#jinkook fanfiction

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♡ deepslowpanic Jinkook Fics ♡

What it feels like next to you [ E | 10k ] soulmates | 5+1 | meet cute | awkward flirting and banter | seokjin doesn't understand innuendo | idiots to lovers | cute and funny

The Best By Far is You [ E | 9k ] friends to lovers | roommates | emotional hurt/comfort | body worship | seokjin needs to be taken care of | love confessions

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“Small steps are better than no steps” -

unknow author.

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tags: Childhood love, fools in love, confession, teenagers, past vs present, adul life, studies

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Title: i'm a brand new filter that you've never seen before. (Rating: General Audiences, Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Tags: Member x Member, worried dongsaengs, jin and jungkook's birthdays are close in this fic)

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"You hags! There are not enough children in the world to make thee young and beautiful" -Hocus Pocus🎃

🔮BTS as Halloween's Movies according to ChatGPT🔮

(Like or reblog, don't repost pls!🧙‍♀️)

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Thinking about a pistilverse #jinkookau where:

Actor Kim Seokjin (Pistil) and singer Jeon Jeongguk (Stamen) are at the peak of success. They meet at a private party, where they hit it off and Jeongguk suggests they go have a drink at his place, but Seokjin politely declines.

Months later, Jeongguk coincidentally moves into the same building as Seokjin because his house was found by sasaengs. From neighbours they become friends, remembering their meeting at the party with amusement and laughing at how bold Jeongguk was with his invite.

While Jeongguk is resting after finishing his world tour, Seokjin starts studying the script of his new movie – an erotic thriller – and asks Jeongguk to help him rehearse his lines.

And one day, a pre-kiss scene extends to real kissing.

But a relationship between them would be impossible because Jeongguk's flowers are the wrong colour: everyone knows that Seokjin only has pink flowers on his back, and a Pistil with flowers of different colours is considered a slut, so Seokjin's reputation would suffer from it.

Their attraction, however, is so strong that they decide to try anyway, being cautious and keeping everything under wraps, without even telling their managers.

But will they manage to fake disinterest when Seokjin's co-star gives up the role and Jeongguk is hired to replace him?

[jung-shook-iieee]

Pairing: seokjin x (f) reader. (Sugar baby / sugar daddy.)

Warnings : smut, sugar baby/sugar daddy ( established but not much mentioned in the fic.) , age gap ( seokjin is significantly older by 10 years.), well our jinniee is kinda soft here, breeding kink, slight praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex?(m) receiving, and more. 18+ Minors DNI.

Author’s note : I can’t help but imagine jinniee as a hot and single sugar daddy, lmao. ಠ_ಠ > Please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. 🥳

“ You’re ruining your dress and makeup pretty. ”

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Life really brings the best out of you. From attending your classes at the crack of dawn and working as a waitress in your nearby expensive restaurant to this. You remember telling yourself to not get into any trouble as this job probably pays all your bills. But being a genuine trouble maker you were. You really couldn’t keep the promise you made to yourself 5 months ago.

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And hence your choices lead you here - on your knees - sucking off a man who’s a decade older than you in your new Louis Vuitton dress that he just bought for you.  Although you thought that you wouldn’t continue depending on him financially as soon as you start making some cash but jin doesn’t really favours that.

Jin wasn’t a bad man, of course he wasn’t. He was kind enough to take care of your all expenses like buying your course books, paying rent, groceries, wardrobe and pretty much else. And simply in return he just wants you to be present and be with him on those times when nothing really occupies his mind.

“ Does it look pretty on me, daddy? "  You took out his dick from your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound and tilted your head innocently asking him. Jin sweared he could’ve busted right there and then on your pretty face but he got a grip on himself. He picked you up and made you sit on his lap. ” Of course it does princess. I know what looks good on you. “ He kissed your neck and snaked his arm around your waist then to your glistening cunt. He wanted to feel your wetness around his digits so badly.

