kisses your cheek— nearly, barely, he’s smiling too big to do it properly. “no, really! are you serious?”

“why won’t you believe me?” the magazine lands on your lap as you cross your arms in annoyance. “what do you think of me?”

“i heard couples really fight about this in particular, though?” he chuckles, and it’s your pouted lips’ turn to be granted a kiss. “sorry, i assumed you won’t approve of this one. you’re so strict with me about driving safely.”

“it’s no problem because i know you’re responsible. i just get worried sometimes,” you mumble. “when you’re tired from work.”

“i know,”

“good,” you sigh, leaning into him to steal a kiss yourself. “can i just ask you for one thing then?”

“yes,” he nods eagerly. “anything.”

“if i find out that you didn’t wear a helmet one time…” you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth, unsure what type of reaction you will elicit. “you’re getting rid of it.”

“three times-”

“oh my god, absolutely not!”

the sheer horror painted on your face further fuels his mischief.

“twice?”

“you said anyth-”

“please?”

“no! then i’m getting rid of it myself!”

you shove his shoulder, and he allows himself to fall flat on the couch before bouncing back with the mission to ease your mind.

“i’m just joking, baby!” his giggles fill the entire apartment.

he cages your face in his hands but you stubbornly resist.

“i’m joking- i’m joking. i’m sorry. come here, give me a kiss.”

he makes a smooching sound with his puckered lips and you send an unimpressed glare in return.

“promise me first,” your fingers wrap around his wrist to deny his affectionate advances. “one time!”

“i promise!”

“and you won’t get angry at me?”

and with that, his heart begins to ache in his chest. the shift in your voice, the nervousness blanketed by softness… fuck.

“how hard can that possibly be?”

he just remembered how upset you were when he got himself infected after visiting a tattoo shop in america. you told him it would probably be best to do more research on the place, but he isn’t jungkook if he isn’t stubborn. it was hell, to say the least. being in pain and fighting with you for days. you would tend to him and the silence would rub salt on the wound.

today, however, he was more than prepared to defend his case in the event that he faces rejection.

he doesn’t.

on the contrary, he is a given a gift.

“i hate you,” you whimper, but your words contradict the way you respond to his kisses— the sharpness of them has been dulled by his tongue. he tastes like the green apple lollipop that you completely forgot you left on the desk four days ago.

he draws back with a playful grin.

thief… your kisses and your candy and your body and your heart. all his.

“huh, you don’t mean that.”

“i do!”

“i love you,” he utters tenderly. “i trust you to set me straight when i need to get my shit together.”

“then you understand that i just don’t want it to become a habit, right…?”

what does he think of you? a person who treats him with utmost gentleness, supports his happiness, and worries about his safety— a person more important to him than himself.

“and even if it’s only one time… we never know what’s going to happen. i wouldn’t be able to bear seeing you outside the celebrity segment of the news. jungkook, i swear.” you pray that he doesn’t hear the crack in your voice, disguising it with a layer of humor. “i will lose my mind.”

“of course i understand! that won’t ever happen, baby! i want to tell you not to worry too much, but… but to be honest… i think i will be more upset if you don’t lecture me about this kind of thing at all.”

“really?”

“yes. because then doesn’t that mean you no longer care about me?”

this whole time, you’ve been saying i don’t want you to get hurt i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you, and he hears you clearly— like how one recognizes their favorite song playing in public even from far away.

you smile sheepishly. “show me the motorcycle you want.”

your outspoken interest makes jungkook’s face light up like a christmas tree.

“there’s actually a few that i’m looking at…” he trails off, running back to the desk to grab his laptop.

“i’ll help you choose!” you clap your hands excitedly. “is there a pink one?”

“pink?!” he exclaims, which is then followed by endeared laughter. “you want it?”

you assume that he is going to ignore the silly idea, that is until he returns to his seat beside you.

“sure, there should be one somewhere.” he whispers, more to himself, typing away on the keyboard to feed your curiosity.

“really? really?” you babble, clinging to his arm to take a peek at the screen.

“hmmm,” he hums. “get a license too and i’ll buy it for you.”

a sound of disapproval bubbles in your throat. “eh, not for me. i want you to use it.”

jungkook dramatically pauses. he stares at you, doe eyes infront of blazing headlights.

he releases a burdened sigh.

“why me?!”

—

“bend over,” jungkook commands sternly, standing arms crossed infront of the bedroom door to deny your exit. “right now.”

“eh?” you gape at him. “but aren’t we goi-”

“i said turn around, baby.”

you’re left with no choice when his patience runs thin and he captures your hand— it comes so naturally when you twirl on your toes as if you’re waltzing to a slow love song. he pushes you forward gently, and you carry your innate grace all the way to the arch of your back.

jungkook swallows down a moan elicited by the tantalizing view, clearing his throat. he masks the sound by unceremoniously spanking your ass, the skin-to-skin contact also causing a sharp sting to spread across his palm.

“shit- i knew it, it’s too short.” he tugs your skirt down, a useless attempt at concealing your white lace underwear. he harshly breathes out in exasperation. “baby, i can see everything! you can’t ride a motorcycle wearing this!“

“what? motorcycle?! i can finally ride it?!”

you only heard one word come out of your boyfriend’s mouth, it seems.

you flip in excitement, facing him again with a smile as bright as the sunny sky outside. “you got your license? why didn’t you tell me?!”

“i was going to surprise you but-”

he still looks stressed out, eyes trained to your skirt- well, your legs. the skirt is barely there.

“going back here from the parking lot to change would be-”

“but it’s miu miu,” you quietly remark, looking down at the article of clothing with a frown. “it’s not that short…”

“look at the mirror,” he points to your left with his eyes, but then he is already carrying you by the curves of your waist so that your back is facing it.

you bend down on your own, and jungkook clicks his tongue when you only giggle heartily upon seeing your own reflection.

“it’s fiiine! you’re there to protect me. i just won’t bend down.”

“but won’t you get cold?”

“nope!” you reply without a second to spare. “for fashion, i never get cold.”

it’s been more than five years since he met you; jungkook knows damn well that is very far from the truth. not a single autumn and winter have passed that he didn’t lend you his jacket, his warmth, and then some more, simply because you refuse to stop wearing skirts until you’re at the verge of freezing to death.

alright, maybe he’s being dramatic, and you’re stubborn as hell.

“and i’m wearing my tall boots,” you raise your leg in a straight line to show off the leather brown boots that stop below your knees. “look, look… don’t i look cute?”

cute? such a word won’t do you justice. you’re acting like he’s not also looking at your panties.

“of course,” a soft smile replaces his hardened features. “you look so beautiful, baby.”

“hm, thought so,” you scrunch your nose, and his heart skips a beat.

damn, but that- there’s definitely no other word to describe it but the word cute.

“but how about, let’s say, wearing a coat over it?”

“jungkook! no!” you grunt, punching his arm- but then a lightbulb illuminates your brain.

“or shorts under it-”

“oh my god, i think you have one that matches. i remember i saw it the other day-”

“no, wait, wait, wait- shorts are safer! ____!”

you sprint back to the walk-in closet, leaving jungkook alone in the bedroom.

“come back here!”

he jerks his head in distress, rubbing his eyes harshly with his tattooed knuckles.

“ah, ____!”

“what?!” you yell, voice bouncing off the walls of your apartment. “i found it!”

—

“is it too tight?” jungkook inquires, looking up to you from the floor.

you bend your knees to assess the tightness of knee pads. “nope, it’s good.”

he proceeds to grab the elbows pads he hung over the handle of the motorcycle.

“hmmm, next… you wear these instead.”

you pout, recalling that he forgot his riding jacket at work yesterday. “but what about you?”

“i only have one pair.” he says. “it’s fine, it’s just for now. let’s pick up my jacket at the company before going to the museum.”

“how about let’s wear one each?”

upon processing the mechanics of your suggestion, his tall and broad frame shakes with mirth.

you obviously grew up with little siblings. they were so lucky to have you.

“hey! what are you laughing at?”

“nothing, you’re just cute.” he chuckles, wrapping the other protective pad around your left elbow. “just wear them both. i’m confident with my driving but… i still need you as safe as possible, baby.”

“but jungkook! what if y-” you whine out a protest, which he instantly silences by slipping your helmet over your head. “ugh, you’re so rude!”

he beams with pride as he clips its straps beneath your chin. “wow, it fits so perfectly? i only guessed… ah, as expected of jeon jungkook.”

his hand freezes on the visor when you strike him with the beady eyes, pouting your lips to request for a kiss, which he grants— more than willingly. gladly. happily. with pleasure.

cruising through the city on a motorbike with the love of his life; going on dates; putting on your helmet for you and learning how to angle his face for when he steals a kiss— he used to only witness this in romance films.

at the end of the day he’s just a simple man, jungkook admits.

what a dream come true.

—

it definitely becomes clearer to jungkook today— why you did not oppose the idea of him getting a motorcycle license on such short notice.

“this is so cool!” you squeal behind him, subconsciously raising the pitch of your voice to contest with the wind and the roaring engines.

“____, be careful,” he chides you. “or else i’ll slow down!”

a sense of relief washes over him as you readjust your arms around his waist, your weight resting on him ironically making his chest feel lighter.

if only jungkook could protect you by keeping you bubblewrapped at all times, he would.

“you’re enjoying this more than i expected.”

the two of you idle before a red light. he balances the two-wheeled vehicle with his left foot planted on the ground.

“is it fun?”

“so much fun!” you gush, enthusiasm overflowing past the seams of your lips. “you already drive like a pro!”

“of course! i studied hard! i don’t plan on putting you in danger with my stupidity!”

