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Renegade- A JJK Oneshot

Genre: Hybrid AU, Bandit/Runaway AU, angst, romance, and if you squint, there’s a bit of fluff.

Pairing: Rabbit Hybrid! Reader x Human! Jungkook 

Warnings: Crimes, stealing, swearing, a small hint of violence, a dash of anxiety and slowly growing feeling.

Summary: Choi Jae-Hwa is probably the most wanted criminal in her small village. The rabbit hybrid is forever trying to find a safe place to hide, but is always fund by the police. Humans have never shown her any type of respect, even before her family was taken away from her, but when a human bumps into her when she’s running from the police, what’s a bunny to do?

Word count: 5.2k words

Post Date: 22/05/19

Part of the Green Tea and Melodies series

Song: ‘Run’ - BTS

A/N: Hey TaeCups and SugaKookies, I’m so sorry I haven’t been active...like at all. I kinda broke my laptop so I couldn’t get started on this as soon as I wanted to. But, this is a collaboration with the one and only @worldwidebt7 so please keep an eye for an illustrated version of this oneshot. Please enjoy the show!

The Oneshot ll The Comic

“It has recently been reported that that troublesome hybrid, Choi Jae-Hwa, has been apprehended by the local police this morning, let’s hope that they have her for more than 24 hours” 

The TV outside of the temporary cell blared on about things happening in the world, which was quite enjoyable, despite the fact that it was muted. The local radio made up for the lack of sound. The shackles around my wrists was nothing new to me. It’s been like this for years. Since my parents had been hunted and killed by a pack of wolves, I have been on my own since I was 11. I remember what happened so clearly.

~10 years prior~ 

We had gone on a walk in the forest, hand in hand with my parents, Yoona and Taemin. My parents’ relationship baffled quite a lot of people, considering my mother was a bunny hyrbid and my father was a fox hybrid, but they somehow made it work. I ran ahead of my parents, looking at the flowers that grew.

“Eomma, look!” My eleven year old self called out to her, pointing at a Lily of a Valley. My mother walked over, looking at the pretty flora.

“Very pretty, just like you!” She exclaimed, pressing a kiss to my cheek before joining my father once more. Suddenly, I could sense the worry of my mother. She was turned away from me, looking towards the deeper part of the woods. Her ears were at their fullest height and her body was tensing up. 

“Honey, are you alright?” My father asked, turning her face towards him. My mother’s coffee brown eyes were scared, terrified. 

“We need to get out of here. Now! Jae-Hwa, come on, we’re leaving.” She answered my father before calling out to me. Just as I grabbed my mother’s hand, a pack of wolves jumped out from behind the trees. 

“A family I see, a full course meal.” The biggest and clearly the leader called out to the pack and my family, licking his lips. He charged at my father, knocking him to the ground. He started to bite him, first his arms, then his stomach. 

“Yoona. take Jae-Hwa and run!” He called out weakly, attempting to bite back to no avail. My mother was about to turn when she was taken out from behind and in the same position as my father. There was nothing I could do. 

“Jae-Hwa, run!” was the last thing my mother cried out before she couldn’t do anything but accept her fate. I followed her words, turning on my heel and running away from the scene. I was quite fast for a rabbit hybrid, being able to outrun the female wolves that ran after me. I ran as far as I could before I reached the small village I called home, but this time, returning without my only guardians.

Times sure do change, don’t they? I had been caught up in my own thoughts, not realizing that it was now dark outside. Well, time to execute the plan...again. I always kept a bobby pin in my hair, which it pinned back my fringe. Despite being handcuffed, it was surprisingly simple to grab the sliver of metal. With the bobby pin in hand, I began to pick the lock on the cuffs, hearing a satisfying ‘clink’, telling me I succeeded with step one. I quietly shifted to the other side of my cell before a voice interrupted me.

“Escaping again, I see.” Seungri’s voice rung out across the empty hall. I smiled softly at his voice. Seungri had been the only person who actually bothered to talk to me from behind his own bars. 

“You’ve seen me do it so many times, yet you still haven’t told them. I can’t help but wonder as to why. Care to tell me?” I responded, pressing my back against the wall, curiosity getting the better of me. 

“I know you only do this to survive, you’re nineteen, you can’t do anything about it, it’s your way of survival.” He called out, leaning forward on the bars that kept him in the small human enclosure. I smiled weakly, before parting my lips to speak again.

“Hey Seungri, thanks...for having my back.” I mumbled sincerely, grabbing some loose bricks on the wall. He smirked and gave you a kind look.

“No problem, kid.” He finished the conversation before heading back to his small bed. Just as I started to squeeze through the small window, a guard began to walk down the hall.