Seokjin Kim is a gentleman by heart. He really is.. and it’s really surprising to know that his ring finger is empty- he got the looks.. By looking at his face one could easily tell that God really took his time in creating  him, he got money-I mean so much, and charm In his grasp. He’s an important man in the country and very influential too. Maybe that’s why you’re still not ready to let him go.

You’d dammed yourself if you do so because a man like jin is once in a lifetime experience and having yourself pampered by him is more than enough.

” Do you miss me when I’m not with you.? “ He tapped his fingertip at your entrance and made circles around your clit with another fingertip. You take a sharp breath and turned your face towards his to kiss him. Soon jin pulled away and moaned inhaling your scent.

” Mhhmm. “

” Are you saying that just to make me happy? “  He flickered your nipple with his other hand. Making you hiss at the sensitivity.

” No-No.. I really do miss you…daddy.“ You threw your head back on his broad shoulder. He hummed at your answer and buried his finger inside your cunt. He likes it this way.. You on his lap, all spread out, head on his shoulder while he lazily fuckes his fingers into you. The sound your pussy makes while getting fingered excites him even more. He loves to play with your clit and twisting his knuckles deep inside you as you come undone on his lap. He hasn’t even fucked you properly and you’re so lost in your bliss that you do not notice how relaxed  and comfortable you got in his hold.

He carried your limp body, he slowly placed you on his bed, eyes grazing gently at your body up and down as you catch your breath. You looked so pretty so pure to him, your eyes rolled back, mouth slight agape, your legs all spread out offering your glistening and swelled cunt to him. He walked back and started Unbuckling his belt slowly. The sound of his belt hitting the ground made you look at him. The lust filled eyes of yours was inviting him to fuck you however he wants. You were his, you were at his mercy tonight. And he completely loved that fact.

On nights during his trips when he missed you deeply he always thought of your pretty face and pretty body while fisting his cock, gripping it tight till it’s tip is Reddened just so he could imagine your tight gummy walls wrapped around him. But he knew his rough and calloused palm would never compare to the feeling of your tight cunt. You were different from all, your voice, your expressions , your taste.. Fuck it’s all too different from others. You were the best he had till now. He could never get tired of your sweet pussy.

He undressed himself and slowly hovered you from above. Your small petite body looked so tiny in front of his. He placed his knees in between your legs and lowered his head to kiss your already swelled lips. Your tiny hands held his cheeks as he devoured your mouth again. He was rubbing his rough knees on your folds making you moan in between  the kiss. God! He could never get tired of your moans. You only encouraged him to rip those Sluttry moans out of you even more.

You tapped his shoulder two times because you couldn’t breath and he broke the kiss right away. You were gasping for air, you looked like a mess, his mess to be accurate. ” I missed you too.“ He whispered and licked the mixture of saliva of his and yours from the corner of your lips. He then slowly came in between your legs and placed his dick at your enentrance. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck as he pushed the tip inside of you.

You groaned feeling the euphoric stretch. Jin too groaned feeling your warm and tight walls around his dick. Automatically you eyes were closed shut as you felt him deeper inch by inch. He cursed when he completely buried himself inside you. His fingers gently groped your tits and flickering your nipples with his thumb. He slowly moves letting you adjust to his size.

” Daddy will fuck you good mmhh.. “ He whispered on your lips as he increased his speed. His thrusts were getting faster and rougher. He continuously kissed you in between and twisted your nipples making you cry from pleasure. You could only mumble a ’yes daddy please’.

” I’m gonna breed you, daddy’s gonna fuck his baby into your tiny pussy and make you his, kay? “  It wasn’t a question. Both of you knew it wasn’t. Seokjin is going to do it, he’s anything but a liar. And besides you weren’t going to say no to him,were you? Isn’t it what you’ve been thinking about lately. A smile stretched upon your lips as you felt him Cumming deep inside you pussy.

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Mmhhh... So i guys as I said before I lost my first acc.. My heart was shattered when I couldn't login back :) I had poured my blood, sweat & tears all in that acc, I had over 61 drafts without any backup, 700+ followers, I don't even remember the no. Of notes & people interacting on my blog. I somehow made a safe community for myself but then some people were nagging regarding the slow updates and the dark content I used to upload... I mean I have a life too, I'm an adult , I have responsibilities and I simply cannot write 24/7 and give them updates. But other than that i still adored and loved my blog.