“still-” you interject. “you’re just good at everything.”

while he is aware that he is gifted in many ways, technically speaking, jungkook knows he can’t possibly be good at everything. but hearing it come from the person he love and adore most in the world? he can’t help but to allow it to inflate his ego a little bit.

ten seconds before the traffic light turns green.

his smirk is hidden inside his helmet, but you can masterfully envision it in your head just from the transparent smugness in his voice.

“time to hold on again, baby.”

“i think you just like me feeling you up.” you muse.

you teasingly slip one hand underneath his shirt to caress his toned stomach, and he hisses out a curse. with how strict you are about road safety, one would assume that you would restrain on being frisky while riding a vehicle thirty times more dangerous than a car. you either have too much in trust your boyfriend or you underestimate your effect on him.

in his case, double the thirty.

the engine roars to life and the wheels screech against the concrete road. your gentle touch turns into a bruising grip on his waist.

jungkook thinks that you might be right. he would never miss an opportunity to feel your skin on his skin. he selfishly decides then and there— he now prefers motorycle rides with you.

—

it doesn’t take you long to catch up to that fact. when he tells you wear something comfortable, you also know not to spend too much time doing something cute with your hair because the helmet will just turn it into a tousled mess. for the past two months, he has been calling you every night to ask whether you want to be picked up from work with the bike or the car, because as much as you both relish in the thrill and the wind and the intimacy, sometimes you fall asleep on the way home from exhaustion and he doesn’t want you… quite literally falling on the streets of seoul.

but today is your day-off, and with your head hanging from the edge of the bed, you tear your attention away from your phone to find jungkook is upside down. he stands outside the bedroom door hugging your rainbow hello kitty plushie to his chest, frowning woefully with a cause you are clueless about.

the contrast of his black t-shirt with the rainbow makes you crack a smile, reminiscent of the countless memes you’ve seen on the internet. you find it funny, but mostly endearing. because you’re the one who loves colors but dreams of nightmares, while he loves dark colors but dreams of stars, fairies, and soaring through skies and different dimensions. you don’t believe in fate. however, jungkook believes that it was fate that brought him to you, and that you are the person he is destined with. you don’t believe in fate, but you wholeheartedly, unequivocally believe in him.

“i was watching the news-” he huffs, seemingly perplexed. “why is everyone breaking up all of a sudden?”

“who broke up?”

he freezes, attempting to recall the names that flashed across the television screen only minutes ago. “i honestly don’t know them, but still!”

“then why are you pouting?”

he doesn’t answer. instead, he carelessly tosses the plushie on the bed before climbing on it, sneaking his arms between your torso and the mattress to engulf you in a bone-crushing embrace. your phone slips away from your grip, buried somewhere in the sheets, but when big bundle of love and warmth is over you, it’s impossible to be consumed by anything else.

you weave your fingers through his hair, whispering teasingly. “scared of being in the headlines too?”

“scared…” he agrees, then he doesn’t. “of losing you.”

he scoots closer to nuzzle his face against your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

“i-it’s just,” he pauses. “ah, i don’t know! nevermind, forget it.”

“no, tell me. it’s okay.” your hands cup his cheeks, coaxing him to look at you. “tell me what’s bothering you. whatever it is. i’ll listen.”

there’s a glint of melancholy on his glassy eyes, and you desperately want to know what brought forth this pain so you can take it all away. your heart shatters when his nose scrunches into a sniffle, skin becoming more flushed, a shade of red that dusts his skin only when he cries.

“when couples break up after a long time… many of them say…” he trails off, held back by uncertainty.

“they say?” you urge him to continue, pretending to be absorbed in fixing his hair— running your fingers through the soft locks, rearranging his bangs, trying to see if they’re long enough to be tucked behind his ears— all in an indulgent effort to show him that this type of conversation doesn’t need to be awkward or intense.

“they say that… that they just woke up one day and- and realized they were no longer-” his lips curve into a frown, deeper than before, and you mirror him without knowing. “happy, or in love.”

he breathes shakily, avoiding your eyes to gather himself together.

fuck, jeon jungkook. man up! are you seriously going to cry right now? like this?

“and we’ve been together for five years.”

“almost five,” you correct him with a sweet smile, poking his soft cheek right where one of his dimples would be. “our anniversary is right around the corner.”

the unadulterated joy you radiated as you spoke those words makes the trepidation in his brain glitch.

“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. please continue.”

he licks his lips, and then opens his mouth but- “i’ve lost my train of thought.”

“oh my god, i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“you were talking about something serious.” you wince guiltily.

“our anniversary is something serious too!” he points out, pouting cutely.

“yes, but… it’s a different story, breakups are- jungkook! why are you suddenly laughing?!” you sputter, shoving him away in annoyance when you hear a snort in the midst of his uncontrollable giggles. “what’s so funny…? you were just so close to crying!”

he shakes his head profusely, collapsing over you, but he ends up rolling over to the side so he can lie on his back and clutch at his aching belly.

“ah, ____! my heart fluttered when you mentioned our anniversary. i totally forgot what i was talking about!”

if it fluttered earlier, now it goes absolutely wild in his ribcage.

your positions are switched before he can comprehend it— you’re now on all fours on top of him. his head is trapped in between your arms and your gold necklace is dangling over his face and you’re straddling his lap and now it’s getting harder to breathe and not picture obscene images that involve you worshipping his body.

he probably likes this way too much than he cares to admit.

“do you see it now?”

he purses his lips, obviously distracted, controlled by his desire for you as he finds the curves of your waist to caress. “see what?”

“that you don’t need to be anxious about us not being happy in the future, because we’re happy right now.”

he cannot detect an ounce of hesitation even if he tried. you are steady. you are sure. something intangible and inexplicable floods your souls when your eyes meet, but the two of you know that it exists and it is real.

“fuck… i love you. i fucking love you so much.” his voice borders on a growl, and a whimper escapes your lips just before they crash against his for a kiss so full of passion that it completely catches you offguard. he pulled you down so swiftly that your hands anchored on the bed scrambled for his forearms to break your fall, nails digging into his skin as you balance yourself.

jungkook isn’t much for words, but something in him always wants more. he likes to speak with his tongue in a way so sweet that it compels you to abandon your vocabularies in the farthest back of your mind.

you sit down on his lap breathless after making out. your boyfriend watches you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, slipping his hands underneath his head as he cockily grins in satisfaction.

you roll your eyes at the sight of his biceps being shamelessly flexed. “bastard,”

“bastard you’re crazy about,”

“unfortunately,” you sigh with faux disappointment, hugging the hello kitty plushie you picked up from the floor.

“want to go for a ride?”

“to where?”

“anywhere,” he shrugs. “it’s already late so there shouldn’t be traffic anymore.”

you jump off the bed without another word, returning a minute later clad in a black harley davidson jacket. you look so fucking chic and attractive in it, he always pats himself on the back for buying it for you.

jungkook would go against all laws of the universe if it meant spending a hundred more almost five years with you, until the hello kitty plushie you’re still hugging becomes gray and unrecognizable.

“babe, why are you still staring at me like that? i’m ready!”

—

from the entrance, jungkook discerns your familiar figure pacing back and forth across your designated parking spaces. you appear to be engrossed in your phone as you nibble on your thumb, which he knows to be a tell-tale sign of your anxiety. you just got your nails done, and for the first three days, you’re usually very conscious of messing them up.

you fail to notice the loud presence of his motorcycle, not until he has successfully parked and pushed down its side stand on the ground.

“baby! what are you doing out here?”

he lifts off the helmet, ruffling his hair to tame it. and as he brushes his stubborn bangs away from his eyes, that’s when he sees his lover overcome with distraught.

his heart drops to his stomach.

your eyes are filled with unshed tears, chin trembling with the struggle of holding them back.

“jungkook!” you wail out his name, and you haven’t cried this loud since you were sixteen.

an unnamed neighbor walks by the scene and says to theirself, somebody must’ve died.

“yah- why? why, why, why?” he stumbles over his own words in panic, carelessly hanging the helmet on one of the handles of the motorcycle as he gets off. “what’s wrong? baby? what happened?”

you hide your face in the palms of your cold yet clammy hands, ashamed by the surge of your emotions flooding the parking lot as acid rain, but a sense of safety blankets you when jungkook gingerly tugs you towards him.

“i thought something bad happened to you! a car hit a motorcycle nearby- and i thou- i really thought-”

“oh, that’s right! how did you know?” he gasps. “i passed by them earlier. there were so many people and police officers.”

“jungkook!” you snap, hitting his chest in frustration.

“sorry- i’m sorry! okay, that was insensitive of me- fuck.” he rambles, and you visibly cringe when his glove-clad hands touch your face.

the texture, and only god knows all the places it’s been…

“there’s no need to cry, baby! i’m already here, aren’t i? i’m so healthy. there’s not a single scratch on me.”

he hastily takes off his jacket to reveal himself in a white sleeveless shirt. spotless that it looks brand-new.

“see? all good!“

you fall silent. your eyes frantically scan his body, but your brain doesn’t really register anything that you perceive.

“aigoo, why are you shaking so much?”

he can’t bear to watch you in this state. he feels nauseous, almost, like his gut is being twisted and wrung in different ways.

“my baby must’ve been so worried about me, is that right? come here.”

in the solace of jungkook’s embrace, wrapped in his strong arms that are, praise heavens, not broken, the pounding of your heart gradually returns to normal.

his, however, becomes louder. and these days he likes to believe that he is no longer the crybaby he once was, but his skin feels flushed as tears fills his eyes, because damn, what a blessing it is to be loved by you.

he leans on the motorcycle, lovingly rocking you back and forth with shushes and soft hums.

time flies by when you are floating, but jungkook is patient as he waits for you to land and come home to him, even when his feet have fallen asleep.

“you haven’t forgotten your promise?” you whisper.

“never not wear a helmet,” he coos, pressing his lips to your temple. “of course i haven’t forgotten.”