“Hey, what are you doing!?” The structured, wide shouldered man started yelling, pulling his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the barred enclosure. My fight or flight instincts kicked in. If I don’t run, I will possibly be thrown into some sort of pit. Then again, I’m already destined for hell. But I can’t possibly fight this man, he’s probably been through a lot of training and there is no way that someone like me will be able to win, especially a rabbit hybrid. I squeezed my thin body through the bars and dropped to the ground below just as he entered. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. I’ve escaped this place many times before so this wasn’t difficult to do. Now, where to go now? So I did the only thing I knew how to do since I was 11. 

I ran.  

I was well away from the small community jail, even though a statement had been issued for my arrest...again. The evening markets were lit up like a Christmas tree and the smell of the food was causing my stomach to rumble. I flipped up my dirty lilac hoodie and tried my best to flatten my ears. I walked into the bustle of the market, chatter and the laughter of the small village children echoed throughout the small venue. My attention was turned to a stall that seemed to be selling baked goods, cakes, bread, pastries, the whole lot. The short and plump woman that stood behind the display table was busy talking with customers and making sure the bread in the small portable oven was burning. ‘She won’t notice if I swiped a few things, will she?’ I thought to myself, taking a loaf of bread from the table as well a blueberry muffin and was reaching for a croissant when the woman grabbed my bony wrist in her hand.

“And just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” She asked, her eyes piercing holes in my personal bubble. I attempted to shake her hand off but her grip only tightened. 

“I asked you a question, now answer me, girl!” She yelled with an authoritative voice, her other hand flicking off my hoodie, revealing my ears. Being one of the few hybrids in town since my parents were killed, people immediately recognized me. A wave of anxiety hit me and once again, fight or flight kicked in. I could either confront the woman and end up being handed in to the police or run with food in hand. The latter seemed to be the better idea, so with a final glance towards the woman, I sped off. I could hear the woman yell something along the lines of ‘You mangy animal!’ but I couldn’t hear her. Some people tried to chase after me, but being an animal with agility, none of them could catch me. I was looking behind me as I kept running through the market, smirking when I saw how far behind me they were. Doing this however meant I didn’t see the figure in front of me. I ran into them, knocking me to the ground. While the loaf of bread stayed in my grasp, the blueberry flew out of my pocket and into a nearby bush. 

Well, there goes dessert... 

I held my head for a moment to stop it from spinning. Suddenly, a voice spoke and a hand was in front of my face. 

“I’m so sorry, miss. Are you alright?” The voice was one that sounded like it belonged to an angel and when I lifted my head, he certainly looked like one. His soft brown hair hung in front of his eyes, his skin was like honey but his most mesmerizing was his big doe eyes. If he had a tail or antlers, I would have mistaken him for a deer hybrid. I slowly took his hand, the break still in my hand.

“I’m fine.” I said coldly. I didn’t let his features get in the way of the fact that he was a human. Humans were ruthless and they cared not for any hybrids, only to lock them up, sell them and mistreat them. I stood up and brushed off my knees and went to walk away from him when he called out to me.

“Hey, be careful. There’s a swarm of people down there looking for someone who fits your looks. I would suggest heading back into town. It’s safer there.” He informed me and smiled warmly. I nodded before brushing past him, walking in the direction that leads back to the village. I climbed the small hill that wasn’t that well lit. I saw the plump woman wailing to a policeman, probably about our ordeal. I smiled to myself, knowing that I escaped their grasp twice today.

Sunrise was always the prettiest over the village. Especially when you are perched on top of the school building roof, it’s where you got the best view. My chestnut brown hair didn’t look greasy in the light and it made the freckles on my mocha skin visible. I loved these times, where I wasn’t constantly on the run from the police, being given stares from parents and shielding me from their children’s vision like I was some sort of beast. I was used to it though. Most people in the village resented or were afraid of me, well, everyone except one. Kim Seokjin, the owner of the local cafe and the person who has known me since I was a baby. Which I was on my way to see. He always supplies me breakfast and never gave up on me, even after I started getting into trouble with the police. I pushed the glass door open, the bell above it ringing. Seokjin’s gaze snapped up from wiping down the breakfast bar/counter and gave me a loving smile. 

“Well, if it isn’t Snowy Valley’s most wanted. Welcome back, JaeJae. How have you been?” He announced as soon as he saw me. I smile at my nickname and went to the counter.

“Oh, you know. It was on the radio again. I was able to escape. If they keep putting me in the same cell, they are never gonna learn that I can escape so easily. Although, I ran into someone last night. I’ve never seen him before, but he wasn’t scared of me, nor did he seem to recognize me but he warned me of a search party that was assigned to me.” I explained, my ears turned sideways in confusion. Seokjin smiled and walked towards to the barista coffee maker and started making me my usual, a mug of hot mocha. 

“I believe that’s the new kid. He came in here a few weeks ago and introduced himself as Jungkook. He seemed like a nice kid. Said he recently moved in to finally live on his own. He was very quiet and reserved however. He did seem comfortable talking to me. Overheard the news report on you and asked me if I knew you.” 

