#jk lovers to enemies

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goofy ahh ship

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TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!

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Hate you - chapter 1 - J.JK

Pairings : ex! Jungkook x ex! Reader

Notes : finally here!! lowkey didn't get to my word goal:((

Genre : Ex2L, angst, slow burn, fake dating, slice of life, fluff, e2l, corporate rivals, smau, smut

Sypnosis : ‘You were always told that hating someone is the only way it doesn’t hurt but what if you can’t hate him? No matter how hard you try your heart will always find it’s way to his’

2 years after breaking up with your boyfriend of 2 years you were finally on your way to become the ceo of your family’s company your rival turns out to be your ex.

Contents/warnings :

Misunderstood break up, insecurities, mentions of self harms or mental health issues, jk is mean at the start, yelling, sensitive language or words, mentions of family trauma, corporate au, smart (both), mentions of yoongi x oc, mentions of cheating, soon to be ceo! Jk, soon to be ceo! Oc, oc is still named Y/n or {__}, corporate rivals?, fake dating, lack of communication, death of a character, mentions of suicide attempt, platonic relationships with other members

NSFW contents : specified in chapter

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The question that lingers in my mind

Namjoon quickly made his way to your house, arms loaded with a tub of your favorite ice cream and a bag filled with your favorite go to alcohol or probably beer. He was your closest friend, practically a brother, and he always seemed to know how to comfort you when you needed it most. The familiar sound of his knuckles tapping against the door echoed through your silent apartment.

"Y/N! I'm hereee!" he called, his voice bright and cheerful, trying to cut through the heaviness of the moment.

"It's open! Just come in," you managed to reply, though your voice cracked, betraying the tears you had been trying to stifle. As soon as the door swung open, you felt a fresh wave of sobs building in your chest.

Namjoon rushed in, his expression shifting from playful to concerned in an instant. "What happened??" he asked, worry etched across his features as he approached your room.

You couldn't find the words, the emotions overwhelming you as you sat on the edge of your bed, crumpled tissues littering the floor around you. Instead, you just continued to cry, your heart breaking all over again.

"Do you want me to call Jungkook??" he offered, but at the mention of his name, your sobs intensified. The thought of hearing his voice was too painful, too fresh.

Namjoon paused, taking a moment to assess the situation. He knelt beside you, turning your head gently to meet his gaze. "Did you guys fight?" he asked softly, as if trying to piece together the fragments of your distress.

You shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks. "Worse," you finally managed to reply, voice trembling. "Joon... he fucking broke up with me. He fucking—fuck. He dumped me."

The air felt heavy with the weight of your confession, and Namjoon's eyes widened in shock. "Why?? What happened??" he pressed, his tone a mix of disbelief and concern.

"Exactly... I don't know what I did wrong," you sobbed harder, the floodgates opening. "How can he just throw away our memories like that? And he has the fucking audacity to tell me to wait for him" Your words trailed off, and you buried your face in your hands, unable to contain the wave of sorrow crashing over you.

Namjoon instinctively pulled you into his arms, wrapping you in a comforting embrace. "Hey, it's okay. Just let it out," he murmured, gently rubbing your back as you tried to cool down.

After a few moments, you pulled away slightly, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. "Let's go to a club later, Joon. Maybe I'll find someone better there," you suggested, the anger in your voice barely masking the hurt.

"No, Y/N. You are not getting knocked up or catching dirty diseases from filthy men in clubs," he replied firmly, though there was a hint of a smile at your reckless idea. "Let's just drink or hang out today, yeah?"

You considered it for a moment. "We can bring friends too if you want," he suggested, gauging your reaction.

Flashback

The moment you received Jungkook's breakup text, your heart sank. The message was blunt, cold, and devoid of any emotion—just like the man you once thought would love you forever. With shaking hands, you stared at your phone, disbelief coursing through you. After two years of shared dreams and plans, he had chosen to end things with a simple text. It felt unreal, like a cruel joke played by the universe.

You had to see him, to confront him. You couldn't let this end without hearing his voice, without understanding why. So you drove to his penthouse, each turn of the road amplifying the dread that clutched at your heart.

When you arrived, you barely registered the grandeur of his place—the sleek furniture, the breathtaking view of the city that had once felt like a backdrop to your love story. Instead, all you could think about was the weight of Jungkook's decision and the emptiness that came with it.

You stepped inside, the familiar scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a memory. Your footsteps echoed in the spacious hallway as you made your way to his room. You could feel your heart racing, a mixture of anger, confusion, and sorrow bubbling up inside you.

"Y/N... I told you we're done," Jungkook's voice was strained as he stood with his back to you, facing the window. His shoulders were tense, and he seemed unwilling to meet your gaze.

"Is that really how you're going to do this? You sent me a text. A fucking text, Jungkook! You didn't tell me anything." Your voice rose, a sharp edge of frustration cutting through the pain.

He turned slightly, just enough for you to see the profile of his face, marred by uncertainty and conflict. "Y/N... I need space, alright?!" The sudden snap in his tone took you aback, his frustration spilling over.

"Space? Why?" Your voice cracked, the gravity of his words sinking in. "What did I do wrong? Was I not enough?" Each question felt like a dagger, piercing through the thin veil of composure you had left.

"Was there someone el—" Before you could finish, Jungkook stepped forward, closing the gap between you in an instant. He grabbed your face with both hands and crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was desperate, consuming, as if he were trying to devour you, to erase the reality of what was happening.

You melted into him, instinctively wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Your heart raced, conflicting emotions swirling inside you. But just as quickly as it began, he pulled away, breathless and tearful.

"Jungkook... baby, please, no..." you begged, your voice trembling as the tears you had been holding back began to spill over. "Don't do this to us."

"I think it's time we take a break, Y/N." His voice was softer now, but it carried an unyielding finality. "I'll come back to you once I'm all better and perfect for you. Hm?" He brought your face up gently, forcing you to look into his eyes, those familiar brown depths that had always felt like home.

You nodded silently, your heart breaking at the thought of being apart. The weight of his words crushed you, leaving you feeling small and defeated.

Minutes passed in silence, a heavy tension settling between you. It felt as if the air had thickened, each breath becoming a struggle as you both tried to navigate the emotional turmoil that had engulfed you.

"I just... I don't understand," you finally whispered, trying to process the whirlwind of feelings. "We were happy, weren't we? What changed?"

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's not that simple, Y/N. I don't want to drag you down with me. I need to figure things out... for both of us."

"But I want to help you! I want to be there for you!" you protested, tears streaming down your cheeks, mascara running down in dark streaks. "Why can't you see that?"

"Because sometimes love isn't enough," he replied, his voice strained with emotion. He stepped back, distancing himself as if he were afraid of the intensity of what was happening between you.

The moment stretched painfully, the silence growing heavier. You felt as if you were teetering on the edge of a precipice, unsure of how to step back from this chasm. You wanted to scream, to shake him and make him see reason, but all you could do was stand there, vulnerable and exposed.