“good,” you mumble, drawing back. “go home and shower. you’re all so sweaty.”

“i will. i feel so sticky.” he chortles. “this is so annoying. i hate summer!”

—

you continue to cling to jungkook all the way to the apartment unit, arms circled around his torso and soft cheek smushed against his back. snuggling him from behind like a koala does a tree is a newly-discovered joy. and if you were single you would be rolling your eyes at a person for saying this, but it is quite wonderful to have a boyfriend for a pillow that is also a blanket. has anyone invented that?

“you know, i regret not getting a motorcycle earlier.”

“why?”

the door opens with a short jovial jingle as a signal.

“i saw someone with a puppy in a basket this morning. it was even wearing goggles! it was really cute!” he laments, dragging you along with him into the living room. “ah, i’m an idiot. why didn’t i think of that? we could’ve done that with bam!”

you form the mental image of tiny baby bam wearing tiny goggles and a tiny leather jacket, and then another, but with the current bam.

“but bam is already as big as the bike!” you dissolve into laughter.

jungkook grunts, and you can’t tell whether he’s genuinely feeling this regretful or he’s just trying to distract you after you broke down with the mind-numbing anxiety of losing him forever.

“exactly!”

you sink into the couch, instinctively reaching for the hello kitty plushie to hug. meanwhile, he begins stripping off his shirt.

“it’s not even possible at all now!”

“but i do want to see him wear goggles…” you say in jest, fishing out your phone from the pocket of your shorts. “should i look for one?”

wait, what do you even type for it? dog goggles?

“i found them. there are helmets, too.” you gasp, covering your mouth as an epiphany hits you. “the puppy wasn’t wearing a helmet?”

driven by curiosity, jungkook sits next to you as you search for the item online. he is practically naked, left wearing only his black calvin klein boxers.

“oh,” he pauses. “now that you mention it, the puppy wasn’t wearing one.”

“how are you still sweaty?” with your thumb, you wipe the bead of sweat threatening to enter his eye. “go shower first.”

he manages to sneak a chaste kiss to your wrist before it becomes out of reach.

“before that, i need to tell you something.”

you bob your head, encouraging him to speak out, but the longer you maintain eye-contact with him, the faster his impulsive courage melts into a puddle of nervousness.

marry me.

marry me.

“baby…”

“yes?” you half-smile. “what is it? you’re starting to scare me.”

marry me.

when i see the future, i only see you.

“i love you.”

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GIFT .

Genre : Brother-in-law Jungkook x OC!

Warnings : Yandere Jungkook! Non Consent. Manipulative behaviour. Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Murder

Author's Note : I love reading Yandere fics so I just wanted to write one!! Its very different from what I usually write... So proceed with caution.

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The first time I met Jungkook , it was five years into my relationship with Namjoon.

Namjoon had told me all about his baby brother, a final year student in SNU. Jungkook majored in Business , training to take over the company business . Namjoon often mentioned that it was Jungkook's offer to switch majors that had helped him pursue his own dream of being a music producer.

So when he told me that Jungkook was on a break from university and his parents were looking forward to having a proper family dinner with all of us, I was excited to meet the boy , I'd heard so much about. Namjoon was endlessly fond of his little brother and I wanted him to like me just as much.

Namjoon and I had met seven years earlier in the University Library and had become fast friends. We were both quiet, intellectually driven individuals, preferring to spend our time in the library as opposed to partying with our friends. And yet, in a twist , against our family’s wishes, we had chosen not to pursue an academically driven career either. I’d always felt out of place in my own friend group, most of my friend from Journalism being extroverted and fun loving. Namjoon for his part had only two very close friends, Yoongi and Hoseok and preferred spending time by himself as well.

So it was only natural that we fell in with each other with ease. His beautiful dimpled smile tugged on my gut, even as his gentle nature and gorgeous mind made my heart pound. I fell in love with him, between the late night laughter in the library and the soft secrets whispered against my skin, in the privacy of his bed.

“Nervous?” His voice drew me to the present, fingers inking with mine as he lightly knocked his shoulders against mine, staring down at me with a dimpled smile. I shook my head quickly, squeezing his hand gently.

“Of course not. I just want him to like me.” I whispered and Namjoon chuckled.

“Jungkookie isn’t very expressive so don’t worry if he isn’t very vocal in his affections. He’s very shy with new people but I’m sure, he’ll love you.” Namjoon reached out and lightly, brushed the hair off my face before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.

I gripped his waist, pressing in closer, lips parting instinctively  , eager to chase the taste of him. He groaned and gripped my elbow, pulling me around to press up against the tall , lean strength of his body and this was it, this endless need to touch him even after seven whole years of being together. I moaned when he bit down on my lips, my back arching a bit to press into him.

“Hyung?”

We parted, surprised and I felt my face flame, lips slicked wet and no doubt red from where Joon’s teeth had sunk in.

What a first impression.

“Ahh… Jungkook-ah… You came out?” Namjoon looked a little flustered, dimples peeking out in an abashed smile as he laughed embarrassedly I found myself smiling at Jungkook, who looked nothing like I’d imagined.

I’d been expecting someone cute and friendly.

Jungkook was dressed in all black, tall and intimidating. He was also almost surreally beautiful, gaze piercing and steady as he stared at me. I felt an instinctive urge to hide, not missing the way his gaze trailed up and down my body, lips parting gently to reveal a pair of bunny teeth that looked jarringly adorable on a face that was , quite simply put, arrestingly gorgeous.  

He hummed, still standing in the doorway, eyes trained on me and I swallowed when he smiled , wide and open. His tongue darted out, lightly licking his lower lip .

“Hi, Hana.” He said softly and I startled.

“Hana? I’m sure you mean noona…..” I laughed nervously and even Namjoon looked surprised and Jungkook merely smiled, shrugging.

“You don’t feel like a noona.” He said casually.

I merely stared at him, not sure what he meant. Namjoon laughed a little as well, moving over to lightly hug his brother.

“Yah! You’ve just met her. Isn’t it too soon to start being a brat?” He ruffled his hair playfully before turning to me.

“Come on, Hana. Come say hi to my parents.” Namjoon walked in and I rushed to follow him, pausing when I reached the doorway. I smiled at Jungkook, holding a hand out slowly.

“I’ve heard so much about you Jungkook, I hope we can be friends…” I said sincerely and he stared at my hand, not taking it. Instead he gave me another soft smile. Before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, making me jump .

“You don’t feel like a friend either.” He said with a shrug , before moving away, leaving me stunned on the doorway.

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Two years later :

“Seven months? Namjoon we’re getting married in seven months! How am I supposed to plan a whole wedding , with you away from the country?” I asked desperately, watching as Namjoon sat with his head in his hands. He looked stricken, regretful and pained and I felt terrible for being unreasonable but it was impossible not to feel hurt.

“I know..  I know hana, I’m so fucking sorry. But this is such a huge opportunity and its not just me : Hoseok and Yoongi depend on me. I can’t screw things up for them too.” He whispered and I exhaled.

Namjoon had been offered a chance to produce for a very high end recording label based out of the US and they wanted him to stay there for a minimum of seven months. The offer had been a complete surprise, out of the blue and the timing couldn’t have been worse. I’d been accepted into an internship at a popular magazine and it would be impossible for me to go with him. And I was so desperate to go.

We’d never been apart for more than a few days, in the entirety of our relationship and the thought of not seeing him for months made me want to throw up.

“I’ve spoken to Jungkook. He’ll help you with all the things that have to be done. And I swear that I’ll be back at least a month before the date, alright? No matter what happens.” Namjoon said firmly. I swallowed, nodding nervously.

It was true that I didn’t like the idea of being away from Namjoon. But the thought of keeping him away from a dream that he had worked so hard for, was almost unfathomable.

Besides, Jungkook was reliable and sweet. The perfect gentleman. Especially now that he’d taken over as his father’s Executive Assistant, Jungkook was incredibly good at organizing and planning things out.

With his help, I could plan out our wedding to perfection.

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The next five months were spent in a haze of appointments and fittings and bookings. Jungkook had arranged for a shift in my internship hours, so he and I could spend a solid four hours every day, visiting different vendors, picking out the perfect floral arrangements, napkins, brocade and what not. And for once, I found myself completely enthralled by the idea of spending money of frivolously pretty things. Whether it was the florists or the patisserie, the dress fitting or the invitations, I felt my excitement bubbling over , amazed because marrying into Namjoon’s family meant an unlimited budget and for once, I didn’t mind being extravagant.

What was more, I didn’t miss Namjoon nearly as much as I thought I would. Because deep down , I knew that he wouldn’t have enjoyed this all that much. And I would have felt guilty , dragging him everywhere.

And Jungkook was the one to thank for all of it. He picked me up everyday for an early breakfast , followed by hours of combing the streets for ideas and appointments. He was funny and enthusiastic, eager to help me in every way and I was so grateful that I couldn’t thank him enough.

“I owe you so much, Kookie. You’ve been a life saver.” I groaned, collapsing on the couch and dropping my head back against the backrest. Jungkook chuckled, sitting down on one of the Turkish ottomans and lightly grabbing my ankle, pulling my foot onto his lap. I flushed a little, still not used to how touchy he was.

Jungkook liked wrapping his arms around my waist when we were out and about, fingers fluttering up my sides or brushing hair off my face with easy familiarity. I didn’t mind. He reminded me of my little brother back in Ilsan.

Most of the people we met assumed he was the groom and Jungkook told me it would be better to keep up the ruse because wedding planners were more comfortable when couples came together and I’d agreed, albeit a little reluctantly. I missed Namjoon and I wondered if he would mind. But when I mentioned it in passing to him during one of our daily video calls, he’d merely laughed it off.