“To which you replied yes?”

“Well, considering you are like my daughter, I had no choice but to say yes. After I confirmed that, he smiled to himself and whispered something about you being adorable.” I blushed at the last comment. 

“Jin, stop it. No he didn’t. How old is he, he seemed pretty young to me.”

“Only a couple years older than you, he’s 21.” He looked younger if I was being honest. 

“He’s still a human, but a very good looking kid.” I admitted. I watched Jin frown before smirking.

“But not as handsome as me, right JaeJae?” I burst into laughter.

“Of course not.” 

Out and about today was quiet, very quiet for Snowy Valley. The reason for this was probably that it was Monday morning, which meant school went back for another week. I wandered around aimlessly before I stumbled across a newly opened bakery. I peeked inside to see a tall, thin woman who seemed to be in her mid-thirties behind the counter, a kind smile on her face. I slipped inside and looked at the assortment of baked goods that chanted my name from behind the sliding glass door. This was one of those bakeries where they were able to be used by the customers. My stomach rumbled immediately.

I’ll just grab a few loaves and some muffins and I will be gone.

I reached for the bread, successfully grabbing without being detected and with a couple muffins stuffed in my pockets, I headed towards the door. That’s when a shrill voice screeched “Hey! You didn’t pay for those!” At those words, the plump woman from last night appeared from the back, rolling pin in hand. 

“It’s you again, you feral animal!” She shrieked, running from behind the counter and towards me. 

Well, now I was battered, no food and extremely hungry. It was late at night and no one was around. I was in the back alley behind an apartment complex, near the dumpster. My eye was bruised, my muscles hurt and I’m pretty sure my stomach was bruised. 

Looks like I’m sleeping here tonight...

I picked up sounds of footsteps but couldn’t be fucked opening my eyes. 

“Hey, are you alright?” A familiar voice asked, causing me to open my eyes. My gaze was met by the doe-eyed boy from last night. His eyes were glazed with concern and worry. I scoffed.

“Do I look fucking okay to you?” I spat coldly, crossing my arms over my stomach, only to remember that’s where it hurt the most and hissing in pain. 

“Wait, let me help you. I’ll take you to my apartment and I’ll treat you.” He calmly said, grabbing my hand. I ripped my hand from his grip, staring daggers at him. 

“Unhand me, human! Don’t touch me!” I exclaimed, trying to get away from him and run, but my legs refused to move. 

“Okay, I won’t touch you. But please, you’re hurt and if you aren’t treated, it’s only gonna get worse.” He explained with a hint of concern in his voice, as he knelt down to my height. While my brain didn’t trust him, my body acted according to my heart. I followed him with my head hung low and not saying a word. He led me up several staircases and to a door with the number ‘97′ on the door. He unlocked the door and opened the door for me to enter first. I scowled at him and entered the small apartment. I looked at the dark room, my night vision being one of the best thing in the situation. I heard the door slam behind me and I turned around, my ears pricked all the way up in fear. My eyes grew bigger and a small whimper escaped my lips. 

“Woah there, Bugs, no need to freak out. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled, revealing his teeth that looked similar to me. I didn’t realize how much he looked like a rabbit, so much so that it was almost scary. Before a single could escape my lips, he grabbed my wrist and guided me to his bathroom, his grip remaining tight despite me struggling to release myself. He finally reached the bathroom and lifted me up quickly and placed me on the counter, our faces only a mere few inches away. I scowled at him, my bangs covering one of my eyes.

“I can walk myself, you know.” I spat, eyeing him suspiciously as he grabbed ointment and bandages from a cupboard. He only looked at me and chuckled a little.

“It was the best way to make sure you didn’t run away. I can’t let you leave untreated.” He replied, unscrewing the cap from the ointment and instructed me to extend my arms. I still didn’t trust him. My experiences with humans were not pleasant, as my body clearly showed. This was the only way I could survive. I hissed in pain as I felt a cold liquid drop onto one of the scrapes on my wrist, retracting it back as quick as I could.

“That fucking burns!” I shrieked at him, examining the invisible damage. He grasped my wrist and yanked it towards, causing me to growl slightly. 

“Stop being a baby, Jae-Hwa.” He commanded, not looking at me at all, but that right now was the least of my concerns.

“How the hell do you know my name?” I hissed sourly, squinting my eyes as I stared daggers into his soul. He finally looked up and sighed through his nose, only to giggle.

“You’re probably the most controversial citizen, let alone hybrid in this village. How could I not know you. I’m Jungkook, by the way. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He held his hand out for me to shake, but I stared at it before looking at him with my cheeks puffed out.

“Who said you were an acquaintance of mine?” I seethed, my ears flattened against my head in distrust. Jungkook looked a little dejected at my words but I didn’t care. 