"can you do something for me baby?" Jungkook said, his expression softening for a moment. "just- just wait for me. i'll be back once i'm all ready, better and fit for you. can you be okay with that baby?"

The thought of moving on without him felt unbearable. "How can you ask me that? How can you just walk away and expect me to be okay?" Your voice was barely a whisper, each word laced with sorrow.

"Because I love you," he said, and it felt like a knife to your heart. "And I don't deserve you. his is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, i'll be back once i finally deserve you."

The finality of his words hung in the air, suffocating you. It felt like the walls were closing in, and you struggled to breathe.

"I can't believe you're doing this," you murmured, feeling your heart splintering into a million pieces. "I thought we were in this together."

"Y/N... please," he said, his voice breaking slightly. He stepped closer again, his hands cupping your face. "I need you to trust me. This is what's best for both of us."

You searched his eyes, looking for any sign of doubt, any flicker of hesitation. But all you saw was resolve, and it shattered you. You couldn't fight against him anymore; it felt like trying to hold back the tide.

"Just... go," you finally said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "If this is what you want, then go. But don't expect me to be here when you come back."

With that, you turned away, feeling like a ghost in the place that had once felt like home. The silence followed you as you walked out of his room, your heart heavy with the weight of your shattered dreams.

The drive back to your penthouse was a blur. You could barely see through the tears streaming down your face, mascara staining your cheeks. Each turn felt like a reminder of what you had lost. You replayed the moments you had shared, the laughter, the plans, the way he had looked at you with such warmth. Now, it was all gone—an illusion shattered by a single text.

When you arrived at your penthouse, the familiar surroundings offered little comfort. The walls felt like they were closing in on you, suffocating you with memories that now felt tainted. You dropped your keys on the table, the sound echoing through the silence.

You collapsed onto the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as if trying to hold together the pieces of your broken heart. The emptiness inside you ached, a deep, gnawing pain that refused to let go. You could feel the tears coming again, an uncontrollable wave of sorrow crashing over you.

Why couldn't he see that you were enough? That you wanted to fight for him, for the love you had built together?

2 weeks

It had been two weeks since Jungkook broke up with you—two weeks of silence that felt louder than any argument you'd ever had. Two weeks without his messages lighting up your phone, his reassuring voice calling you just to check in, or his sweet words that somehow always knew how to soothe the deepest parts of you. The absence was a void, consuming and hollow, yet sharp at the edges, cutting into you with every reminder.

You missed the little things. How he would text you "good morning" without fail, his sleepy voice leaving voicemails if he couldn't reach you. The silly pictures he'd send to make you laugh on your roughest days, and his small, unexpected gifts. They'd come in glossy packages, ribbons you'd undo with eager hands only to reveal something so extravagantly expensive you'd feel your heart swell and your voice catch, telling him he didn't have to spend so much. But he would just smile, his hand resting gently against your cheek, saying, "You deserve to be treated for what you're worth. And you're worth millions... billions. So much more than that."

No amount of words had convinced him that you didn't need all those grand gestures. It was his presence, his love, that was priceless to you. He was what you wanted, all you needed. But now, without him, even those little things he left behind seemed like they were mocking you, a painful reminder of promises unkept.

Two weeks should have been long enough to let go, to start piecing together the shattered remains of your heart. You told yourself every day that it was time to move on, to forget. But your heart betrayed you every night as you lay in bed, reaching instinctively to the other side where he used to lie. The sheets were cold now, his scent slowly fading. And with each reminder, a thousand questions echoed in your mind.

Why was it so easy for him to leave? Why did he walk away so quickly while you were still drowning in the memories he left behind?

You took a deep breath, swallowing down the ache that rose in your throat. This wasn't healthy. You couldn't go on like this, holding onto fragments of a love that no longer existed. Standing up, you made your way to your closet, determination stiffening your resolve. If he could move on so easily, then so could you.

Opening the doors, you took in the rows of clothes neatly hung, interspersed with items that weren't yours—hoodies, shirts, and jackets that he'd left behind after countless nights spent together. You reached out, fingers brushing over a worn T-shirt of his, the fabric soft and familiar beneath your touch. You could still remember the last time he'd worn it, his arms wrapped around you as you lay in his embrace, your head resting against his chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

But that was then. And now... now it was time to let go.

You started pulling his clothes out one by one, each article feeling heavier than the last. It was almost a ritual, each item you took out a small act of defiance, a reclaiming of the space he'd left behind. As the pile grew, so did the anger simmering within you. It bubbled up, breaking through the sadness, sharpening into something fierce and raw.

"Fuck you, Jungkook," you muttered under your breath, barely realizing that you'd spoken aloud. "For making me love you and then leaving me like this." The words tumbled out, each one laced with the bitterness that had been building up inside you.

With each piece you tossed into the box, the weight on your chest seemed to lessen just a bit. You threw in the hoodies he'd lent you on cold nights, the shirts you'd worn as pajamas, each one carrying the ghost of his touch. You wanted them out of your sight, out of your life.

Once his clothes were gone, you moved on to the other things—the little keepsakes he'd left behind. His toothbrush next to yours, his cologne bottle half-empty on the dresser, the small stack of books he'd borrowed and never returned. You swept it all into the box, each item feeling like a wound you were finally closing.

But as you finished packing everything, your hand brushed against something cold, and you froze. It was the necklace—the one he'd given you on that perfect night when he'd promised you forever. Your fingers trembled as you held it up, the delicate chain glinting in the light. You remembered how he'd clasped it around your neck, his fingers grazing your skin as he whispered, "This is my promise to you. I'm never leaving, no matter what."

The weight of his broken promise pressed down on you, and before you could stop it, the tears spilled over. You clutched the necklace tightly, the cool metal digging into your palm as you struggled to hold yourself together.

Why had he left? Why hadn't he fought for you, for the life you'd planned together? You'd given him everything, yet he'd walked away as if it meant nothing.

Your knees buckled, and you sank down onto the floor, sobs wracking your body as the pain you'd tried so hard to contain came rushing to the surface. You felt like you were drowning, lost in a sea of grief and anger and confusion. It was as if every part of you that had once been whole was now fractured, broken beyond repair.

In the midst of your tears, you fumbled for your phone, your fingers shaking as you scrolled through your contacts. Without thinking, you dialed Namjoon's number, needing the comfort of someone who understood, who could help anchor you in the storm of emotions.

The phone rang, and after a few moments, his familiar voice answered. "Yes, Y/N? Is everything okay?" His tone was warm, tinged with concern, and it only made the tears flow harder.

"Joon..." you choked out, trying to steady your breathing. "Why—why is this so hard? I just... I just wish there was something more I could hate him for. Something to make this easier, to stop myself from loving him..." Your voice broke, a fresh wave of sobs escaping as the words you'd been holding in finally spilled out.