I'm not completely sure about starting fresh but i cannot just give up :) my stories deserved to be here on this platform. I want to share them with you lovely people:) I hope you support me in this small journey of mine. 💛

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Masterlist

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

put me together, fix me right (i don’t want to be a monster anymore) by JINKOOKER [completed]

Ot7, ot6 x jungkook, jungkook centric, college au, a/b/o dynamics, beta discrimination, traditional pack, werewolves, mating

Jungkook meets a pack who challenge his perception of himself and betas in general

[douglass-fir]

Bonus Scenes: Phone Booth Epiphany

// Spoilers ahead. I recommend you read the full fic before the bonus scenes.

The Phone Booth Epiphany

When Seokjin enters an old phone booth in a lavender field, his world changes forever.

🌾 Rated E, 25K words 🌾 slow burn 🌾 warm slice of life 🌾 farmer jk, writer jin 🌾 fluff & smut 🌾 angst w/ happy ending 🌾 kinda magical

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/33940855/

Trailer

Bonus Scenes

/// Spoilers Ahead ///

These bonus scenes are raw and unedited—a weird combo of storytelling, Q&A, and just dumping my thoughts. But I hope you enjoy them! Let’s get started!

Part I: Q&A

Did former visitors to the farm regain their memories of the village once the spell was broken?

Yes! As a recap: visitors to the farm lost their detailed memories about their stay after 1 year—when a new visitor arrived.

When the spell broke, memories of their stay were all recovered! As you can imagine, more than a few former visitors returned to the farm to explore once their memories returned (more on that later.)

Mrs. Ahn mentioned that Jeongguk had other lovers. Did everyone who visited the farm fall in love with Jeongguk?

Definitely not. In fact, Jeongguk was just a kid when the village first disappeared. Most of the people who visited were simply expecting a relaxing vacation, often with their families. They had a nice time, hopefully felt inspired to pursue their dreams, and went home. Seokjin falling in love was an anomaly, but an important one, because it’s what motivated him to figure out how to break the spell.

What was Seokjin’s greatest wish (that broke the spell), specifically?

Seokjin’s greatest wish was to write a children’s story inspired by someone he loved, and be able to read it to them.

How did Jeongguk's parents pass away?

[CW // minor character death.] I hesitate to include this, because it's dark and can bring the mood down. But if you like darkish themes: When the spell first trapped the villagers in a "bubble", Jeongguk's parents were one of the brave souls that attempted to test the boundaries of how far they could escape past the village's borders. Unfortunately, they discovered that any original residents (those under the curse) who tried to escape the village, were immediately vaporized upon touching the border. This is why you never see Jeongguk go beyond the Phone Booth, even when taking Seokjin to the bus stop.

Part II: About Jeongguk's Lovers

Before Seokjin, Jeongguk had two other lovers. Once you hear about them, it’s a little easier to understand why Jeongguk told Seokjin his greatest fear was “being forgotten”.

One of Jeongguk’s lovers was a businessman who visited just two years before Seokjin. Unfortunately, after he returned home and his letters went unanswered, the man took this as a sign that Jeongguk had simply moved on. He quickly got distracted with the demands of his corporation, and one year later, had no memory of his brief affair with Jeongguk.

Jeongguk’s first love, however, is a more interesting story. A case of young, summer love:

Jeongguk is 19 at the time, and a handsome, young college student visits the village with his parents. Jeongguk was not prepared for the ripple of nervousness that raced through his hands when he lays eyes on the young man’s dimples and soft smile. This was all new for him. Jeongguk keeps his anxiety at bay by helping around the farm, but Mrs. Ahn doesn’t miss the way he blushes and turns his face toward the ground when the young visitor is around. Or the way Jeongguk awkwardly shuffles his feet and plays with his hands when he talks to him as he reads on the porch.