“Well, you seem pretty comfortable with me touching you, despite what you’re saying, but Jin said you didn’t like humans that much, him being the only acceptance.” His words sung out almost like a melody as he wrapped my  wrist in a clean, white bandage. I tensed at his words as my eyes wandered down to my wrist, wearing his sculpted hands guided the bandage around my wrist and the lower half of my palm. He secured the white cloth with some medical tape and grabbed a small plastic band-aid and placed it quickly on my cheek. I was slightly taken aback by his action but didn’t say anything. He looked at me for a second and saw the way my arms were folded across the lower half of my stomach. 

“Is there anywhere else that hurts?” He asked, eyes watching my expression carefully. I scoffed and blew my bangs out of my eyes.

“No.” I replied bluntly, lying straight through my teeth. His eyes softened at my words, clearly still concerned.

“Jae-Hwa, I know this may sound weird but, may I look under your shirt?” He requested hesitantly, the fear of rejection smelt so strong, it made me crinkle my nose.

“I-I...fine.” I mumbled in defeat as I lifted my shirt no higher than my middle. A large blue and purple bruise covered the majority of the left side of my stomach, the right covered in red hand prints. Jungkook’s eyes were blown open, clearly terrified at the sight he saw.

“J-Jae-Hwa, how badly does it hurt?” He questioned timidly, his eyes still fixated on the blue and purple flower that was bloomed on my stomach.

“Does it look bad to you, genius? It hurts to even fucking breathe.” I cursed at him, eyes glowing a soft amber before returning to their natural color. 

“S-Sorry, that was dumb question, I get it. But can you please stop acting like such a jerk for five minutes and let me bandage it please. If it stays uncovered, it’s not gonna heal as fast.”

Just let your guard down for a one moment, please...    

I inhaled deeply and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Fine, but I’m extremely thirsty and a bathroom isn’t exactly a comforting environment.” Was any place comforting to me?

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll make some tea, and then we can just talk, so I can understand you a little bit more.” Jungkook excitedly replied, practically bouncing on his toes. I hissed as Jungkook suddenly placed pressure onto my bruise to wrap it up in a similar white cloth that was around my hand. He secured it and moved onto my left elbow. He squeezed a little bit of ointment on, causing me to hiss in pain again. He wrapped up the disinfected graze and weaved his way out of the bathroom, supposedly the kitchen. I groaned as I slipped off the counter and down the passage that connected the rooms together. I saw Jungkook hunched over the stove, preparing to cups of tea and looked at me as he realized my presence.

“I only have green tea. I hope you don’t mind.” He smiled awkwardly as he placed a teabag in each cup. I smiled to myself, making sure he didn’t see, as I played with the strings of my hoodie. That was when I realized how disgusting I looked and felt. Damn my stupidity for not realizing before he dressed me. 

“You alright, Jae?” He asked, using the nickname only Jin called me, hence catching me off guard. Normally, I would have spat a melody of swear words at him, but remembering what he had asked me to do in the bathroom refrained me in doing so.  

“I feel disgusting.” I spoke my mind in a hushed voice, embarrassed at my state. Jungkook chuckled before brushing past me and down the hallway, disappearing into his room. This would be the perfect time to escape, however, I remember that I have nowhere to run, the major factor is that, my feet remained rooted to the ground. A few minutes later, Jungkook emerged from his room with a pair of sweatpants, an oversized shirt and black hoodie in a pile in his hands. 

“I found some clothes that I don’t wear much so you can change into these for tonight. I’ll wash the clothes you’re wearing now if you want, that’s if you’re staying.” He said in a voice that was almost asking, if not begging, me to stay with him. I took the clothes in my hands, simply nodding and quick-walking to his bedroom. His bedroom was small, but not as small as I expected. I decided not to dwell too much and quickly stripped off the lilac hoodie, the white shirt, ripped jeans and the socks with way too many holes than I was willing to admit. I let the sweatpants sit loosely on my waist, the waistband hidden by the shirt several sizes too big and finally the hoodie. I slipped out of his room and back into the kitchen, where Jungkook placed the two teacups on the table and sat down.

“Take a seat.” He said simply, brushing his bangs out of his face. I followed his instructions and slumped into my chair. 

“Now, there’s one thing I want to know, why do you hate humans so much?” He goes straight for the personal question, doesn’t he? 

“Personal experiences, I’ve only been exposed to the evil side of humanity.” I said shortly, looking into the cup of cooling tea before taking a sip.

“But why are you so close with Seokjin?” Jungkook asked, lowering his head in an attempt to look into my eyes under my bangs. 

“I knew him before my parents died. He was best friends with my father, who introduced my mother to him. He consoled me after their death, and I stayed with him until I was discovered by his landlord, who certainly didn’t like hybrids. He threatened Seokjin with homelessness if he didn’t get rid of me. I couldn’t let him live on the streets so I took my leave from the premises. It was for the best. There, you have your explanation. I steal because I have no money whatsoever, therefore I can’t buy anything, besides, I love thrill of being seen but not so much being caught.” I downed the last of my tea before standing up. 