"Oh, Y/N..." Namjoon's voice softened, filled with empathy. "He's an asshole for doing this to you, babe. You didn't deserve any of it. I'm so sorry." There was a pause, and then he added gently, "Want me to come over? I can bring some ice cream, or we can just sit and talk if you need."

For a brief moment, the thought of having him there was comforting. But you shook your head, even though he couldn't see it. "No... I'm alright. I just... I just needed to hear your voice," you murmured, the exhaustion in your voice evident.

"Okay," he said quietly, and you could hear the sadness in his tone, the frustration that he couldn't do more to help. "But if you change your mind, I'm just a call away. Promise me you'll take care of yourself?"

"Yeah..." you replied softly, the words barely more than a whisper.

Before he could say more, you ended the call, feeling a pang of guilt. Namjoon had always been there for you, a steady presence in your life, yet right now, not even his reassurance could ease the ache inside you.

You looked down at the necklace still clutched in your hand, your fingers loosening around it. It felt heavy, a tangible reminder of the promises he'd broken, the love that had once felt so real. Slowly, you unclasped it from around your neck, feeling a strange sense of finality as you placed it gently in the box, on top of everything else.

The last piece of him, gone.

flashback

Paris was like a living dream. The city's air felt soft, carrying the scent of fresh bread, blooming flowers, and that slight trace of romance found only here. Jungkook's hand held yours as you both strolled down cobblestone streets, the lights of the city casting a warm, golden glow on the world around you. It was your first anniversary, and Jungkook had insisted on making it memorable.

"The city suits you," he murmured, his eyes soft as they roamed over your face. You squeezed his hand in response, feeling so grateful to be here with him.

"It's... perfect," you breathed, taking in the architecture, the people, and, most of all, him.

That day, as you both wandered through Paris, something caught your eye in a small shop window—a necklace, delicate yet striking, in the shape of a butterfly. You stopped in front of it, drawn in by the design's subtle elegance. But you were careful not to linger too long, as you weren't one to ask for material things. Growing up, you were used to having everything handed to you without a word, and you always felt a tinge of guilt about it. It made you appreciate thoughtfulness over wealth.

Jungkook noticed the way your eyes lingered, though you quickly looked away. He smiled to himself, filing the moment away in his mind. You had no idea that he'd already decided on a plan.

That night, back in the hotel room, you were peacefully asleep after a long day. With your steady breathing as his only company, Jungkook slowly and carefully slipped out of bed, glancing at you one last time to make sure you were truly asleep. He moved quietly, slipping out the door and into the Parisian night, with a mission in mind.

Jungkook made his way back to the boutique. The shopkeeper, who was just about to close up, welcomed him with a knowing smile as he walked in.

"Changed your mind about the necklace, sir?" she asked, recognizing him.

"Yes," Jungkook replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I'd like it custom-made."

He explained his idea: the initials "K.Y." and "J.JK" engraved on the back, where only the two of you would know. The butterfly itself meant more to him than he could easily say; it was a symbol of transformation and new beginnings. Y/N had helped him see that change didn't have to be terrifying, that it could be a journey to something better. She was the one who had encouraged him to open his heart and embrace the unknown. In a way, she had transformed him. The necklace was not just a gift; it was his heart, crafted in gold, for her to wear close to hers.

after paying. he held the necklace in his hand, feeling a wave of excitement wash over him as he admired the initials engraved so delicately. He could already imagine your face when you'd see it, and he smiled to himself as he headed back to the hotel, hiding the box carefully before slipping back into bed beside you.

On the last night of the trip, Jungkook took your hand, guiding you to a spot near the Eiffel Tower. The sky was a rich, deep blue, and the lights of the tower illuminated everything around you, casting a golden glow that felt almost magical. You were mesmerized, feeling a sense of peace and happiness that only deepened with him beside you.

Jungkook stopped in front of you, letting go of your hand to reach into his pocket. "Close your eyes," he whispered, his voice warm.

You laughed, your heart fluttering. "What? You're not proposing or something, are you?" you joked, cheeks warming as you looked up at him.

"Not yet," he replied softly, his eyes holding a promise, "but close. I'll definitely do that one day, baby." His words sent a shiver through you, and you obeyed, closing your eyes as your heart raced.

"Okay, open your eyes," he said, a note of excitement in his voice.

You opened them, and there it was—the butterfly necklace you'd seen on the first day, resting in his open palm. "Oh my god...!" You squealed, your hands flying to your mouth. The necklace was even more beautiful up close, the delicate wings catching the light perfectly. You launched yourself at Jungkook, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "I love you! I can't believe you did this!"

Jungkook laughed, holding you close and watching the pure joy on your face. "Look at the back," he said gently, guiding the necklace to face you.

You turned it over and gasped as you read the initials, your own and his, engraved into the back. The sight of it brought tears to your eyes, the meaning behind the gesture sinking in deeply. "Oh my god, baby..." You could barely speak, your heart full.

He brushed his thumb over your cheek, smiling softly. "It's a butterfly, like you, because you helped me through my fear of change. You showed me that change can be beautiful, that letting go and starting new... can lead to amazing things. You opened my heart to new beginnings, and the best beginning you gave me... was with you."

"Jungkook..." Tears brimmed in your eyes, and for a moment, all you could do was look at him, taking in every detail of the person who had become your whole world. You reached up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then to his nose, and both his cheeks, making him giggle.

"I love you," you whispered against his cheek, "so, so much. Thank you for this—for everything."

back to present

As you closed the lid, you felt a strange sense of emptiness. The box sat there, filled with fragments of a love that had once been everything to you, and yet now, it was nothing more than a collection of memories you were desperate to forget.

For the rest of the night, you sat in silence, the weight of the loss settling over you like a heavy blanket. You wanted to hate him, to erase every trace of him from your mind. But no matter how hard you tried, his presence lingered, a haunting reminder of what you'd once had and what you'd lost.

I'll get over him, you told yourself, though the words felt hollow, as if you were trying to convince yourself of something that wasn't true. But maybe, just maybe, if you repeated it enough, one day it would be real.

3 months

The days blurred together after the breakup. Three months. For three whole months, you'd convinced yourself that this hatred for Jungkook was all you needed to numb the pain. At first, it worked, almost like a coping mechanism—every time you felt that ache in your chest, you would remind yourself of the reasons to be angry, to stay distant. But no matter how many times you reminded yourself of the anger, it was never enough to cover the emptiness, the loneliness that slowly crept in, hollowing out pieces of you.

You were isolating yourself from everyone who tried to reach you, pushing them away as if they were intruders. Namjoon had called and texted every day, and Jennie had stopped by repeatedly, but you never opened the door. Even Seokjin had come over with Sana to try and pull you out of this haze. Yet you felt too far gone. You loved Jungkook. Too much. And every time you thought of him, it felt like a fresh wound tearing open.