Mrs. Ahn doesn’t want to be pushy, but she finds her chance to talk to Jeongguk one evening as she steps into the kitchen. He’s sitting in the corner, nervously pushing food around his bowl—a magic-8-ball of emotions playing out on his face.

It takes some gentle prodding, but eventually he cracks. “It feels weird sometimes. When he’s around,” he confides.

“Who, Jeongguk-ah?” Mrs. Ahn said as she glanced at him, trying to school her expression.

“…Namjoon-hyung.”

“Ahhh..” Mrs. Ahn says, holding back a knowing smile. “He’s nice, isn’t he?”

Jeongguk catches her eyes and nods shyly.

“So, what you’re feeling…would you call it a good weird, or a bad weird?” she asks.

Jeongguk thinks about this for a moment, staring at his food as if he’d find the answers among the grains of rice. “Feels like both. Like, sometimes it feels like my heart is racing, like it’s trying to work it’s way out and my chest isn’t big enough to hold it back.”

Mrs. Ahn hums.

“Other times he looks at me and I just wanna hide,” Jeongguk blushes, feet shuffling beneath the chair.

“Jeongguk-ah…” Mrs. Ahn chuckles. “sounds like maybe you have feelings for him? Do you think you like him?”

“Don’t know.” Jeongguk scrunches his nose, a little embarrassed.

“It’s okay not to know,” Mrs. Ahn assures him. “That’s half the fun, Jeongguk-ah. Discovering your feelings, finding out if he feels the same…”

“But he’s going to leave, isn’t he…” Jeongguk pouts.

Mrs. Ahn grows quiet. “It’s true, darling. He will leave. And there’s…there’s a good chance he won’t come back.”

“They never come back,” Jeongguk pouts.

Mrs. Ahn squeezes his hand. “Someday, Jeongguk-ah. Someday. Someone will come back for us.”

Jeongguk’s eyes get glassy as he keeps his eyes on his food.

She continues in a hushed tone. “We don’t know when we’ll be free, my dear, but here’s what I do know: love, Jeongguk-ah, is a gift. And contrary to the storybooks, it doesn’t last forever,” Mrs. Ahn says with a regretful cough. “It’s a mysterious door that, if you’re lucky, opens at least once in one’s lifetime,” she says softly.

“If that door opens for you, dear boy—and the person on the other side is worthy of your heart—you run. Run through it and don’t look back,” she says as she tucks a curl behind Jeongguk’s ear. “Sure, it may hurt down the road. You may have moments of regret. But embrace it. Feel everything life offers you, Jeongguk-ah.”

She brushes a tear from Jeongguk’s cheek.

“Love and pain—they’re twins, you see. They hold hands. Don’t reject one just to avoid the other, my dear.” She squeezes Jeongguk’s hand. “To love someone…is a rare thing. Nothing else in nature gets this opportunity. So if you see that door open, Jeongguk-ah…be brave.”

And so—he is.

Jeongguk and Namjoon have their first kiss on the porch two nights later, fingers tentatively linked, barely brushing as their legs hang from the swing.

Namjoon is Jeongguk’s first kiss. His first love. His first everything. Tender and kind, understanding of Jeongguk’s quiet nature.

Unfortunately, the inevitable happens and Namjoon has to return home with his family. They promise to write each other and Jeongguk holds his breath. Namjoon goes off to college in the States and writes Jeongguk as promised, but the letters never arrive. Namjoon is heartbroken, but one year later, his broken heart fully heals when his memory is wiped clean.

That is, until years later.

Namjoon is married, sitting on the couch, watching the news with his daughter climbing him like a tree. Jimin is sitting beside them, tucked under his arm.

A news story plays about a missing village returning, and Jeongguk’s face flashes on the screen, describing the history of the town to a local reporter.

In a single moment, it all comes back to him. The village. The kiss. Jeongguk.

Namjoon sits up, breathing heavily, looking at the screen.

Jimin turns to face him. “Joonie? Joon, are you okay?”