“Thanks for the tea and for treating my injuries, but I have to go.” I said abruptly, not sounding thankful at all. I turned towards the door but before I could leave, I felt a grip on my wrist.

“Oh, no you’re not. You are staying here until you’re 100% healed. It’s too dark and cold out there anyway. Please, Jae-Hwa. Be rational. Just..stay here. Take my room, it’s the least I can do.” Jungkook gave me his big doe eyes, which were utterly adorable that they made me go weak in the knees. 

“Fine, but no funny business.” I said flatly, giving in. I brushed past him and entered his bedroom, pulling back the covers and slipping between them and falling asleep.

I didn’t intend to stay as long as I did. I only planned to stay there for two days, but two days slowly turned into two months. I don’t know how I convinced myself to stay, considering I was staying with the species I hated the most. Jungkook was sweet, kind and considerate, despite me giving him the cold shoulder more often than not. He always made me green tea when I had breakfast and the beverage slowly became my favorite taste ever. The days and nights passed quickly but I often went out at night. Tonight, Jungkook insisted that we went to the markets together as he always got the best food for the best prices than he did at the small supermarket we had. With my newly washed hoodie over my head, Jungkook and I stood in a sea of citizens of the valley. My eyes wandered, spotting the woman who caused me the injuries that littered my body. I felt my blood boiling that such a kind looking woman could make such a cruel act. I latched myself onto Jungkook’s arm in an attempt to keep myself from picking another fight with her.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, looking utterly confused. 

“Just roll with it, Jeon.” I said, calling him by his last name. I guess we grew closer than I first thought.

“Alright, Choi.” He responded coolly. 

He dragged me to almost every stall in the markets, his hands occupied by brown paper bags, filled with a range of different items. He finally stopped at the stall I had been dreading, the bakery stall. The plump woman hadn’t noticed me standing behind Jungkook, clearly blown away by his beauty.

“And how can I help you, sir?” She asked, her voice so sickly sweet, I almost burst into laughter. Jungkook’s eyes scanned the display table before pointing to a loaf of bread and two blueberry muffins. The woman flashed him a smile before grabbing grabbing two different white paper bags, one long one for the bread and a smaller one for the muffins. Jungkook paid the woman and was turning away from her when she finally spotted me. She immediately stopped smiling and her face wrinkled in disgust.

“You filthy animal! What are you going to steal from this nice man? Police! Police!” She yelled, catching the attention of quite a crowd of people. A policeman came running up to the woman, panic written across his face.

“Ma’am, what’s wrong? What happened?” He questioned, watching as the woman broke into fake sobs.

“It’s the hybrid! She tried to rob one of my customers.” She fake cried with a subtle smirk on her face. The policeman saw my lilac hoodie and started booking it after me. My instincts kicked in as I grabbed Jungkook’s hand and started running from the scene. Jungkook exclaimed in surprise, dropping half of the bags, including the loaf of bread. The policeman was hot on our heels as I rounded into an alleyway and climbing on top of a dumpster. The policeman rounded the corner and we were cornered. 

“Choi Jae-Hwa, stand down and we won’t need to do anything irrational.” The broad man commanded, his eyes dark and serious. I looked up at the roof above me before looking back to me. 

“Jungkook, I need you to trust me for a second. It might seem crazy but we’ll leave with our lives.” I said, my eyes filled with sincerity and uncertainty. I had been so cold to this boy and now, I was suddenly asking him to trust me. 

Real smooth, Jae. 

Jungkook looked at the officer before looking back at me. I extended my hand, part of me hoping that he would take my word and trust me. 

“If it means you’re safe, that’s all that matters.” He whispered and took my hnad. A soft blush crept across my cheeks before I jumped up and grabbed onto an low ledge and pulling myself onto the roof above. I reached my hand down for Jungkook to grab.

“Oh, no you don’t.” The policeman called and attempted to grab Jungkook’s ankle. Thankfully, I was able to pull him up, the officer missing him by less than an inch. I looked into Jungkook’s face, just centimeters away from mine. I walked on the tiled roof of the abandoned building...her house. 

“What is this place?” Jungkook asked, looking around before his eyes fixating on the beautiful view of the moon and stars. 

“The place I grew up before all of this.” I explained, pointing to myself, indicating my criminal record. 

“Why did you give up? Why did you rather have been hated for this than trying to fit in?” Jungkook asked. Silence fell upon my lips before I parted them.

“I’ve given them a reason to hate me. No matter how many wounds were on my feet, I always remember one thing...how to run away. It was the only thing I really seem to remember from my childhood. The first time I shifted with my parents and ran around with them. I know they wouldn’t be happy with what I did, but at least they know I’m surviving.” I smiled sadly, until I felt Jungkook take my hand.