“You’re so tense, Hana. You should relax. Everything is going to be okay.” Jungkook said softly, soft fingers digging into the curve of heel before brushing the arch of my foot. I smiled when he tugged my foot close, placing it down on the firmness of his thigh.

I gazed down at him, feeling uncomfortably nervous. This whole thing seemed oddly intimate somehow and I felt the first tendrils of guilt begin to curl around my gut. I swallowed, hating myself for tainting something that was no doubt innocent. I ought to be grateful that my future brother in law was this kind to me.

“I know. Thank you. I just miss him sometimes.” I said softly. The fingers stilled on my foot.

“Only sometimes?” He teased, eyes narrowed and tone just a little colder and I hesitated.

“I don’t miss him when you keep me company. You help me forget that I’m doing all of this by myself.” I said honestly. Jungkook inhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to mine, holding mine with an intensity that made me balk a little.

“You mean, that?” He asked quietly and I laughed at how serious he looked.

“Of course I do.  I was so sure this whole thing would be me being miserably lonely but you’ve kept me laughing and happy. I’m going to ask Namjoon to buy you something expensive and amazing when he comes back.”

“He already has something amazing. It’s the only thing I really want.” Jungkook said quietly, fingers stroking up, gently massaging my foot all the way up my calf. I groaned at how good it felt.

“Really what is it?” I asked curious.

Jungkook squeezed my knee before carefully placing my foot down , reaching for the other one.

“You’ll know soon, Hana.”

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True to his word, Namjoon called me exactly a month before our wedding date.

“Guess who’s leaving the God forsaken place this weekend?”

I felt warmth flood my insides, heart racing with pure joy, tears brimming over because I’d honestly resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to make it back on time.

“Monday i, I’ll be there. Can’t wait to kiss you, my love.” He whispered and I nodded, laughing.

Finally, Everything would be okay.

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Namjoon’s flight was due to arrive late night ,somewhere between twelve and one in the morning. I’d taken a nap in the afternoon, so I could be up to welcome him back. Jungkook arrived at around seven with Takeout and flowers.

He didn’t ring the doorbell, letting himself in with the spare key I’d given him for emergencies. I found myself scrambling for my robe because I’d taken a nice long shower and slipped on a silk negligee, short and ending just over my knees . I could feel his eyes on me as I hastily tied the sash together, flustered. The robe wasn’t long either and I felt absolutely exposed, even worse than when he’d stepped into the dressing room during my fitting, offering to help me with the zipper.

“ Jungkook, what are you doing here?” I asked nervously and he shrugged, eyes still trailing over my legs, the skin bare. I felt his gaze like a caress and some instinct told me I was in danger. I shook my head to clear it. How ridiculous.

This was Jungkook. Sweet, wonderful Jungkookie. My best friend these past few months. There was no one else I could be safer with.

“I knew you’d be excited, what with hyung coming back and all. So, I thought I’d drop by and at least make sure you’re well fed.” He grinned, holding the tae out up. I smiled and nodded, moving to get plates and glasses from the kitchen.

I heard Jungkook moving around in the living room and when I went back in , I found that he had two glasses of wine ready on the table, an expensive bottle of merlot opened nearby. I smiled a bit, shaking my head.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked curiously and he shrugged.

“Namjoon hyung is coming back right? It means I’ll be getting my amazing gift tonight.” He said softly, picking his glass up and taking a sip and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re such a child. You can’t wait for a day to get your gift?”

Jungkook hummed. He looked ethereal in the dim golden light of the apartment. Like something out of a fairytale. All dark ebony hair and porcelain skin. I wondered, again….why he never dated. He was easily one of the most beautiful humans I’d ever seen in my life. And that voice.

The voice of an angel.

“I’ve been waiting for years, Hana. I’m sick and tired of waiting.” He said softly, voice low and eyes somehow dark and I tried to hold my smile.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” I grinned and he smiled, all teeth.

“Oh, I intend to. Thoroughly.”

I took my own glass and took a deep sip , before holding it against his.

“To no longer waiting and finally getting what we want.” I said cheerfully, thinking of the long months without Namjoon and the few hours till he would be back in my arms. Jungkook chuckled and clinked his glass against mine.

“To you, Hana.” He said simply and I blushed, surprised and flattered.

We ate the take out but just a few bites in, I felt my eyes getting heavy which was so unfair. It was barely eight. And I’d slept in the afternoon. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be up till Namjoon came home.

“You alright, love?” Jungkook asked sweetly , getting out of his chair and making his way over when I almost knocked the glass of water over, fingers trembling. I pouted, even as his fingers curled over my shoulders, gripping lightly.

“Why am I so drowsy?” I whined in desperation and he leaned down, lightly resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You need to rest, hana. Come on, let’s get you to bed…. “

Eyes heavy and limbs turning to jelly, I could barely blink as he reached down and scooped me into his arms , carrying me into the bedroom. I felt his fingers tug on the sash of my robe, a protest building up at the action but he shushed me gently.

“I’m just helping you out of this, Hana. Rest now… Namjoon hyung will be here soon and we have a long night ahead of us, you and I.”

I could feel my mind churn at that, confusion warring with apprehension because why was Jungkook inserting himself in tonight? What did he have to do with Namjoon and I ?

Sleep beckoned and I found myself slipping into the darkness before I could fully ponder on his words.

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I woke up sweaty and damp , body overheated and my head foggy. I made to move and felt my heart pound when I realized my hands were tied up to the headboard. I blinked, only to be met with darkness because there was something tied around my eye as well.

“Jungkook?!” I called out panicking and there was a low chuckle.

And then a very familiar scent.

Namjoon.

I sagged in relief.

“Joon…it’s you….” I breathed out . “ Come on, do we really have to do this right away? I wanna see you…” I whispered desperately.

Fingers brushed over my ankle and I jumped.

“Namjoon?” I whispered . The bed dipped next to me, and I felt the brush of his shirt against my bare arm. It was soft and silky , familiar because I’d bought it for him for his birthday and he’d sent me a pic of him wearing it, from the airport today.

“Okay… I’ll play.” I laughed softly. “ Just untie me… I wanna touch you..”

“Sshhh…..” A finger pressed against my lip and I startled. Throat dry, I gulped.

But I didn’t say anything, biting my lips nervously as I felt him climb over me, one knee on either side of mine, fingers curling on my thighs, lips pressing against my cheek. I sighed, relishing the soft press of his lips, up and down my neck, the damp wetness of his tongue as he licked the skin right after, teeth nipping gently and then with more force.

I trembled as soft fingers tugged on my negligee tugging the fabric up and away from my body, raising it up till it pooled near my chest. I felt the tug on my panties, yanking the fabric off and then the weight of him went away, a breathy exhale that sounded both calm and somehow desperate, his body moving down to lightly hold my knees, parting my legs.

I bent my knees, spreading my thighs the way he clearly wanted me to, hearing him groan in return. He used his thumbs to gently part the damp folds of my centre and I felt my entire body shudder at the press of his tongues against the most intimate parts of me.

Choking, I could only lay there and take it, his tongue licking the slick folds, over and over again with an almost curious insistence, like he was tasting me for the first time and I could feel his body trembling on the bed as he did. I felt his teeth tug on the hardened nub, bruising hard and yet somehow almost playful and cheeky and I found myself squirming in pleasure, wetness seeping out of me .

The tip of his finger found my slit, running up and done the length of it in a slow, gentle caress, gathering the moisture there and I trembled when he reached my clit, gently rubbing circles on the little bundle before moving back down to trace my entrance. I was so wet, getting wetter by the second and I’d never wanted to be fucked so bad.

“Please…..baby… I want you ….in me…” I choked out and he chuckled, a little mischievous and unlike him.

The finger dipped in, shallow and barely in and I whimpered in desperation.

“More.. Please…. I want more.. Want you… Its been so long…”

I felt him move back at that and then he was there, right between my legs. I felt the clink of metal as he unbuckled himself, the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he pushed his trousers off. I could feel the hard muscles of his thigh against the back of mine as he scooted closer, felt the brush of his hard length against my center, the head dipping in just lightly.

He pushed forward, driving in with so much force that my entire body shuddered in shock. And in just that second, I knew, with dawning horror…….

This was not Namjoon.

I screamed, so loud my own ears rang and  a palm pressed down into my mouth, forceful and unrelenting. And terrifyingly unfamiliar.

“Hana…” Jungkook’s voice near my ear made me choke on my tears, my mind splintering in shock and betrayal, body going rigid in terror as he pulled out , only to slide back in.

“Knew it would be worth it, keeping myself pure for you….” He crooned against my skin and I whimpered, wetness spilling over my eyelashes as I tried to squirm away, my mind body and soul only screaming for the man I loved.

“Don’t worry about anything ….Hyung’s in a better place now. “ Jungkook chuckled deeply and I felt my skin go ice cold at the implication. He moved his hand away and I coughed, choking.

“Jungkook….”

The blind fold came off and he kept pumping into me, hips moving erratically, no rhythm or grace and it was obvious he’d never done this before, obvious in the way he looked : blissed out and feral, eyes unfocused as he stared down at me. I felt him tremble and shake, before going still . I felt warm wetness flood my insides and bile rose, nausea making breathing difficult. He stayed on me and inside me, his body so large and immovable, heavy and suffocating over my own.

“what are you doing Jungkookie?” I sobbed out in disbelief and he glared at me.

“What does it fucking look like I’m doing? I’m taking what I fucking deserve….” He snarled. “ Two fucking years…. He doesn’t deserve you. Spends all his days and nights holed up in that studio of his with his friends….leaves you to fend for yourself. You deserve to be waited on, hand and foot… you deserve the world, hana…and he wouldn’t let you experience any of it. Fucking bastard….

“No… No.. God …no..” I choked out. It was the shirt.