“I…” Namjoon grabs Jimin’s hand and squeezes. “…I think we need to talk.”

Namjoon knew he needed to return. Though his romantic feelings were far behind him, he needed to know he hadn’t imagined it all. Jimin, always understanding, held his hand the entire drive to the village.

Namjoon thought it would be awkward as he knocks on the farmhouse door, but the moment Jeongguk recognizes him and tackles him in a huge bear hug, he knows everything will be okay. As soon as Jeongguk lets go, he embraces Jimin and their little girl without explanation. Namjoon can see it on his face—the joy in knowing that someone you care about is happy and healthy.

The two families form an instant bond. Seokjin and Jimin turn out to be a chaotic pair—troublemakers that bring out the best in everyone around them. Jeongguk adores Jimin’s playful, affectionate nature, how he dotes on them all like he’s known them all for decades.

Needless to say, Nabi and their daughter become thick as thieves, and the two families become virtually inseparable.

Together, Jimin and Namjoon fall in love with the village, and with who they are when they’re there. Connected to the earth, connected to each other.

So eventually, after several visits and lots of late night, heart-to-heart talks, Namjoon and his family move to the village for good. He ultimately takes a job as “village security” (but he hopes once the media frenzy dies down, he can help more with the actual farming.) Namjoon’s heart is full. All those years ago, his soul told him the village was home. He just needed an unlikely path to get there.

As for Jeongguk—in a way, he feels as if he’s come full circle. With Namjoon, Jeongguk first learned to feel the warmth of love—to risk putting his heart close to the fire. And with Seokjin, he let the flames consume him.

Part III: What happened to Seokjin's letters?

Jeongguk knows he was never far from Seokjin’s mind during their time apart, but he doesn’t realize how painfully Seokjin pined for him until long after their reunion.

Seokjin admits to him that he did, in fact, write to Jeongguk as he promised. Jeongguk figures it’s a few letters. Maybe a dozen. He is not prepared for the giant crate of letters Seokjin hands him the day he finally moves in.

“This heavy thing…” Seokjin says as he hefts the large box into Jeongguk’s hands, “belongs to you, bun.”

“For me?”

“I wrote you every day, just like I promised.”

Jeongguk looks into the box, filled with stacks and stacks of envelopes.

He bursts into tears.

It’s a lot of letters, and Jeongguk soon finds that it can be emotionally heavy to read them, so he takes his time.

Maybe one per week.

Seokjin can always tell whenever Jeongguk has read another one, because he’ll come down the stairs in the morning and notice a new, miniature painting on the wall.

You see, Seokjin often described his memories in his letters, or things he encountered that Jeongguk or Nabi would’ve enjoyed.

So now, Jeongguk takes some of the things mentioned in the letters (like parks, or flowers, or animals Seokjin describes; or memories from their time together), and turns them into small paintings. He hangs them in the hallway, forming a timeline along the wall. So in some small way, the moments they were apart become tethered again. The story and the illustrator.

Seokjin’s favorite among them is a painting of the two of them, watching the fireflies.

Part IV: Nabi's Father

Jeongguk didn’t know much about Nabi’s father. No one did for that matter, not even Mrs. Ahn. The woman only knew that her daughter, Eunji, had a brief affair with a visitor.

Eunji assured her that it wasn’t anything serious. They were just friends.

So it’s a surprise, a year after the spell breaks, when Mrs. Ahn opens the door to her cottage to find a dashing young man, holding flowers nervously in his hand.

Mrs. Ahn’s eyes widen at what she sees.

His high cheekbones. His dimples. His heart-shaped smile. The elegant curve of his nose.

It’s Nabi. He looks like Nabi.

“I’m so sorry, I just, I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Hoseok…I saw the news and I—I just wanted to see if it was real. It was real…wasn’t it?”

The hours and days that follow are an avalanche of highs and lows. Hobi learns of Eunji’s fate. He meets her daughter, Nabi, and nearly crumbles at the way his heart swells.

He knows. They all do.