“Jae-Hwa, you don’t have to do this alone, you know.” He said calmly as he looked into my moonlit eyes.

“What are you saying?” I asked, my gaze wandering over his features. 

“That I have been crushing on you for far too long. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I love you and I would love to give you the best life I can, even if it means I gain my own criminal record.” My eyes widened. He is really willing to give up his entire life to be with me.

“I-I love you too, Jungkook.” I whispered, looking around. His face moved closer to mine and looked at me with love in his eyes.

“Are you really willing to give everything up?” I asked him, my heartbeat quickening. He smiled with his teeth and intertwined our fingers.

“For you, I’d be willing to give up my life.” He whispered before he pulled me in to kiss him. His lips were soft and sweet, moving professionally across my lips. I broke the kiss and smiled happily. 

“What do you say, shall we go cause some trouble?” I asked with a sneaky smile. He laughed.

“Let’s do it, for we are the renegades of the entire valley.” 

A/N:This is my first one shot ever. I am really proud of how it turned out and I’m sorry if it’s kinda cringey. Reminder, that this onehsot will be illustrated by the magnificent @worldwidebt7 so stay tuned for that. Until next time, my friends.

~ Kookie’s Cup of Tae 

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The Unlikely Flu.

Summary: After you get the flu, your boyfriend tries to look after you the best he can. Jeon Jungkook and Reader (Y/N). Genre: Fluffy. Word Count: 1163 words.

Hey guys! I’m going to be updating more now! I hope you enjoy this quick imagine I wrote last night! Enjoy!!!

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Needless to say, you were sick.

A night on the town in the cold blizzards of Seoul’s August weather saw you catch the unlikely flu, most likely from the thousands of sweaty bodies in the club. Your night of de-stress had quickly turned to one of affliction, sitting in front of the toilet, body trembling with every breath.

Your phone lay neglected on the bathroom floor as you were curled under the shower, the hot water growing increasingly cold. Your head cradled in your knees, arms covering your shivering body. The warmth was gone, almost like a dream. Unable to move, you’d somehow gathered the strength to throw your kimono gown upon yourself before returning to your position over the toilet.  

It was barely nightfall when you’d heard the door to your apartment creak open, immediately recognising the sound of his footfalls in the hallway.

He called your name gently, as if nervous as to what he’d find.

You had attempted to respond, but his name was quickly replaced by spluttering into the toilet bowl.

As his footsteps got closer, you found yourself yearning for his comfort as your head lay on your arm, supported by the seat of the toilet. Your body lay motionless - hunched over on the floor. Your knees and hips burned from the position, but your body threatened another heave if you even moved.

“Y/N?”

His gentle voice rung out, echoing around the white tiled room. The creaking door behind you indicated that you had indeed been found.

You sensed him as he knelt next to you, a hand brushing against your cheek.

“You okay?” His soft voice comes again, embracing you with a sense of comfort and security.

“Flu.” You manage to choke out, careful not to unsettle any part of your aching body. You shiver, body covered in a mixture of hot and cold.

Your eyes land on the boy, hardly focusing. He looks at you worriedly, eyes meeting yours, cheeks and nose slightly pink from the cold. His hand is soft on your cheek, an unspoken comfort.

“Could-” You pause abruptly, body rippling with pain as you cough up nothing but the water your body has been relying on for the last two days.

“Could you please help me to the couch?”

With a quick nod of his head, Jungkook helps you off the floor.

“Put your arm around my-“   Your hand latching onto his, you stumble forwards into his chest - too weak to even stop yourself.

“Or just fall on me, that works too.”

Somehow, you’d managed to find your way to the lounge room. Your apartment seemed like a blurred mess to you, but your boyfriend gingerly leads you through the maze and helped you sit.

A blanket is put around your shoulders in an effort to somehow cease your shivering.

Rubbing your arms, Jungkook kneels down in front of you. “Okay?” You nod weakly. “Do you need anything?” You shake your head. “A bucket?” Another shake of the head. “Food?” The thought of food makes you wince in disgust, which he takes as a ‘no’. “A cuddle?” You nod weakly, spreading your arms open.

Sitting next to you, he pulls you gently into his arms, fingers drumming against your skin. You sigh in relief, fatigue creeping in.

Your bones hurt, your knees aching - bruised and red from kneeling. A thin layer of sweat also coats your skin as hot and cold flushes come.

“You okay?”

You can only hum in response, eyes closed, breathing slow. His fingers pass over your forehead, lingering as he tries to determine your temperature.

“I think you’ve got a fever Y/N.” Again, you groan in response.

“Y/N.” His tone is different this time, lower and more urgent. Your eyes flick open, where you see him staring down at you in concern.

“A fever?” You repeat, brows furrowed. He nods, fingers grazing your cheek, and lips slightly open.

“Do you want me to get you some medicine? Actually,” he sits up on the edge of the couch, “I’m going to get you some anyway. You’re too sick Y/N.”