Then came that Thursday morning, the first rays of light slipping through your curtains, though you could barely feel them. You'd spent another night tossing and turning, haunted by memories of him. And something within you just... broke. You reached for the bottle of sleeping pills by your bedside, not thinking, just wanting the pain to fade. One pill, then two, then three, then more. You felt yourself drifting, the world becoming softer, quieter.

But the next thing you knew, you were waking up, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights of a hospital room. It felt like a dream, surreal and hazy, until you began to focus on the faces surrounding you—your family, looking terrified and heartbroken, Namjoon with his head in his hands, Jennie crying softly beside him, and Seokjin gripping Sana's hand tightly. And then, your gaze landed on him. Jungkook was there, his eyes red and swollen, a look of devastation etched across his face. They were all worried sick.

The night before, Namjoon had wanted to surprise you with Sana. They'd brought over your favorite snacks and movies, hoping to lift your spirits. But when they arrived, your place was silent. Namjoon had called your name, but there was no answer. That's when they found you, lying on your bed, your hand loosely clutching the bottle of pills. Sana had screamed for him, her voice trembling and desperate. "Namjoon! Call 911! Please, I beg you!" She was sobbing as she held you in her arms, trying to shake you awake, her own heart breaking with each unresponsive second. "Y/N, please... please wake up!"

Namjoon's hands had shaken as he called for help, explaining the situation to the paramedics, his own voice cracking as he fought to stay composed. They both were crying, praying as they waited for the ambulance, the moments dragging on as they feared the worst.

Now, seeing you awake, a mixture of relief and heartbreak filled the room. But the silence was thick, tension brewing as everyone grappled with what had almost happened. It was Jungkook who broke it, his voice raw, trembling with both anger and hurt.

"Y/N, are you... are you insane?" he snapped, his fists clenched, his face a mixture of anger and fear. "Do you have any idea what you almost did?"

You felt your heart clench, the pain resurfacing, sharper now in his presence. "So what, Jungkook?" you replied bitterly, your voice shaking. "Why do you even care? You didn't care about my feelings when you decided to just leave me. You left, Jungkook. You left, and now you're acting like you care?"

The words spilled out before you could stop them, each one filled with months of pain and anger that had been bottled up. Jungkook opened his mouth, about to say something, but you cut him off.

"Leave, Jungkook. Just leave."

The finality in your words hit him like a punch. He froze, staring at you, his face contorted with hurt. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out of the room. The door shut behind him with a loud thud that seemed to echo through the silence, leaving everyone else frozen in place, tears streaming down their faces. Jennie clung to Seokjin, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, while Namjoon looked at you, his own face wet with tears as he fought to hold himself together.

It was only then that the weight of everything you'd put them through hit you, the reality of how close they'd come to losing you. They sat in silence, each one lost in their own thoughts, grieving for the person they'd almost lost, the pain written across their faces as they struggled to find the right words.

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SERIES 

risqué by @mercurygguk - on going

genre: age gap au, angst, smut, fluff. summary: in which Jungkook struggles to keep his relationship with you strictly appropriate and it’s not like you’re making it easy for him. 

runaway by @archivedkookie - on going

genre: best friend’s brother au, fwb, 4 years age gap, smut, angst, fluff, slow burn. summary: when your best friend’s brother, your first-ever crush, offers to help you explore your sexual desires, you just can’t refuse. especially when it’s someone as irresistible as Jeon Jungkook. 

mutual help  by @personasintro - on going

genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fake dating au.  summary: in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires– he calls it a mutual help. 

bad influence by @noteguk

summary: in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

practice by @chryblossomjjk

genre: college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst. 

blackout by @jjungxkook

genre: best friends to lovers, roommate and college au, fluff, crack, smut. summary: utility bills shooting up like this should be an international crime. luckily, Jungkook has the perfect idea(s) to save up money and make your night sinfully unforgettable. 

the dilf installments  by @mercurygguk - on going

genre: established relationship, smut, angst, fluff. summary: this series follows Jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time?

to turn a bad thing good  by @chateautae - on going

genre: series, arranged marriage!au, fwb!au, haters to lovers, smut, fluff, angst.  summary: Jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night– and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.

the weekend  by @chryblossomjjk

genre: m/18+, fwb, angst, smut. summary: every weekend, you give Jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.

hair dye: the collection  by @mercurygguk

genre: established relationship, fluff, sumt.  summary: series about Jungkook’s different hair colors. 

denial by @girlygguk

genre: fwb au, secret-ish situationship, smut/fluff-ish/angt-ish. summary: it’s been a plethora of secret meetups, quickies in the bathrooms of his awards shows, and 2 am ‘you up?’ texts during you year-long situationship with Jungkook. you both agreed in the beginning that your careers are far too hectic to commit to anything serious, but you can't shake the shitty ache in your chest every time the high wears off, or when you’re crawling out of his bed in the middle of the night, trying to exile the shitty feeling of longing that you harbor for him, you spend time with another one of your guy friends. Jungkook sees, and he’s mad.

colour me in by @taegularities

genre: fwb, fake dating, college!au; fluff, angst, smut. summary: Jungkook’s door only opens for you when there’s a barter: a trade of lust and haze. but today you knock for something more, as intriguing as it is frightening- and you hope it doesn’t close his door forever. 

gradation by @shina913

genre: bf2l, fwb, slow burn; fluff, angst, smut. summary: on your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. while reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

in the seom by @thvhoe

genre: college au, fwb to lovers, smut, angst, fluff.

p&p by @yoon-kooks

genre: smut, fluff, college!au.

spicy n' sweet by @thvhoe

genre: established relationship, fluff, smut, angst, dance au x boxer au. summary: Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy... to piss off your parents. he's buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there's not much you can do. it's not like you planned on falling for him... it just kinda happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. not at all.

in which by @onlyswan

genre: established relationship, fluff. NOTE: this is one of (if not MY) favorite series i've ever read. it's so beautiful and heartwarming and it brings me so much comfort,,, thank u so much for this amazing work of art <3

bitchin' by @kinktae

genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2l. summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jean Jungkook.

gold rush by @onlyswan

genre: fluff, smut. summary: what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? with your falling into place like dominos.

candles & flames by @taegularities

genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au: angst, fluff, smut. summary: he wasn't supposed to be yours. his foolery wasn't supposed to target you. tis wasn't supposed to happen.