He was wearing Namjoon’s shirt. And his cologne. The shirt I knew my boyfriend had been wearing today. How did he get it??

Jungkook brushed his fingers on my cheeks .

“What’s wrong baby? Are you worried about him? Wondering where he is…” He chuckled. “ I told you..he’s in a better place right now..”

“No… you’re lying..you wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t I? You know me that well , hana?” He teased.

No. No I didn’t I didn’t know him at all.

“How about this? If you marry me…. If you let me have this dream wedding with my dream girl…. “ He smirked,” If you let me love you the way you deserve , maybe I’ll take you to visit him…someday. ”

I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t process what I’d just heard… I didn’t know… if he was bluffing. What if he had actually killed-

I couldn’t believe that. I couldn’t. It would break me.

“Okay… Just…please don’t hurt him…” I whispered.

Jungkook smiled.

“Just relax Hana. Everything’s going to be okay.”

AUTHORS NOTE : THIS IS LITERALLY MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS PURELY OUT OF IDLE CURIOSITY

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[arosesstorm]

truth essay ; Jang Wooyoung 

words count: it's a short one

fem reader! x Jang Wooyoung

warning: soft, school romance yey

summary: when that essay was assigned to y/n, she promised herself Wooyoung never should have read it, ever.

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

"What’s that essay about?" 

"Ah! If you think I’m gonna tell you what I wrote you must be mad!" 

The strong scent of coffee was playing with her nostrils as the boy got up with an annoyed look on his face, got around the table and fell ungraciously in the seat beside her.

"Why do you always have to be so stubborn?" The boy asked, his index knocking on her temple. 

"Yah!" She protested, turning to look at him "leave me alone".

"What? You’re becoming cocky too?" Wooyoung’s eyes were so open in shock y/n thought he might have dropped them on the floor if he hadn’t been cautious enough. 

The coffe shop were the two were hiding was full of people, hustle and bustle filling their ears. 

"I don’t want you to read it Wooyoung" the girl exclaimed exhausted, sighing loudly. 

"Why?" The boy couldn’t help but ask, his eyes suddenly sharp "is there something I shouldn’t know about?" He suggested. 

Y/n’s cheeks getting redder by the second, as the boy stretched his neck, eyes peeking over to the paper sheet in the girl’s hand but y/n was quick to hide it away. 

"Ah! Really!" Wooyoung looked a lot like a spoiled kid now, his eyes as slim as those of a leaf, his cheeks flustered as his hands were clinched in fists. 

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh softly. 

"What was the title anyway?" The boy asked as he looked her way, more annoyed than ever. 

Y/n smiled softly as she got closer to the student’s face. 

Wooyoung’s cheeks were burning too now as he looked at her expectantly, "I" y/n said, her voice coming out so low Wooyoung wondered if he was imagining it; "won’t tell you". 

She fell back into her seat, a pretty giggle on her lips as Wooyoung now didn’t only feel flustered, but embarrassed too. 

"What a brat!" He spat as he got up from his seat, his eyes full of disdain as he made his way to collect his things and leave. 

Y/n was so proud of her previous teasing that she let her guard down; Wooyoung in a desperate move flew forward, his hand grasping the paper in her hands as he snatched it away, a victorious grin on his face. 

"Wooyoung!" y/n got up quickly, her heart exploding in her chest as she tried to reach for the paper back. 

But the boy was mischievous enough to make her suffer as he read a word every few seconds, not forgetting to glance back at the girl every time his eyes left the page. 

It went on that way for a full long phrase when he suddenly stopped, his giggling coming to an end too as his smile was replaced by a confused look. 

Impressed, with ink on a blank paper, lost in a mist of words, was his name. 

He didn’t seem to have processed well, but that was, indeed, his name. 

What was he doing in that essay?

What did she write about him? 

That was the moment y/n tore the paper from his hand, the look on her face one of pure rage, mixed with the purplish color of shame. 

He din’t have the time to ask her though, because as Wooyoung’s mind was processing, y/n had already stormed out of the coffe shop and was walking rapidly down the street. 

Her silhouette as pretty as ever as Wooyoung felt the brightest smile come to his face, "hey you dork!" He screamed after the girl racing behind her "do you like me?". 

mia

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idk you yet

pairing - jungkook x reader

genre - fluff, soulmate!au

warnings - none

word count - 1.3k words

(based on the song 'idk you yet' by alexander 23)

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!", everyone cheered as you blew out the candles. damn, i'm 18 now; you thought as you looked around the room with a smile on your face.

you were surrounded by everyone you loved and you couldn't have asked for a better birthday. after cutting the cake and spending some time with your friends, you decided it was time to go to bed.

after thanking everyone for coming and celebrating with you, you quickly made your way inside your room to wash up and go to sleep. as you stepped out of the shower, you caught a glimpse of your reflection on the mirror and noticed something different.

you stepped closer, holding your hair up in a makeshift ponytail as you analyzed the mark inked on the back of your neck.

woah, you thought as you took a better look. it was a very simple and delicate tattoo; a pair of wings under which 1406 was written. 

that's a strange one, you thought as you decided not to worry about your soulmate tattoo and went to bed, sleeping peacefully.

~

jungkook was not able to close his eyes for even a split second. he had gotten his tattoo/mark when he turned 18, which was a few years ago but today his tattoo started to get hotter, burning the soft skin of his neck. 

unable to tolerate the pain anymore, jungkook ran into the kitchen, grabbed an ice pack and placed it on the back of his neck, slowly soothing the burning sensation as he walked to namjoon's room.

"hyunggg" he whined out with unshed tears lining his eyes as he entered the room. "jungkookah, it's soo late.." namjoon mumbled out, slowly sitting up on his bed, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up, "what's wrong?"

"my tattoo… why does it hurt?!" he bursted out, still applying the ice to his neck. as he waited for namjoon's answer, his eyes widened as he started assuming the worst. "hyung, what if she's hurt? or if she got into an accident or if she's in the hospital and this is a signal or-"

 "yah jungkook, don't worry. i'm sure she is not hurt." namjoon reassured jungkook "your tattoo starts reacting or heating up when your soulmate finally get's their tattoo. it must have been her birthday today." 

"wait WHAT?!" jungkook said, as he started panicking. " you mean she is like 4 years younger than me?! hyung, that age gap is insane!" namjoon sighed, rubbing his forehead as he answered, "don't get soo worked up jungkook. some soulmates have a bigger age gap and they get along fine…" 

just as jungkook was going to ask another question, he caught namjoon yawning. realizing how late it must be, he decided to cut his visit short. " ah, hyung i'm soo sorry, you should go back to sleep. sorry for disturbing you, sleep well!" "okay, goodnight jungkookah. don't worry too much okay?" namjoon said as jungkook started walking out of the room. "okay hyung, goodnight" "goodnight kook"

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10 April 2020

"alright everyone, class dismissed." hearing your professor's words, you sighed and immediately got up from your seat, making your way home. you had a really bad day today; you got a really low grade on a test you had pulled an all-nighter for, the project you had to submit today went missing and you had a terrible headache. 

you took a deep breath and opened your front door, entering your empty apartment as you dropped your bag and dragged yourself in the kitchen to eat something. 

as you were cutting up a few vegetables to make dinner, you tried to forget about what a bad day it was by thinking about your soulmate. does he go to my university? how old is he? now seems like a nice time to meet him...

after you finished eating your dinner, you completed your homework and plopped down on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and thinking of only one thing before you fell asleep, wherever you are or whoever you are, soulmate; please find me soon. i need you.

ever since then, you made it a habit to talk to your soulmate every night. you had no idea if he could hear what you said but you still spoke to him. unbeknownst to you, he could hear your voice talking to him which only made his desire to find you increase.

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14 June 2020

"ughhh, what's the time?" you groaned as you woke up from your slumber, stretching as you reached out to turn off your alarm. 

"SHIT! I'M GONNA BE SOO LATE!" you yelled out as you got a mini heart attack after checking the time. you quickly got ready, raced downstairs to grab your bag and ran out the door. 

as you were rushing to reach your university, you decided to make a short stop at starbucks so that you don't fall asleep during the lecture or starve yourself. 

the door bell chimed as you entered and made your way to the counter, ordering your usual as you took a look around the café. 

just as you were about to look away, you saw something that caught your eye. it was a tall man wearing an all black outfit with his back facing towards you. what intrigued you the most about him was that he had a familiar tattoo on his neck; it looked exactly like yours.

as soon as you got your order, you grabbed it and slowly made your way over to him. just as you were about to tap his shoulder and draw his attention, he turned around, causing you to slip and drop your drink on the floor as you lost your balance, almost falling down.

seeing what was happening, his eyes widened as he instinctively grabbed your arm to stop you from falling. once you stood properly, you looked down at your drink which was now spilt all over the floor as you felt your cheeks turn red from embarrassment. 

"ah, i'm soo sorry about that" you said as you bowed down and stood straight again, holding eye contact with him. you gasped as you saw his face. he was incredibly handsome but as soon as your eyes met his, you felt your tattoo warming up and a cold shiver run down your spine.

as you held the back of your neck to soothe the pain, you noticed that you weren't the only one experiencing it. infront of you, you saw jungkook holding his neck as well, his face contorting as he winced. you heard the bells chime again as your eyes widened with realization of what was happening. you found your soulmate.

shocked, you both stared at each other for a few minutes. "it's.. it's you, you're my soulmate.." he said, his voice shaking from surprise. "yeah… ooh, i should introduce myself… i'm L/N Y/N, and you are?" you said as you bowed again, flashing him a bright smile. 

"jeon jungkook, it's really nice to finally meet you. if i may ask, are you free tomorrow..?" he asked shyly as he scratched the back of his neck. you nodded as he beamed at your response, shoving his hand in his pocket and removing a piece of paper, handing it over to you. "call me if you'd like to go out tomorrow… maybe coffee?" 