What follows are many tender conversations between Hoseok and the family. They learn more about each other. Hoseok is a dancer that spends his time traveling the world with his partner (also a dancer.) He never planned on or suspected he’d had a child.

Though they all agree on a paternity test, Hoseok makes it clear that he has no intention of taking Nabi from her home—from her family. “But I’d like to be part of it, if you all will accept me?” Hoseok asks tearfully.

Mrs. Ahn crosses the room and kisses his head. “My dear boy, you were part of this family before you even asked.”

The tests confirm their suspicions, so they set out to find a way to explain this to Nabi in a way she can understand.

An idea hits Seokjin late one night as he’s snuggled in bed. He untangles himself from Jeongguk’s arms and sits up to turn on the nightlight. He grabs a notebook from his bedside table.

Jeongguk groans at the loss of his favorite pillow. “Hyungphh…what’re you doin’, come back.”

“I gotta jot down an idea, Jeongguk-ah. ‘Gonna go sit at the desk. Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Noooooo,” Jeongguk whines as he holds Seokjin closer. “You’re so warm.”

Seokjin chuckles and pushes at him. “Okay then—roll over,”

“Huh?”

“Put that hard body to work, baby. You’re gonna be my desk,” Seokjin says as he gives Jeongguk’s thigh a few smacks.

“M’kay, hyung—” Jeongguk sleepily rolls over completely, laying on his stomach so Seokjin can rest the notebook on his back. Seokjin smiles as he feels his warmth radiate through the paper, pages rising and falling to the rhythm of the younger man’s gentle snoring.

The next morning, Seokjin shares his idea with Jeongguk, and the younger man’s face grows soft as he wraps his arms around Seokjin.

“Hyung, your mind is the prettiest place. This is perfect.”

A few days later, they’re sitting around the fireplace after dinner, and Hoseok is teaching Nabi a special “flower dance” where he lifts her into the air so her ‘petals can reach the sunshine’.

Nabi giggles as Hoseok lowers her to the ground and she eventually plops, exhausted, into Seokjin’s lap. She leans over and whispers to Jeongguk, sitting beside them, “Oppa, I like him very much.”

Jeongguk sees his chance.

“Stay right here, peanut,” he says as he exits the room and comes back with a large notepad in hand.

Jeongguk sits on the floor beside Nabi and leans into her side. “Nabi-yah…what if I told you that Hoseok is family too?”

Her eyes light up. “He is?”

Hoseok smiles and nods from the other side of the room, trying to give the two their space.

“He’s a special kind of family. Let me show you.”

He flips to a clean page on the pad and leans forward to draw. “You were a gift to us, weren’t you, Nabi-yah…”

“Yep!” she chirps.

“Okay, a gift from where?”

“From the stars!” she recalls from a tale Mrs. Ahn told her a long time ago.

“That’s right, smart girl!” Jeongguk says as he draws two tiny stars on the page.

“You see, a long time ago, Hoseok and your eomma each took a piece of their stars, and put them together to make a new star! That’s you, Nabi-yah. A little piece of Hoseok’s star is in you!” he smiles as he tickles her with the end of his pencil.

Nabi giggles and rubs her tummy, as if she can feel the star inside her.

Jeongguk continues drawing, “And the universe thought you were so beautiful, and so bright, that it sent even more stars to protect you. Your very own constellation.”

He draws three more dots on the paper. “This star is Halmeoni, this one is me, and this star is Seokjin-oppa.” Jeongguk then connects all the dots on the page, forming the shape of a heart.

Nabi lets out a delighted gasp and reaches out, placing her small hand inside the heart.

“So you see, these stars will always be your family—will always be there to love you, our most precious star-baby,” he ruffles her hair. “Do you understand?”

She looks at Hoseok and crinkles her nose as she smiles. Hoseok’s smile mirrors her own, and Jeongguk’s heart melts.

“It’s okay if you want to take some time to think about it, peanut—”

“It’s wrong…” she interrupts, matter-of-factly.

“It’s…wrong?” Jeongguk says, pulse racing.

“Where is Yoongi-oppa? Where is Tae-oppa?”