ONE SHOTS

make you mine by @mercurygguk

genre: college au, friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut. summary: your first day at your new college is quite eventful to sa th least. but everything seems slightly less chaotic when Jeon Jungkook offers to help you on your way - if only knowing him wasn’t an even bigger mess than the day you first met. 

never be friends by @jjungxkook

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, crack, suggestive. summary: a healthy mix of irritation and amusement leads to kissing and making out with your best friend. everyone knows that. 

white lies by @noteguk

genre: smut, fluff, very minor angst.  summary: in which Jungkook lies his way out of and into trouble. bet he can’t tell white lies when it comes to you. 

happy birthday loser  by @jungk0oksthighs

genre: idiots to lovers, smut. summary: after three years of limping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration.

what if I love you too much? by @taleasnewastime

genre: fluff, angst, smut, single mum reader. summary: jungkook. it’s only a name you learn after your son kicks his ball over the fence. before that you only knew him as the hot new neighbour who mows his lawn topless. and though you have no intention of getting to know him anymore than that, inevitably you do. you don’t necessarily fall, it’s too slow for that, but you definitely develop feelings you don’t intend to feel. because you know men like him, and you know that whatever you’re feeling, he’s probably not feeling the same. all the same, however hard you try, you can’t help yourself.

roommates by @jjkeverlast

genre: roommates to lovers, roommates au.  summary: you’ve been roommates with jeon jungkook for quite some time now, not having a single thought of him other than a roommate. but things take an unexpected turn when you accidentally catch him in the act.

on my knees by @jjkeverlast

genre: smut (seriously this is pure smut) summary: who needs a vibrator when Jeon Jungkook is here to do the job? not you. 

the act of falling by @kooktrash

genre: smut, angst, fluff, established fwb, fuckboy!jk x fem!reader. summary: what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

stay by @koostarcandy

genre: fluff, angst, slight smut, this is the “she fell first bet he fell harder” trope. summary: Jungkook comes in and out of your life like a recurring side character in a 90s show. you wish that he would stay, just like the main character that he is.

eat me by @7deadlysinsfics

genre: pwp, fwb au, f2l au, smut, fluff. summary: you accuse all men of not knowing how to make women cum, and your best friend, ever the competitive one, challenges you to let him show you that he doesn’t fall into that category. blame the tequila for what ensues.

the boy with galaxies in his eyes by @oddinary4bts

genre: fwb to lovers, idol!au, angst (a lot), smut (a whole lot too), fluff. summary: you had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. that is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

changes in between by @taegularities

genre: roommate au, s2f2l; some crack, fluff, angst, smut. summary: “does that mean that I can kiss you now” becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into- but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life. 

rockstar 101 by @jeonjcngkook

genre: rockstar au, pwp, established relationship, smut, just pure unadulterated filth. summary: in the words of christina aguilera, “there’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm” and Jungkook is certainly coated in it.

groupie by @joonsy2k

genre: smut, fluff if you squint. summary: your best friend Jimin invites you to see his band, painted duck, perform at your local bar. you didn't expect to end up backstage with the bands lead bassist.

feel better by @mercurygguk

summary: your boyfriend arrives home after the Grammys, seeming annoyed and disappointed. and as his girlfriend, you want to make him feel better.

seven days a week by @back2bluesidex

genre: pwp, smut, fluff if you squint. summary: Jungkook promised himself that he will be fucking you right seven days a week.

primrose by @jeonjcngkook

genre: romance, established relationship, fluff, smut. summay: "I said... we're not done. understand?"

concrete king by @bratkook

genre: fluff, smut, limbo energy. summary: when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him.

part two: hit the slopes.

cockblocked by @mercurygguk

genre: roommates au + friends (idiots) to lovers, smut/fluff/angst. summary: in which a pair of best friends are hopelessly in love with one another but they're too dumb to realize, even when everyone around them are dropping hints every five minutes. or alternatively; "you're an idiot for thinking i wouldn't love you back."

wicked by @noteguk

genre: smut, demon!jk. summary: in which incubus!jungkook likes to ruin pretty innocent things, and you might just be the perfect target.

many moons by @onlyswan

genre: royalguard!jk x princess!reader, strangers to lovers; fluff, angst a bit, slightly suggestive. summary: your father sets off to find a way to get you the moon, not realizing he has already given it to you.

all over you by @taegularities

genre: fantasy!au, HP!au, exes/e2l!au, light angst, fluff, smut, a lot of smut. summary: you just wanted to win the prize in options class, but it seems as if your ex has other plans.

DRABBLES

strawberry lips by @personasintro

genre: fluff  summary: it’s not your fault your professor is extremely young and oh, so hot. 

tryna smoke by @kooyeux

summary: little weed smoking sex session with you fuck buddy Jungkook in his lil' studio.

squirtle by @kooyeux

summary: "if you were a pokemon, you would be squirtle".

[ruinix]

The yappers, Yanni and Kiefer, looked like they were having fun (well, at least kiefer is; clip here)

(Seattle Kraken @ Vancouver Canucks, December 28, 2024)

[wr1ghtw0rth]

AA1 basically.

Maya and Gumshoe were way too much fun to add lmao

[starrynightsxo]

"Cardan grins at me as though we've been great friends all our lives. I forgot how charming he can be--and how dangerous that is."

- Jude Duarte, The Cruel Prince

[s4svnn]

Out of bounds . JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; his love subjected you to the true extent of deception, a merciless lie wrapped in the illusion of paradise, until the truth tore it apart - he was always out of bounds.

↳ Jungkook x reader

↳ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: ongoing

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Chapter Ten

I woke up the next morning to the faint scent of cigarettes and the low murmur of a voice outside my door.

Blinking against the early light streaming through the curtains, I reached out instinctively—but the space beside me was empty. The sheets were rumpled and still faintly warm, but Jungkook was gone.

For a moment, confusion clouded my thoughts. Had he left? Had last night been some kind of fever dream brought on by my exhaustion?

But then I heard it—the unmistakable timbre of his voice, sharp and deliberate, cutting through the morning stillness. I pushed the covers off and slid out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I padded toward the source of the sound.

When I reached the living room, I froze.

The balcony door was cracked open, and through the gap, I saw him—shirtless, cigarette balanced loosely between his fingers as he leaned against the railing, speaking into his phone.

His back was to me, broad and defined, and for what felt like the hundredth time, I took in the ink that stretched across his skin.

It was breathtaking.

Dark lines and intricate patterns wove together seamlessly, the tattoos rippling with every subtle movement of his muscles.

I didn’t even realize I was staring until Jungkook shifted slightly, and my breath caught when I saw the sharp angle of his jaw and the way his dark hair fell messily over his forehead.

“I already told you,” he said into the phone, his voice low and irritated. “It’s fine. Everything’s under control.”

He paused, exhaling a long stream of smoke before flicking the cigarette away and leaning back against the railing.

“No, I’m not backing out. You think I don’t know what’s on the line here?” His tone sharpened, but there was something almost lazy about the way he said it, like he was used to these kinds of conversations.

I lingered in the doorway, unsure whether to interrupt or retreat, but before I could decide, Jungkook turned—and his eyes locked directly on mine.

His brows lifted slightly in surprise, but the corner of his mouth curved into a slow, knowing smirk.

“I’ll call you back,” he said into the phone without looking away. Then he hung up and slipped the device into his pocket before stepping inside.