"i'd love that." you smiled, feeling giddy and excited for the next day. 

[peasthedumb]

Decided to make a tier list for my opinion on ships so-

Make this canon or else

Killer x Nightmare

Cross x Dream

I support it, it’s pretty damn cool.

Dust x Blue

Dust x Horror

Killer x Outer

Killer x Dream

Cross x nightmare

I know barely anything about it but I can tell I’d love it.

Reaper x Geno

Geno x Passive nightmare

Uhm…sure, I guess it’s cool.

Blue x Error

Error x Nightmare

Dust x Killer

Wait what? This exists? I wanna hate it but- I- I kinda don’t? I hate that I don’t hate it.

Nightmare x passive nightmare

Uh, no thanks.

Dream x blueberry

Dream x Error

I’m going to commit war crimes

Error x dust

Any ship including lust

Blue x ink

Cross x ink

It’s my personal mission to hate this with every cell of my being. Don’t ask why cause I don’t know.

90% of ships including ink, especially dream x ink, Nightmare x ink and Error x Ink

It’s everywhere but idk who one of those characters are so I don’t know my judgment.

Nightmare x Ccino

I…don’t care about / don’t remember these characters enough to have opinions :|

Fell

Classic

Wait this exists? / yah I dunno who you’re on about / oh my god I forgot to add these / meh don’t care.

Anything I haven’t said.

Don’t even mention because I’m going to kill somebody.

Nightmare x Dream (whyyyyyyy. They’re brothers, why would anyone. Unfortunately I saw too much of this back when I used to Google for art)

Also any form of this between au versions of em.

[seouldsoul2kpop]

13| The Purge

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Characters: Jungkook x reader| BTS| ft. Got7 Mark

Summary: For one day, every year, killing is legal, and you’ll kill anyone as long as the price is right. He’ll kill anyone as long as his orders tell him so. Both of you are the top purgers in the business, but what happens if your name ends up on his kill list? What happens if you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to kill Jeon Jungkook?

Warnings: Alcohol, partying, blood & death

Word count: 4,888

A/N: This has to be my favorite chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it too! Please let me know what you think!

Jungkook

 5 Years Ago

It was his idea to sneak out, but I would have followed him to the end of the world if he asked me to.

 I hated dark places, let alone clubs. As much as I wanted to be like every other teenager my age, and bask in the adrenaline of being in a club full of eager bodies, I would rather have downed a few blissful drinks with my best friend somewhere quiet. I took a shot of tequila, the liquor burning its way down my throat before I chased it with salt and a lime. A few people cheered as I picked up my sixth, and final shot, taking a split second before I quickly drank it, following with yet another lime. I slammed my glass down on the bar, bracing myself against it as the liquor buzzed its way through my system. The sound of ecstatic observers filled my senses along with the loud rumble of music playing throughout the entire club. I smiled just as a hand wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me in close to his chest. I could feel his warm breath on my skin as he laughed into my ear.

“Don’t look now, but the girl at the end of the bar has been eye fucking you since we got here,” he whispered, his smile coming out in his voice.

I ignored him, turning my head, my eyes immediately locked with the girl at the end of the bar. She giggled with the newfound attention, twirling the olive around in her martini with her finger for a second before she raised her finger to her lips, sucking on it slowly. Her eyes never left mine, the yearning weaving through the crowd straight to me. I felt something stir inside of me as I quickly looked away, and I pushed him off me as a bubbly laugh escaped my lips. When my eyes finally found hers again, that feeling that stirred inside of me returned full force, a small grin pulling at the corners of both of our lips as we silently communicated what we both knew we wanted. She giggled before pushing her way through the crowd. I turned, the nerves truly taking hold of me. I was met with his familiar arm wrapped around my shoulder, a bright smile comforting my nerves. He leaned forward, close to my ear, close enough for his voice to hide from prying ears and the loud bass of the music.

“Don’t be afraid to let go.”

He pulled away, ruffling my hair with the hand that was on my shoulder. I pushed his hand away, laughing nervously as he turned to take a shot of his own. He scrunched his face for a second before he turned back to me, his brown doe-eyes shimmering against the rainbow strobe lights. He suddenly nudged me, just before someone nervously tapped my shoulder. I turned, facing the girl from across the bar. She smiled, her crimson lips darkly seductive compared to her innocent smile. I smiled back right when she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her warm body against mine. Her lips grazed the rim of my ear as her warm breath kissed my skin, and she grinned against my ear.

“I promise I won’t be gentle.”

She pulled away, her lips hovering enticingly close to mine. She smiled, her eyes searching mine, playfully inviting me to take her offer. I grinned, wrapping my arms around her waist as his words replayed in my mind. I could let go for tonight, the one night where all things were possible, because tonight was a special night, tonight was the purge.

“Good,” I whispered, leaning in close enough to take her breath away, “I wasn’t planning on being gentle.”

She giggled, suddenly taking my hands from her waist, and pulling me through the crowd onto the dance floor. I looked back at the proud smile on his face, his body leaning against the bar as he ran his hand through his bright orange hair. He waved his hand, quietly telling me to keep going.

Her body seemed to melt into mine as she pressed her back into my chest, her hips swaying along with mine. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She leaned her head back against my shoulder, basking in the feeling of our bodies so close together, our sweat mingling like they were one and the same. I leaned down, my lips ghosting over hers as our eyes met. Her eyes were dark, filled with so many secrets, but at the same time, they were pooling with an intoxicating amount of yearning. I swallowed hard as her hand reached up, grabbing hold of the back of my neck, pulling my lips closer to hers. I hesitated as her lips grazed mine, inviting me to keep going.

Don’t be afraid to let go.

I smiled before pressing my lips against hers. Her grip on my neck tightened as she took the lead, guiding me to deepen the kiss. My grip on her waist tightened too as she turned her body in my embrace, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me impossibly closer. She moaned into me, sending a sweet vibration through my body, and I wrapped both of my arms around her waist, gripping onto the fabric of her dress. The high energy of the club sent a warm buzz through my body, making the moment that much more intoxicating. I couldn’t imagine anyone else’s lips to be so sweet.

 She smiled at me, giggling profusely as her friends called her to them. I smiled back as she leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on my cheek before racing off to her friends. I watched her, the feeling of her lips, and the taste of her tongue taking hold of my senses. She looked back once again, silently telling me to call her. I raised my hand to the back of my head, ruffling my hair gently as a grin tugged at one corner of my mouth, and then that familiar arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me close to his body as he also stared after her friend. They both looked back, giggling at each other for a moment before continuing on their way.

“Did you get her number?” he asked.

“Did you?”

We both raised our hands, revealing the ink on the palm of our hands. We laughed, both of us turning on our heels in the opposite direction.

“Well,” he sighed, “Tonight was fun, but we should get home before my parents use what little time that’s left to murder us both.”

I laughed, shoving him away from me playfully. He shoved back as a laugh took over his entire body. I couldn’t help the big smile that consumed my features as I watched his face brighten, his lips pulling into the biggest smile I’d ever seen, and his eyes creasing into perfect crescents. I shook my head, quickly wrapping my arm around his neck, pulling him into a playful headlock.

“Ah, Jungkook!” he laughed.

“What’s wrong Chimchim?” I teased him, ruffling his ridiculously soft strands.

“You’re such an ass,” he said, slugging me gently in the stomach.

“I’m what?”

I stopped, tightening my hold on him, and ruffling his hair harder.

“Ah, ah, Jungkook,” he whined.

“I’m sorry, I can’t hear you.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed, “I’m sorry!”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I teased, laughing lightly.

“I’m sorry for calling you an ass!”

“And…?”

“And you’re the golden maknae!”

I laughed, letting go of him as soon as the words left his mouth. He stood up straight, running his hands through his hair to fix the mess I’d made. I watched as his hair fell perfectly on his forehead as a defeated, yet warm, smile graced his face.

“Yah, who’s the elder here?”

He waved his hand at me, a contagious laugh slipping from his bright smile. I laughed just as he lunged forward, grabbing me in a headlock of his own. He pulled me along as he held me, my hands taking hold of his arms as I chuckled at his antics. I smiled, a feeling of complete gratitude rushing through me. If it hadn’t been for Jimin, I would have never made it through my parent’s death. It had only been a year since they died, and a faint feeling of dread had made me restless the minute every calendar went from February to March. Jimin was the only one who knew the truth about that night, the only one who knew how to comfort me when their bloody faces haunted me in the middle of the night. He saved me from myself.

I was caught off guard as Jimin suddenly stopped, his arms immediately loosening their grip around my neck. I pulled away, oblivious to the fact that I hadn’t really escaped his clutches. I chuckled as I stared at him, but his eyes were locked somewhere ahead of us. He looked afraid, his skin turning a sickly pale color, his smile fading into a straight line, and there was a faint tremble in his hands. I found myself unable to smile as I turned my attention to the very thing that took the life away from him.

I locked eyes with a single person, his familiar face setting my blood on fire. I reached down, taking hold of Jimin’s hand as I turned my body back the way we came, but I stopped as two more familiar faces stepped forward, out of hiding. I looked back at the obvious ring leader, and he smiled, feeling accomplished for cornering us. In response, Jimin’s grip on my hand went from nonexistent to nervously gripping onto my fingers. I looked over at him, his eyes already on me, pleading for me to just let it go. I shook my head slightly, quickly turning back to the only human being stupid enough to mess with Jimin while I was around.

“How cute,” he laughed, “If it isn’t Jungkookie and Jiminie.”

His friends laughed, drawing my attention briefly.

“Chi-do,” I hissed, “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if I ever saw your face again?”

“You’d kill me?”