The room fills with silent joy and relief. “Nabi-yah, you’re right!”

Jeongguk says as he adds two more stars to the page.

“And what about Namjoon-oppa and Jimin-oppa and— ?”

“Okay! Okay! Two more stars, coming up!” Jeongguk giggles and lifts the pad up. “See peanut? Look at all these stars! Whenever you look at the night sky, I want you to see them and remember all the little lights sent to love you, okay, baby?”

Jeongguk can’t help but tear up as he says it. Nabi can’t help but notice.

“Okay, oppa,” she whispers and bonks her head against his. “Are you sad?”

“No, peanut,” he says as he pulls her onto his lap.

“Then why do you have tears?” she says as he looks up at him.

“They’re not tears, peanut,” Seokjin says as he leans into Jeongguk’s side. “Just a little stardust.”

Part V: What kind of parents are Jinkook?

i’m obsessed with the idea of Jeongguk being the “super responsible” parent, and Seokjin the CEO of spoiling Nabi rotten.

For example:

Seokjin takes the family out for a fun day at the park. Nabi tugs on his sleeve and asks for a treat, but Jeongguk is like “Okay, Peanut—but only something small, we don’t wanna spoil dinner.”

Six minutes later, Seokjin comes back with this:

Jeongguk protests but Seokjin comes prepared with his Premium Pout and Jeongguk is fucking weak.

So Jeongguk sighs and looks down to Nabi, whose eyes are suddenly full of stars, softly blinking as she pouts her bottom lip like a little jelly bean.

Jeongguk scoffs and turns to Seokjin.

“WHO taught her that—did you teach her that?!”

Seokjin just grins and hands each of them a fork.

They eat it all, of course.

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[strrynghtskyys]

Diner Swing

Chapter 12: Talking

Pairing: Jin x Jungkook Rating: T Status: on-going Word count: 4.5k [total: 22k] Genre: friends to lovers, slow burn, model!Jin x single dad!Jungkook, Jungkook gets over ex-lover Summary: Set in the 80s, single dad Jungkook goes to the local diner every day before work and after dropping his daughter off at the bus stop. One day, he begins to bicker with a (cute) stranger named Jin, a struggling actor whose dreams aren't going as planned. After a funky and soulful night at a diner party, something sparks between the two. Jungkook feels a weight lifted off his shoulders, and Jin feels like he's never shined so bright. Warning: This is a work of fiction. This is not intended for readers under the age of 13. Strong themes of depression, loss, and mourning central to the plot. Includes mild homophobic language.

Tags: 1980s, Inspired by Dynamite, Bickering, Model | Jin, Single Dad | Jungkook, Underground Rapper Min Yoongi | Suga, Underground Rapper Kim Namjoon | RM, Dancer Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Dancer Park Jimin, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Car Accidents (side character), jungkook just wants to be loved, (Mild) Homophobic Language, Drinking, Jungkook's daughter is smarter than all of us and Jungkook and Jin, Depression, Grief/Mourning

Read: AO3 Wattpad

Other Chapters: 1.0 Jungkook's Introduction 2.0 Jin's Introduction 3.0 Egg Sandwich 4.0 The New Model 5.0 A New Duster 6.0 Photo Shoot 7.0 A Call 8.0 Drinks 9.0 Plans 10.0 Bullies 11.0 Christmas

Masterlist

[trashhcatt]

T | 4k | fluffy | canon compliant

Aspec established relationship jinkook 💜

[jksghostie]

I'm Like A Walkin' Wishlist

Hopejinkook AU

Rating - NSFW │ Explicit

Wordcount - 4.8k one shot

Secretary Hoseok x CEO Sugar Daddy Seokjin x Sugar Baby Jungkook

Hoseok learns that part of his new job involves taking good care of his boss's sugar baby

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35651632

[risforrogue]

My AO3 Wrapped

Blogged before 2022 ends.