“Morning princess,” he said, his voice rougher now, like he hadn’t fully woken up yet.

I cleared my throat, my gaze darting away from his bare chest. “Morning.”

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” I lied quickly. “I usually wake up around this time.”

Jungkook grinned like he didn’t believe me for a second, but he didn’t call me out on it. Instead, he leaned back against the counter, arms crossing casually over his chest as his eyes dragged over me.

I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I was still in the oversized hoodie I’d thrown on before bed—I realised belatedly, as the faint scent of him lingered in the fabric.

“You’re staring,” Jungkook said, his voice cutting through my thoughts.

I blinked. “What?”

“You’re staring,” he repeated, his grin widening. “If you wanted to check me out, you could’ve just asked.”

I felt my face heat instantly. “I wasn’t—”

“Sure you weren’t.”

“I wasn’t!”

Jungkook pushed off the counter, stepping closer. “It’s fine, you know,” he said, tilting his head. “I get it. It’s a lot to take in.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out.

“Don’t worry, though,” he continued, leaning in slightly. “You’re not the first girl to get distracted.”

“Oh my God,” I muttered, backing up instinctively as he advanced. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re a terrible liar, you were literally feeling me up all night.”

I glared at him, but he just laughed, the sound low and teasing as he stepped back and ran a hand through his hair.

“You stink of cigarettes,” I said, desperate to change the subject.

Jungkook smirked. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is a bad thing.”

“Not to me.”

“Well, it is to me,” I shot back, crossing my arms.

He raised a brow, clearly amused. “Oh? And what do you suggest I do about it?”

I hesitated, suddenly feeling very aware of how close he still was. “I don’t know. Stop smoking?”

Jungkook chuckled, his eyes dropping briefly to my lips before flicking back up to meet mine.

“Not happening,” he said easily. “But I’ll try not to stink up your apartment too much. Deal?”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re such a nuisance.”

“And yet you asked me stay the night.”

I froze, my cheeks burning at the reminder. “That was—”

“What?” he interrupted. “An accident? A mistake?”

His tone was teasing, but there was something heavier beneath it—something that made my pulse quicken.

“I didn’t say that,” I muttered.

Jungkook grinned, leaning closer until I had to tilt my head to keep looking at him.

“Good,” he murmured.

I swallowed hard, but before I could respond, he stepped back again, leaving me flustered and struggling to keep up.

“So,” he said, leaning casually against the counter. “What’s for breakfast?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Breakfast,” he repeated. “You’re the host, right? Isn’t that part of the deal?”

I stared at him. “You show up at my apartment uninvited, take my bed, and now you want me to make you breakfast?”

Jungkook shrugged. “Pretty much.”

I groaned, turning toward the kitchen to hide the fact that I couldn’t come up with a decent response.

“French toast,” I said over my shoulder. “That’s all I can make.”

Jungkook grinned. “Perfect.”

He followed me into the kitchen, leaning back against the counter as I started pulling out ingredients.

“You don’t have to watch me, you know,” I said, glancing at him.

“Maybe I like watching you.”

I nearly dropped the carton of eggs. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“Jungkook!”

He laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

By the time I managed to get the toast cooking, he had claimed the stool at the counter and was propping his chin on his hand as he watched me like I was the most entertaining thing in the world.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he said after a while. “Thinking about me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m thinking about how you’re going to dry the dishes after this.”

Jungkook grinned. “You’re bossy. I like it.”

“I’m not bossy.”

“You totally are.”

I pointed the spatula at him. “Fine if I’m bossy then you’re definitely cocky.”

“Obviously have you seen me,” he said, smirking.

I groaned, but despite myself, I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked, flipping the pancakes.

“Not really.”

“Seriously, how is an f1 racer of your rank not busy?”

Jungkook shrugged.

I glanced at him, expecting to see a smirk plastered on his face, but for once his expression was neutral. Maybe that’s what the phone call was about. But before I could get lost in my thoughts the weight of his gaze sent my heart racing all over again.

“So, do I get seconds, or are you gonna make me beg?”

I laughed despite myself. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you on your knees.”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

I didn’t answer—but the truth lingered in the air between us anyway.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I stood at the sink, my hands submerged in warm, soapy water as I scrubbed at the dishes. The faucet hummed softly, filling the kitchen with the gentle sound of running water. It should’ve been calming, but it wasn’t. Not when I could feel Jungkook’s eyes boring into me from across the room.

He’d been sitting on one of the stools at the counter, watching me in silence for the past several minutes. Every now and then, I’d glance over my shoulder, only to catch him smirking like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“You know,” I finally said, my voice louder than necessary to drown out the noise in my head, “you could make yourself useful instead of just sitting there.”

“Useful?” Jungkook repeated, his tone laced with amusement.

“Yes. Useful. Like drying these dishes, maybe.”

He hummed, leaning back in the stool and crossing his arms. “I don’t think that’s my kind of job.”

I shot him a glare over my shoulder. “And what is your kind of job?”

“Supervising,” he said smoothly.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the sink. “Unbelievable.”

“I’m good at it, though.”

“Annoying me?”

“Distracting you.”

My hands stilled in the water, the words hitting a little too close to home. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice without even looking at him.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Funny? No.” Jungkook’s voice suddenly came from much closer than before, and I froze as I felt the warmth of his body press lightly against my back. “Charming? Absolutely.”

“Jungkook—”

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and far too dangerous.

I barely had time to react before his arms slid around my waist, pulling me back against him. My breath hitched.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice higher than I would’ve liked.

“Helping,” he said, but there was no mistaking the amusement in his tone.

“Helping?”

“Mhm.” His hands spread across my stomach, warm and steady. “You seemed stressed. I’m relieving tension.”

I twisted slightly, my soapy hands hovering above the sink as I tried to look back at him. “You’re adding tension.”

“That’s not what it feels like.”

I swallowed hard as he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You’re really red,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not.”

He hummed softly. “Sure”

I shivered, trying—and failing—not to lean into his touch. “You need to stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“This.”

“Define ‘this.’

I opened my mouth to answer, but the words caught in my throat as his hands slid higher, his thumbs brushing just under my ribcage.

“Jungkook,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“Let me finish the dishes.”

“I think they can wait,” he murmured, and before I could argue, he reached past me, turning off the faucet.

I spun around quickly, my back pressing against the edge of the counter as I faced him. He was closer than I realised, his dark eyes locked on mine.

I opened my mouth to argue, but his eyes dropped briefly to my lips, and suddenly my brain short-circuited.

“What’s wrong?” he teased, his voice lower now. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re so full of yourself,” I muttered, forcing myself to look away.

“And yet, you’re still standing here, letting me touch you.”

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked softly.

“Doing what?”

“This,” I said, motioning vaguely between us. “Flirting. Touching me like this.”

Jungkook’s expression shifted slightly, but the playful spark never fully left his eyes. “Because I like it.”