He laughed even more as he walked closer, slowly closing the space between us. I let go of Jimin’s hand, extending my arm out in front of him protectively as I pushed him back behind me.

“I’d like to see you try,” he snarled.

I looked back as he drew closer, and his friends seemed to be closing the space between us as well. I cursed under my breath as the only thing I could do was push us further into a corner. I felt the cool touch of the brick wall as we both came to press our backs against it. They all laughed amongst themselves, his two friends nudging each other playfully as they all came to encircle us, further deepening the threat their presence already announced. Chi-do’s eyes scanned my body as a grin formed on his face, and it grew even more as his eyes raked over Jimin’s. He laughed, reaching forward to take hold of Jimin’s face with one of his hands. I knocked his hand away as his fingers grazed his face which only made his friends grab hold of me, slamming my body back into the brick wall. I squirmed under the weight of both of their hands on my arms, and Chi-do laughed.

“Is Jungkook mad I’m touching his bitch?”

I glared at him, still trying to fight my way out of being restrained, but it was useless. I stopped, my breathing heavy as the rage boiled to the surface.

“I will kill you,” I snapped.

I watched as the friend in the middle looked over his shoulder at him, Chi-do nodded, and he quickly returned with a punch to my gut. I coughed as the pain radiated through my stomach. I glared at his friend for a moment, a smug look on his face before I was back to glaring at Chi-do, but his attention was now on Jimin. I looked at Jimin, the fear in his eyes growing to a whole new level as he stared at the one person that constantly knocked him down. Chi-do smiled, reaching out once again to take hold of Jimin’s face. Jimin pulled away, but it only made him more forceful as he took his face in his hand, his fingers digging into Jimin’s cheeks angrily.

“You owe me quite a lot of money, Jiminie,” he hissed, “And I’m afraid I’m going to have to add some interest for making me wait, and for making me come look for you.”

Jimin grabbed at his wrist, squirming beneath the weight of his grip.

“I don’t owe you anything!”

Chi-do laughed, his eyebrows raising in amused surprise as he looked between his friends, and back at Jimin again.

“Look at you,” He hummed.

The smile on his face suddenly turned cold as he pressed Jimin’s head back against the wall, pressing his cheek against the bricks; he stepped closer, his face mere inches from Jimin’s.

“I think you owe me a great deal of money,” he whispered in his ear, his eyes scanning his face for a long moment before he continued, “And if you don’t think I’m serious, I’d love to show you.”

He grinned, pushing Jimin’s face further into the wall as a soft whimper of pain left his lips. Jimin shut his eyes as his hands reached up, pushing against Chi-do’s chest in an attempt to fight him off, but he was much stronger than him. Chi-do let out a light-hearted laugh at Jimin as he pushed his face further into the wall once more before he let go. His eyes met mine soon after, the power he felt making his eyes darker the longer he held it, and he bit his lip. I pushed forward while his friends were off guard, but they were quick to slam me back into the wall. They both looked to him for their orders; he simply nodded, and I suddenly felt the sting of punches that ensued.

From my peripheral, I could see Jimin reaching out to stop them, but Chi-do quickly slammed him back against the wall, pressing his arm against his neck. Jimin grabbed at his forearm, trying to stop him, but his eyes were on me as they continued to punch me.

“Stop!” Jimin shouted, “You’re hurting him!”

Chi-do pressed harder as Jimin seemed to muster up more strength than he imagined him to have. He fought back, slowly pushing Chi-do off him. And then I felt the hard embrace of knuckles on my jaw. My body felt light as they let go of me, and I slid down against the wall. It felt like a rock had crashed into my gut as the other one kicked me; I instinctively reached up, shielding the bruise I knew I’d find later tonight, and I cringed in pain. I gasped as I rolled my head back against the wall, and I barred my teeth as I tasted my own blood on my tongue. I was about to taunt them, to tell them they had to do better, but when my eyes fell on his friends again, they had taken a few steps back.

Their eyes were on Chi-do who happened to be standing a few small steps in front of them. I looked to Chi-do, his eyes were wide, bewildered as he stared at Jimin. Slowly, I turned my gaze upward. Jimin was staring at Chi-do with an equal amount of bewilderment, and shock; he looked as though he was going to say something, but he couldn’t find the words as his eyes slowly looked down at the knife sticking out of his abdomen. He reached forward with shaky hands as his hands hovered over the knife handle. It was completely silent as we all watched him.

He took a moment before he grabbed the knife, letting out a pained gasp as he slowly pulled it from his flesh. When it was out, he held it in his hands, his blood coating his skin just before he dropped the blade.

“Jungkook,” he whispered.

My eyes shot up to his as he stared down at me, tears rolling down his cheeks. I was speechless as his legs went numb, forcing him to go crashing to the ground. I quickly reached forward, ignoring my own pain as I caught him in my arms. My own tears started running down my face as I held him in my lap, wrapping one arm around his shoulder, the other hovering over his bloody hands as he tried to stop the bleeding himself. My hands were shaking as I watched his blood slowly dye his white shirt red. He coughed, drawing my attention back to his face; his blood was staining his lips as he stared up at me.

“I’m scared Jungkook,” he cried, “I don’t want to die.”

“You’re not going to die. You’re going to be alright, you hear me, Chimchim?”

He nodded, a faint smile growing on his face when I suddenly felt something warm on my hand. I looked down as one of his hands took hold of mine; I squeezed as I watched his blood stain my skin, and I quickly turned my attention back to his face. He looked white as snow, the life seeming to flush from his normally bright features.

“Don’t blame yourself,” he suddenly whispered.

I shook my head, silently telling him what he wanted to hear, and he smiled the best he could, his eyes scrunching into those familiar crescents, his whole face radiating with warmth. He opened his eyes, giving me one last warm look before his eyes slowly fluttered closed. It all happened so fast as he took his last breath, his hand loosening in mine, slowly slipping from my grasp, and his face losing its usual glow. He looked like he was in a deep sleep, peacefully unaware of the horrors going on around him. I rested his head in my lap, slowly taking off my jacket, and balling it up before placing his head down on it.

“Is he dead?” Chi-do abruptly asked.

I laughed as the tears stopped, replaced by a hunger that demanded to be sated; it burned, igniting something that seemed to have been hiding somewhere deep inside of me. I didn’t give them time to think as I reached for the knife, propelling myself forward to the friend who had pinned my left arm down. I pressed the knife into the base of his neck, pushing him back into the wall behind him. His eyes were wide as he stared at me, shocked by what I’d done. His hands trembled as he reached forward, gripping onto my shoulders with the little strength he had left. I snarled at him as I pushed the blade further into his throat. He coughed, the feeling of his blood spattering on my face making me flinch. I smiled as I watched the life slowly fading from his eyes.

“Holy shit!” Chi-do yelled.

I looked over at him, and his friend, watching me with horror in their eyes. Chi-do stepped backwards, pushing his friend forward in the process.

“What are you looking at? Kill him!”

His friend looked back at him, the fear in his body language as well as his eyes as he turned back to me. I scoffed, turning back to his friend still holding on for dear life. I yanked my knife out, his body going completely numb as he slid down to the ground. I didn’t take my time to admire what I’d done as I lunged for his next friend, the one who had been in the middle, and I kicked him back against a dumpster sitting dormant on the opposite wall. His eyes filled with a desperate fear as I brought my hand up, slashing his throat. He quickly reached up to grab at his neck as the blood began to spurt out of wound. I watched as he sunk to the ground, still clinging to some semblance of his miserable life.

His eyes wandered behind me, and I turned, looking at his friend’s lifeless body. I smiled as I turned back to him, his eyes quickly finding mine. He trembled as he coughed up his own blood, the fear on full display as he watched the monster claw its way inside of me.

I let out a light laugh as I raised my gaze to find Chi-do running away. I hummed as I stepped over his friend’s body, slowly following Chi-do to the open road. I watched as he tripped on his own feet in the middle of the road, and just as he got back to his feet, I took the blade, throwing it like a dart, straight into the back of his leg; he hollered in pain as he fell forward. I watched as he dragged himself onward, still trying to get away even though he knew it was impossible.

I smiled as I stepped out of the alley, quickly moving to stand over his body, and I stepped on the knife in his leg. He screamed in pain, his fingers digging into the pavement. I chuckled, and I leaned down, pulling the knife out of his leg. I could hear his sniffles as he laid on the ground, crying for his mom to come save him. I scoffed as I kicked him onto his back, and lifted him onto his feet. He winced as he put pressure on his injured leg, and he raised his hands in surrender, mumbling intangible things as he pleaded for his life.

“I didn’t mean to kill him, please, you have to believe me,” he begged.

I smirked, “What did I say I would do the next time I saw you?”

Tears rolled down his face as he recollected my words. He was silent as if that would keep him alive. I grabbed onto his shirt collar, pulling him closer as my knuckles went white from my grip. I wanted to hear him say it, and he knew it.

“You said you’d kill me,” he hurriedly spoke.

I smiled, pressing the blade against his cheek gingerly. He cried, trying to turn his head away, but my grip on him kept him in place. I watched his eyes as they stared down at my blade, a weak attempt to see what was surely going to come. I licked my lips, slowly biting down on my bottom lip afterwards. I pressed the blade a little harder into his cheek, drawing a desperate whine from his lips, and then I heard it.

I heard the familiar droning siren—the very siren that signaled the end of the purge.

I looked around as the metallic sound of everyone’s security systems coming to an end called me away from the sirens. Chi-do began to laugh, forcing me to stare at his cocky features. He smiled, turning his attention towards me, his eyes no longer filled with fear.

“Looks like you’re out of time.”

I clenched my jaw as I gripped onto his shirt tighter. My heart raced as Jimin’s smiling face flashed before my eyes. I couldn’t let him die like that.