This year, I began writing again. Surprised me a bit but I’m happy that I got to do it and I’m still doing it. I have missed writing and I can only thank my two muses, BTS Jin and Jungkook, for inspiring me. Through them, I rediscovered the joy of reading poetry, short stories and got reacquainted with my faithful authors and poets. So here’s my own ao3 wrapped for 2022: How many words have…

[kuragecharms]

Another Jinkook fest is calling to me, despite how busy I'm supposed to be in the upcoming months, I don't have much to do right NOWwww... 😭

[risforrogue]

Gonna keep this here coz I'm currently writing this trope. 😅😅😅

Exes to Lovers Masterpost

Dialogue Prompts

"I'm sorry for how it ended." "I'm sorry that it ended at all."

"Do you still have place for me in your life?"

"Three years was not enough to get over you."

"We'll always find our ways back to each other."

"I couldn't stop loving you, even if I tried. And I did try for some time. But it didn't work."

"Seeing you again brought everything back."

"It was a mistake to just go away. We should've fought more for what we wanted." "We are doing it now."

"Being back in your arms is everything I wished for since we broke up."

"I can't believe you would actually take me back."

"Do you have any idea how much I wished to take it back? To just go to your house and apologize?" "I would have waited for you. I did wait for you. Even if it took some time, you are here now."

"I shouldn't have ever let you go away. I need you by my side."

"The fight we had was so stupid and breaking up was irrational."

"We work much better as a team."

"I don't ever want to lose you again."

"It was the right thing at the time. We weren't ready for it." "Do you think we are now?" "Yes, absolutely."

"People called me crazy for letting you get away. And they were right."

"I will never let you go again."

"We were both so hurt that we didn't see how much the other one was hurting. I hope that we're now able to look past that and be able to heal together."

"Honestly? I never stopped loving you."

"Let's never break up again. Ok?"

Text Prompts

Having broken up, but still living in the same area they keep running into each other. At the park, the grocery store, the laundromat, … everywhere.

They are still in the same friend group and they want to make it work as friends. But hanging out all the time makes it hard to get over each other.

Person A moves to another apartment and finds some of Person B’s, their exes’ stuff while moving and the former lovers meet up for the first time since the break-up to exchange the goods.

While not having adopted it together, Person A’s pet becomes miserable after Person B stops being over, so finally they have to arrange for a meeting in a park, like two divorced parents.

They are still each other's emergency contact. Which becomes apparent when one of them ends up in the hospital.

Having their car breaking down by the side of the road is bad enough. Their ex being the one to come save them is even worse.

They had already booked everything for their friends' destination wedding before they broke up. To celebrate them and not lose their deposits they decide to still share the hotel room.

Person A’s family still invites Person B to all of their family events. And Person B actually goes.

They bought tickets for their favourite band’s concert one year in advance. It’s been a few months since their break-up and they believe the emotions have calmed down a bit, so they decide to still go together when the time comes. But maybe they don’t have calmed down that much, when their song comes on.

They know each other best. Even after their break-up their ex is still the first person they want to call when something good or bad happens.

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[floweringash]

Thinking about an Omegaverse #jinkookau where, in exchange for hunting rights and protection from other packs, Jeongguk's and Seokjin's parents mated them as kids making a binding promise to the Moon (or something) to be honoured by adults with mating bites.

As they waited for the time to come, Seokjin decided he didn’t want mating imposed when he couldn't consent to it and, as soon as he came of age, cut ties with his pack and fled. His current whereabouts are unknown.

Once an adult too, Jeongguk starts looking for Seokjin to discuss what to do and arrives at a pack led by omega Jinwoo, who's actually Seokjin under a different name. Only Jeongguk doesn't know because they haven't met since they were children.

Seokjin, on the other hand, knows who the alpha is because Jeongguk doesn't use a false name. Sparks instantly fly between them, but Seokjin doesn't reveal his identity in fear that Jeongguk wants to proceed with the mating and deprive him of his freedom, while Jeongguk decides he doesn't want the mating with Seokjin either because he wants to be with Jinwoo, not knowing that the omega whom he desires so much is already his mate.

(This was definitely inspired by "Somewhere I'll Find You" by Lisa Kleypas.)