“You like teasing me?”

“I like seeing your reaction when I do.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but Jungkook beat me to it, leaning in just enough that I could feel his breath against my cheek.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he murmured, echoing his earlier words.

I glared at him, but the heat creeping up my neck betrayed me. “You need to stop saying that.”

“Why? Does it make you nervous?”

“No.” I huffed, stepping sideways to put some space between us. But Jungkook followed, crowding me again with that same lazy confidence that was equal parts infuriating and distracting.

“Can’t you just—”

“What?”

“Give me space!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re—”

“What?”

“Annoying!”

Jungkook grinned. “You keep saying.”

“Because it’s true!”

He laughed, clearly enjoying how flustered I was. “Then ask me to leave.”

I hesitated, and Jungkook’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Annoying prick” I muttered, grabbing a towel and starting to dry off the plates just to have something to do.

“And you’re stubborn,” he shot back, leaning against the counter and watching me with far too much amusement.

“Can you stop staring at me?”

“Nope.”

I sighed, trying to ignore him as I stacked the plates. But it was impossible when I could still feel him standing there, completely unfazed.

Finally, I turned to face him, crossing my arms. “What do you want?”

Jungkook tilted his head. “Right now?”

“Yes.”

He stepped closer again, his gaze never wavering.

“You,” he said simply.

My breath caught, and for a moment, all I could do was stare at him. He didn’t move, though, and I could feel the heat radiating off him even from where I stood.

“You’re blushing again,” he teased.

“Shut up.”

He grinned. “Make me.”

I groaned, turning back to the sink, but Jungkook was relentless. He moved in behind me again, his hands settling lightly on my hips this time.

“Jungkook—”

“You’re fun to mess with,” he interrupted.

I tried to push him back, but he didn’t budge.

I wanted to argue—I really did. But the way he looked at me, the way he touched me, made it nearly impossible to think straight.

Instead, I focused on drying the dishes, doing my best to ignore the way Jungkook’s hands lingered just a little too long.

“You’re not helping anymore than you were before,” I muttered.

“Not trying to,” he replied, clearly enjoying himself.

I sighed, but before I could say anything else, he leaned down again, his lips brushing lightly against my ear.

“You’ll get used to it,” he whispered.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I had just finished drying the last dish when I felt Jungkook step closer again, his presence warm against my back. Before I could even turn around, his fingers brushed the hem of my hoodie, tugging it upward ever so slightly.

“What other tattoos do you have?” he asked, his voice low and far too curious for my liking.

I paused, my heart skipping a beat as I quickly pulled my hoodie back down, twisting away from his grip.

“Hey!” I smacked his hand lightly, my cheeks already heating. “Shameless much?”

Jungkook just laughed, completely unbothered by my reaction. “Oh, I’m the shameless one?” he teased, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter again. “That’s rich coming from you.”

“Me?” I stared at him.

“Yeah,” he said, his lips curling into that all-too-familiar smirk. “You saw all my tattoos l—and don’t even try to deny it. I caught you staring.”

“I said I wasn’t staring!”

“You absolutely were.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he just raised his eyebrows, daring me to lie again.

I huffed, crossing my arms. “Okay, fine. Maybe I looked. But you didn’t exactly leave me much of a choice, standing there shirtless on my balcony like you were posing for a photoshoot.”

Jungkook grinned. “You’re welcome princess.”

I rolled my eyes, but the heat in my cheeks only intensified.

“Still,” he added, stepping closer again, “it’s kind of unfair, don’t you think? You got to see all of mine, but you won’t even let me take a peek at yours?”

I took a step back instinctively, but he followed—just like before—until I was trapped between him and the counter again.

“That’s different,” I said quickly, tugging my hoodie down even further.

“How?”

“Because,” I began, but the words caught in my throat as his eyes dropped to where my hands were gripping the hem of my hoodie.

“Because what?” he pressed, his voice dipping lower.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “Because I only let people who are close to me see my tattoos,” I said, my voice softer now. “Especially the ones in more… intimate areas.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened immediately, and for once, he didn’t have a quick comeback ready. Instead, he dropped his head slightly, his lips brushing against the curve of my neck as his hands found my waist again.

“You’re such a tease,” he muttered, his voice warm against my skin.

I shivered, my fingers tightening around the edge of the counter as I fought the sudden urge to lean into him.

“You started it,” I managed to say, though my voice came out shakier than I wanted it to.

Jungkook chuckled softly, his breath fanning against my neck as he pressed a little closer. “Did I?”

“You know you did.”

He tilted his head, his nose brushing lightly against my jaw. “You enjoy it.”

I swallowed hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

“Admit it,” he murmured, his lips grazing my skin now.

“I don’t—”

“Just admit it,” he teased, his voice practically dripping with amusement.

“Shut up” I said blushing madly.

“And you’re still not denying it.”

I opened my mouth to fight back, but before I could, Jungkook pulled back just enough to meet my eyes again.

“Fine,” he said, smirking. “I’ll let it go—for now.”

“Good.”

“But only if you promise to show me at least one of your more hidden tattoos eventually.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Eventually?”

“Yeah,” he said, his grin widening. “I always win so I can wait.”

I snorted. “That’s a stretch.”

“You don’t think I can win against you at something?”

“Not even a little.”

Jungkook smirked, leaning in again until his lips were just inches from mine.

“Wanna bet?”

My breath caught, but I forced myself to keep my expression neutral. “What kind of bet?”

He shrugged, pretending to be casual, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. “If I win, you need to do something for me. If you win…”

I raised an eyebrow. “If I win?”

His smirk deepened. “You get to pick what I do. Anything you want.”

I blinked, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he still was. “And what exactly am I supposed to win at?”

Jungkook grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “I’ve got something in mind.”

“Great,” I muttered, but my pulse was already racing.

“You scared?”

“No.”

“Good,” he said, stepping back just enough to let me breathe again. “Then it’s a deal.”

I narrowed my eyes. “I never agreed to that.”

“You didn’t say no either.” He smirked walking out of the kitchen before I could get another word in.

“What did I get myself in to” I cursed under my breath, but the truth was, my heart hadn’t slowed down since the moment he touched me.

And as much as I hated to admit it, part of me didn’t want it to.