I stabbed him in the abdomen exactly where he had stabbed Jimin. He let out a groan of pain as he turned his gaze down towards the knife in my hands. He reached up, bunching my shirt in his hands as he tried to push me away. I twisted the knife, drilling the knife deeper inside of him, making one of his hands reach down to stop me. He looked me in my eyes, the cockiness no longer there, but the cold glimmer of death’s door shone the brightest. He gasped as I pushed the knife in deeper, pushing him back onto the ground shortly after.

He gripped onto his wound, looking at it in terror as the blood poured out, and he wheezed for air. He looked up as the color of his skin grew paler, his eyes were begging me to save him as he reached forward. I walked over to him, pressing my foot against his cheek, and pressing his face into the pavement. He gasped, reaching up to grab my foot; the blood on his hands staining my shoes. I waited, listening to him gasp for air beneath my foot as the blood continued to seep from his wound. I waited until his hands fell to his side, and his body went limp.

I took in a deep breath as I stepped back, the weight of what I’d done running over me just as those flashing red and blue lights demanded my attention. I slowly raised my eyes from his body to stare at the two cops aiming their guns at me. They were shouting at me, but I couldn’t hear their words as I registered the small amount of people who were brave enough to leave their homes. I swallowed hard, stumbling back a little as I dropped the knife in my hands. The two cops quickly came to me, slamming my body into the pavement as they cuffed my hands behind my back. I stared at Chi-do’s body, his eyes still open, lifelessly watching me pay for my sins. I smirked at him just before they pulled me to my feet, directing me into the back of their car.

I listened to them as they got on the radio, calling for an ambulance, and I watched as one of them discovered the other bodies. A single tear rolling down my face as I pictured Jimin lying in all that filth. He didn’t deserve that.

Finally, when the two cops returned to their car after waiting for backup, I looked down the alley one more time. The person I had been stared me back in the face. I looked away, lowering my gaze to stare at Jimin’s blood still fresh on my skin. In that moment, I didn’t fully realize what I had become, or see the blood that would inevitably stain my skin. Nor did I fully grasp that I’d never get to see my best friend again.

 “Do you know who I am?” a voice spoke softly to me.

I blinked, lifting my head from the table to stare at the man sitting before me. He smiled at me like someone who’d known me in another life—an old friend. I shook my head as he pushed a bottle of water towards me. I took it eagerly, my throat burning from being so dry. The metallic clank of my metal restraints hitting the metal table made me flinch in the slightest, but I ignoring it, choosing to savor the water that felt bittersweet as it went down my throat, even as I drank the last drop. I wiped my mouth as my eyes fell on the strange man gazing at me.

I had been questioned for hours, recounting the same story over and over, constantly reminding myself of a memory I’d soon rather forget. I willingly gave my freedom for him, and I would have traded places with him if I could turn back time. The world seemed darker without Jimin there to pull me out. I looked away as the thought crossed my mind.

“I can make this all go away,” the man suddenly spoke.

I hurriedly looked up at him as he subtly nodded in agreement with his own words.

“Would you like that, Jungkook?”

I looked over at the camera in the corner of the room, but I knew no one was watching, or at least no one who cared about us meeting was watching. I turned my gaze back to him, searching his face, but the warm look he carried never faltered for a second. I could see it in his eyes though, I could see something dark, and familiar, swimming in the depths of his irises.

“What’s the catch?” I spoke accusingly.

“For your freedom?”

He placed his hands on the table, interlocking his fingers as a darker smirk curled his lips.

“Your loyalty,” he leaned forward, “From this moment on, you will follow me to the end of the world, and you’ll become the son I can be proud of.”

I would have followed Jimin to the end of the world, and back again. I nodded, blindly signing my life over to the man who was now my father. He laughed lowly, a proud look in his eyes as the lead detective came back into the room. I looked at him as he came to stand beside my father, his golden badge glistened against the afternoon sun, the letters on his badge a bold black as I read the name: Det. Minsik. I looked between them as both of their lips curled into mischievous grins. I could feel the monster inside of me whispering with the monsters I knew to be in them.

 I heard Jimin’s voice one last time before the darkness ate his memory whole…

 Don’t be afraid to let go.

[infinityknight25]

Freddy Vs Wolverine

Fog covered the ground, green grass and light brown dirt. Logan Howlet, better known to some as the Wolverine walked toward a blanket under a tall tree. Jean Grey layed on her side watching Logan as he walked up and layed down beside her. "I've missed you so much."He said to her. She smiled. "Why did you stay away so long?" Logan ran his fingers through her beautiful red hair. "I had to take care of a few things." Her brown eyes showed curiosity. "Like what?" Logan's smile started to fade. "It doesn't matter." "I think it does to them."She replied nodding toward something behind Logan. He turned around to see Vlad Dracula and a sea of others. "We're waiting for you Logan." Sneered the Vampire. His appearance had not changed since that fateful day. "Logan....." Jean said in a panicked voice. "What have you done?" She was holding her abdomen. Blood started pouring between her fingers. "Jean....Jean!!!" Logan screamed as he picked up her body just before it went limp. She looked back up at him with dead eyes. "You've killed all of us." Tears grew in Logan's eyes. "You what?"Jean said in an angry tone. "You loved me so much you couldn't see me suffer!" "Jean..." Logan's legs buckled and he fell to his knees on the blanket. The sea of people moved in and began bombarding him with harsh words of their deaths by his hand. I step out from behind a tree on a hill in the distance. Tapping my blade's that adorn the beaten brown leather glove on my right hand on my left shoulder. He never notices me here. I found him a week ago. Such a tortured soul. And I have seen visions of him dying and coming back to life. He's terrific. A perfect target that I can toy with and kill over and over until I can find a way to end him permanently. Plus look at these horrifying sights. This guys already a mess. He's waking, soon I'll begin a whole new nightmare for The Wolverine. Logan woke with a roar as Storm entered to check on him. Her white Mohawk had yet to be groomed for the day. Logan..... are you okay? She asked shakenly. She looked down at Logan's hands from across the room. Logan looked down to see his claws were out. He was panting. Yeah Ororro.... Im sorry to wake you like that.It's fine I heard you from down the hall and was concerned you spent half the night screaming. I know you got your walls extra insulated and have the kids sleeping on the other end of the school. Normally the teachers can't hear you. We all could hear you. Logan lowered his head in a sort of defeat. I'm sorry the dreams..... they.... their getting worse.He said. Ororro's concern was all over her face. Maybe Betsy can look into your mind and help you figure out what's going on? Logan sat on the side of his bed. He began to rub his face. I don't know... maybe... It's just bad dreams I can handle it. I've dealt with them for so long. Storm sat down beside Logan and kissed him on the cheek. It's okay to ask for help. Maybe go visit Betsy after school is done. Go ahead and get ready. I'll see you down at breakfast.Ororro got up and headed out the door with a pucker of the lips and a wink. Betsy was sitting in her class room going over a few different lessons for the week when an old friend came through the door. He was wheel chair bound and bald. "Betsy."He said in a soft sweet voice. She looked up from the lessons and set her purple ink pen down. It was Charles Xavier. Charles how .... your... Nevermind all that right now. I've come to speak with you about Logan. I know you've heard his screaming down the hall. He's not sleeping very well. I want you to help him. What do you mean? Like drug his food? Psylocke questioned. Xavier smiled. No use your gifts this afternoon to put him in a coma like state so he can get some much needed rest. I would do it but I think it would hurt his pride. However if you go in and speak to him about say how students are doing in your mutant self defense classes I'm sure his guard will be down enough where you can gently ease him into a nice sleep. Betsy sat thoughtful for a moment. "Okay I'll do it. I better go eat breakfast before my students come." She said getting up and walking out of the room. Once Psylocke left the room, Xavier's complexion began to change to a burnt skin. His clothes changed to a ratty red and green sweater. Freddy smiled. "Like a lamb to a slaughter." He threw his head back and laughed. Betsy sat up quickly in her bed. It had been a dream. She got up and went to her dresser. She stared into her mirror. "Should I really go through with it?" She thought out loud to herself. "If I do Logan could be so mad at me. But then again he really needs the rest." She grabbed a pink Floyd shirt and a pair of blue jeans. "I don't think I'll do it. I can't do that to Logan." She continued to think out loud. Betsy looked at her digital alarm clock. "I gotta go get breakfast before I'm late for class. "She said as she closed the door of her room behind her. She made her way down the hall to the kitchen. Several students were finishing breakfast. Deadpool was sitting at the table eating pancakes. He was the only one dressed in his fighting outfit. He wore his X-force uniform. Black in the places of his typical costume but where red would normally be was grey. Deadpool also had red contacts in. Wolverine came in quietly and began making his breakfast. Psylocke watched quietly from the other side of the kitchen as she ate her breakfast quietly. "Hey Logan. Heard you canceled all you classes for the day. Why don't you and I go out and pick up a couple of ladies. Then we can go get some chimichangas and maybe see a movie." Wolverine slammed right fist with his claws out into a cabinet just above Deadpool's head. "Wade..... Shut up!!" Logan growled. "Hey! Okay no day out then. I'm gonna get going. See yah." Deadpool replied. "Logan! Was that necessary?" Storm asked as she came in the room. Logan let out a huge sigh. "I'm sorry Ororro. I guess the lack of sleep is really getting to me." Storm went over and rubbed his back as they stood by the sink. "It's okay. I gotta go get ready to start class. Why don't you go to your office and relax. Or you could go for a motorcycle ride." Logan sat thoughtful for a second. "Yeah I'll probably do one of those." Betsy sat quietly unnoticed during the entire encounter. Quietly chewing her cereal. She was suddenly leaning more toward putting Wolverine in that temporary coma that Xavier had suggested. Wether it was a dream or not.