Begrudgingly, you allow him to get you medicine, to which tastes absolutely horrible. He also returns with a wet flannel which, once laying down with your head in his lap, is placed on your forehead. A second wet flannel that you hadn’t seen is used to pat down the rest of your exposed face, as well as your neck. 
The cold water feels so soothing on your inflamed skin, it makes you close your eyes in relief.

“You okay?” “Mmhm.”

How long you’re laying there, looking half dead, you have no idea. But, when your eyes open you notice Jungkooks eyes fluttered shut in the darkness, his body lapsed against the couch.

How late was it?

Shifting your gaze from his sleeping figure to your alarm, you see the blue glow of the numbers 1:26am.

You sigh heavily, pulling off the now warm flannel off of your forehead. Your stir seems to awaken your boyfriend, who now looks at you wide awake, hand brushing over your cheek.

“Are you okay?” “Mmhm… but I would like to go to bed…” Your response trails off, the thought of you walking making you feel physically sick.

As he sits up slightly, you notice just how tired he really is. “Do you want me to help you?”

Responding with a smile and a shake of the head, you set yourself up as if you’re proving that you’re well again.

“You can come… I don’t want you to sleep on the couch.”

And with that, you two are walking towards your room. But a bitter bubbling in your stomach and a burning sensation in your throat leads you else wear. Rushing straight to the bathroom, you throw up the contents in your stomach - absolutely nothing.

It feels like wildfire, spreading down your throat and into the pit of your stomach. The rhythmic patting of a hand on your back brings you some comfort at least, helping to pull you up as you push your body off the floor and into standing position.

Bucket next to your side of the bed, you lay with a new wet flannel on your forehead whilst one hand lays on your stomach, and the other is intertwined with Jungkooks. Another dose of medicine ceased your uncontrollable shivering and nausea, leaving your body drained. You dared not to move as the fear of vomiting once again infected your mind.

“Hey,” you hear Jeon whisper, “do you need anything?” “A cuddle.”

And with the simple two words, you were tangled in the embrace of Jungkook, his scent, breathing and comfort providing you with a sense of security and reassurance. “Goodnight.” You whisper, aside from the fact it was almost two in the morning.

A chuckle escapes the boy as he brings his fingers over your cheek once again. His eyes seem to sparkle despite the darkness. “Goodnight, you idiot.”

[venycady]

Possessive Love(JJK) - 💜 photoshoot 💜 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1210221175-possessive-love-jjk-%F0%9F%92%9C-photoshoot-%F0%9F%92%9C?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Veny_candy&wp_originator=vA6oYfija%2BczpZklKZ%2FnUwdm8srVbOs6NgLOv0EjtjpvbZwrjppZPvtqMxy3RxGes%2BupROCaX7bKkINuUzoPVLGjg5r3ZlVW%2FPsF1RjKZh6%2BgvLIHUbzDkl3vD8c%2FriA Jk : Dare to step out and it won't be good ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jk : you made a mistake by touching what's mine . Even if love can't be expressed with words it can be through the eyes . His love for her was possessive but pure let's see will his possessiveness with lead to something wrong....He wanted her all by himself

[i-put-the-hot-in-psychotic]

The Library ~ JJK

Tags: JeonJungkookxReader, Mystery, Haunted, Dark Academia, Love

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She made her way down the arched structed hallways towards the library. Upon arrival she made way towards one the backside of the library where the history books were normally allocated, here less people visited. A window stood to her left overlooking a part of the schools’ old grounds. It was an isolated area a small corner, a nook but the smell of old books and wood made her feel relaxed and somewhat at peace from all the troubles she normally has running through her mind.

She sat down and organized her things. The looked at the leather notepad her grandmother had given her and briefly smiled with the thought of her. With a sigh she opened it to start to get her work done. The sun was starting to set and with a sigh exhaled, she let her head rest on her head. Her eyes gazed around the room whether as a break or as a minute to regain her thoughts. Her eyes finally landed on the window where her brows furrowed, she had not noticed the man that was standing in front of the table overlooking the garden. She stood up a bit straighter, as to who this man was she did not know, but seeing from his clothing he could have been a professor of some sort.

Upon eyeing him further she was concerned yet intrigued none the less, as to his choice of clothing as it seemed to be a bit outdated towards the time however, to her she nodded in satisfaction as this man had taste and not wearing the typical generic clothing. Her eyes continued to roam and finally wanting to see who this man was. His face was hit with the golden hour of the sun as his eyes were closed. He seemed he was enjoying the warmth the sun was radiating, the side of his lip slowing turning upwards into a smirk. His hair was light brown and looked thin and smooth from the looks of it. He finally opened his eyes and gazed through the window for a few more seconds until he begun to turn around to leave. As he was turning to make his leave his eyes landed on the figure that was currently sitting on the table right in front of him. His eyes landed on the elbow currently resting on the table and how it was covered in a brown cardigan, finally gazing upward he saw a soft jaw and full pink lips. His eyes finally met two brown pools surrounded by long eyelashes adorned in gold circular spectacles.