[jemilyvsjeid]

The BEST one

Cat + Reid edit 🫣🫣🫣🫣 giveeee pls

[tsutsumi-kurose]

do y’all ever think about teru and hanako commiserating about not understanding their little brothers. because like. imagine teru and hanako bonding over the grief of not understanding their little brothers. his whole life he’s just that little guy who loves you and who you love back because of course you love each other and then one day he’s asking you if that love you’ve never questioned is conditional and you’re forced to realize that maybe you don’t really know much of anything about the boy who’s been chasing right behind you, practically glued to your side, his whole life. tsukasa asks amane if he loves him and amane says of course he loves him but then tsukasa disappears and when he comes back he’s different and does that “of course” still hold up even with how much tsukasa has changed? kou always looks up to teru and teru always protects kou until one day kou grabs teru’s sword and bleeds for a school wonder and then he asks what teru would do if kou became a supernatural and teru can’t say in that moment that he’d love him no matter what, can he? maybe he’d eventually come around to a yes but it’s a question he’s never felt the need to ask himself before. amane and teru take so much for granted until tsukasa and kou flip everything upside down and suddenly neither of them know anything about their little brothers anymore and they have to grapple with limits of their love while fumbling blindly in the dark

[colenotcoal]

Hope you know you’re fucking pathetic, Larson. But the only reason we met is because of Astrid and you cool ig

[inbabylontheywept]

Healing+Lightning=

Wizard Launcher

Avalahn was already halfway through the anti-lightning sigil when he realized that the hedge wizard's spell was continuing. Surprising. Dual element spells were rare enough amongst polished circle elves. For a backwood self-taught like the human in front of him, they were signs of a prodigy.

Still, it was hardly worth worrying about for someone with his centuries of experience. He simply relooped his hand instead of closing his fist, preparing himself to charge his sigil with a second element in turn.

Or, so he thought. His almost bored counterspelling was replaced by consternation.

The first spell he’d identified clearly enough. Aerothurgy of the third ring, a lightning blast designed to cripple warriors by overdrawing their muscles. Atypical for wizard duels, but perhaps the hedge wizard was trying to avoid lethal options. He would be disappointed if he expected the same courtesy from Avalahn himself.

But the second spell, he’d never seen used in a duel before. It was a biomancy spell, but far more intricate than the lightning spell. At least sixth ring. He’d seen something like it used to reattach severed tendons.

Why would he try to heal me, right after harming me?

The hedge wizard maintained focus as he traced the last symbols through the air, completing the cast. Avalahn closed his fist and finished his sigil, protected from the lightning part of the attack. If there was a look of trepidation on the hedge wizard’s face as he finished, Avalahn assumed it was fear from fighting a superior mage.

He assumed wrong.

There was a sound like the rigging of a ship tearing loose, like a mighty cord breaking under unimaginable strain. The hedge wizard howled in pain, but more important than that, he flew. Avalahn had no time to cast a physical barrier. He’d been prepared for lightning and thunder, not for the filthy half-feral man to cross the thirty foot gap between them in half a second. His brain was still trying to process how healing plus lightning resulted in a wizard launcher.

The wizard slammed into him at waist level, a dagger sharp shoulder aimed perfectly at his diaphragm. The sound he made as every fragment of air left his body was similar to the noise a rat would make while getting run over by an oxcart.

The two bounded down the road, a knot of limbs and robes. Avalahn may have been caught unprepared for the dive tackle, but he wasn't completely useless in a scrap. His reflexes were still top notch, and even when he couldn’t tell up from down, he could still cast a ward against blows.

The hedge wizard was definitely slower and smaller than Avalahn himself was, but if nothing else he was in his element. Avalahn managed to throw a few sharp elbows into his ribs, but when the scramble stopped the human was the one on top.

The sigil was not focused enough to full stop the first blow, but it softened it. His head still bounced back against the grass, but it was hardly the crushing blow that the hermit had clearly hoped for. The second blow was also warded, but still went hard enough to draw a trickle of blood from one nostril. He tracked the recoiled fist of the human wizard and was surprised to see a large rock clutched in its palm. He must’ve snatched it off the path some point during the tumble.

Clever little bastard.

He did have an ace of his own, a little trick built into every ward he cast. Wrapped in all of his defensive casts he always threw in an energy trap, a way to turn the enemy's strength against them.

Between the tumbling and the punches, the physical ward was practically shimmering with built up charge.

He released it with a snarl. The hedge had no time to react, one second he was trying to pummel Avalahn to death with a rock, the next he was physically thrown ten feet back. If he’d landed on his back, Avalahn would’ve had enough time to finish him off with an ice spear, but the stupid, grimy, wicked little beast landed on both feet and charged foward like a bull.

Centuries of knowledge, analyzed in fractions of a second. Spells, wards, sigils, none could be cast before the human crossed the gap.

Only one choice.

He swung a haymaker at the humans jaw. His mind worked faster than his arm could alter course and he watched in slow motion horror as the human twisted his head and ducked, taking the blow on the forehead instead of the chin.

Avalahn’s punch had more power than sense behind it, and decades of sedentary life had made him soft. He barely had time to wince at the boxer's fracture he gave himself before he felt the little man’s arms wrap around him, surprisingly from behind. He must’ve managed to slide under his leg.

As he reached down to break the vice grip that the human had, he realized that the humans fingers were twitching the same lightning spell that they had before. He’d been too busy fighting for his life to process what the hell that opening move was, but in that split second, he realized what was about to happen.

The human didn’t use lightning spells to attack directly. He used them on himself, as a way to overload his muscles and gain a temporary and painful burst of superstrength.

The healing was just used to fix whatever horrible damage he did to his own muscles in that moment.

The twitching stopped and he knew that the convocation was complete. He could only sit in silent horror as he felt every muscle in the humans body bunch together in one powerful pulse.

The arms around his waist crushed together like a vice, harm enough to snap at least two of his lower ribs. He felt his feet lift off the ground as the muscles in the humans back pulled taut, saw the ground rush up to meet him as he was flung carelessly over the human’s shoulder.

It wasn’t a clean knockout. It was a filthy, vicious, visceral knockout, and in the human’s eyes, that was far better.

The hedge wizard spent a few seconds on the ground, quietly contemplating his choice to pull every muscle from his hamstrings to his shoulders. He didn’t have enough mana to fix himself right as rain, but he could work up enough to at least get himself onto his feet again. He took a moment to drag the unconscious elf into the shade under a tree before rummaging around the finely tooled leather bag the traveler had brought. There was a bag of candied nuts that he helped himself to, as well as a small bottle of brandy, but the rest he left be. He liked his creature comforts, but he wasn’t a bandit. He’d just wanted to make a point about what happened to people that tried to barge through his woods, only to threaten violence when told to leave. He couldn’t tolerate bullies, but he especially couldn’t tolerate bullies blessed with magic.

Still, he felt a little bad for his petty theft, and slightly impressed with the physicality of the fight. He hemmed and hawed for a few seconds before fishing through the pack again, this time pulling out a quill and some parchment. Using one of the hardbacks in the bag as a desk, he wrote a small note to leave on the unconscious elf's lap.

Nyce heighmayker. You can travil thru, provyded you bary your shits. When you retern to your Very Fancy Sercil, try to reed a book on how NOT to get suplecksed. Haha!

Syned,

Tom Bug

Ps. Your desent enuf for a book wizard. I gess you can stop by agen, if you behayv. Bet your frends are pricks tho. Tell them to stay away or I will kill them with a rok.

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