As he continued to move, he noticed that this women’s gaze was fixated on him and for a long time he finally felt a sense of shock taking over his body. His body took a holt at the realization that she could see him. He had never experienced anything like this before. The beam of sunlight made the girl furrow her eyebrows and squeeze her eyes from the golden rays which made it a bit difficult for her to see his facial features. When finally, the sun had set, and the sun light moved in the right time her eyes adjusted and saw nothing of the man that once stood in front of her. She looked around her to see if she could catch a glimpse of the gentleman, but all she was met with was the silence of the library she was in.

After staring where once stood the young man blinking in void, she shrugged it off, her shoulders slightly slouching down as she felt a sense of sadness overtake her, for an unknown reason that she could not see the man. Nonetheless, a string of hope and happiness that there was indeed somebody who did visit the history section of the library. She smiled at the window as she saw a tree in the distance hug the wind that slightly danced with its leaves, and in silence she continued her work with these mysterious men on her mind in hopes they will cross each other’s path once more, little did she know he was behind her wanting to get to know about this mysterious girl that saw him as well.

[liselottevermillion-blog]

Tacenda || Jeon Jungkook X Reader (AU) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/MMr6b5V9XN Born a humble peasant, Y/N has lived simply day by day as the daughter of a merchant in the capitol, and never assumed things would change. But one fateful day would change the course of her life, when faced with a deadly challenge against blood thirsty vampires living within the castle she resides in. Now, with the eyes of the dreaded dark King upon her, her life of simplicity would now become a tangled web of secrecy, deceit, and desire.

[cloudyyoonji]

Your Faith In Me - College AU

Jeon Jungkook x Reader.

Summary: After receiving a bad grade on a paper you studied day and night for, your boyfriend is out to change your bittersweet day into one of euphoria.

Genre: SO MUCH FLUFF!

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You trudge through the entryway, backpack dragging behind you as your mind replays the bittersweet event of today. 

You bend down to untie your laces, your binder discarded to the side. The coat that sits around your shoulders slips down your arms, mirroring your feelings of indifference and failure. 

At this point, all you want to do is relax in a warm bath, release your troubles like a bath bomb; fizzing into euphoria. 

But as you head towards your bedroom, your heart sinks further into your chest, building a pressure you knew all too well.

But even pressure has to release itself. Through shaking hands, wet cheeks, and muffled sobs, you pour out the memory of today through tears. 

“Y/N?” 

His voice comes like the calm within the storm, a calm that comforts you even from afar. But it drowns in stormy seas of despair and fear. 

“Can I come in?” 

You cannot even answer, caught up in the stupid number on the piece of paper. All you want to do is feel better.

The door opens, your worried boyfriend behind it. Upon seeing your tears, he immediately embraces you. 

He understood. Though he didn’t understand your course very well, he tried so hard to help you in any way he could. 

“I just don’t understand,” You cry, head in his shoulder. 

“Understand what baby?” His voice is soft, comforting. 

“How I studied so hard for that test and only managed to scrape up a 48.” 

You feel him pull you closer to him, thumb rubbing against your waist in an almost hypnotic motion. You’d both had your fair share of bad grades of the last few years. Your courses weren't easy all of the time. 

“I’m going to do everything in my power to get you to feel better y/n.” His words come like a lifeboat in your stormy sea. 

He guides you to the couch. You see the cogs already spinning in his head, a plan forming only he knows. 

“Stay here. I’ll be back.”

And so you do, sitting on your couch exhausted and still half crying. 

Jungkook appears, in his hands a fluffy blue blanket which he lays it down on the floor. 

“Come down here.” 

You give him an incredulous look, kneeling next to him. 

“Lay down on the blanket for me.”

So you obey his ridicule request, watching in question as he pulls the corner of the blanket over you. 

And suddenly your rolling. Or rather being rolled up inside the blanket in some kind of blanket burrito. 

You can’t help but laugh at his plan. It really was working. 

Picking you up and setting you on your feet, you smile up at Jungkook who only laughs, nose crinkling at the sight of you in a blanket burrito. 

Next, in his brilliant plan, he leads you to the kitchen, setting you on a chair as he rummages through the cupboards. “Hm... let's see. You can’t eat burritos because well... that's cannibalism y/n.”

You throw your head back at that comment, bringing a smile to your boyfriends face.

“What about instant Ramen?” You suggest, “We can’t burn that.” 

It's his turn to laugh at your comment. 

So, of course, you two eat, the fluffy blanket now covering you both in its cozy warmth as you both sit on the couch, controllers in hand.

“I’m tracer!” You announce.

“I’m already tracer.” Your boyfriend responds. 

“Agh,” You groan, “Widowmaker then!”