#jungkook senario

[achbbys000]

BY BLOOD

She’s your mother, but only by blood.

Word count: 1,2k

Genre: verbal violence!au, life lesson

ᴡ ᴀ ʀ ɴ ɪ ɴ ɢ s; slight mention of family!abuse & sexual harassment, mentions of violence, words13+

“You stupid girl!”

The yells of your mother echoed through the apartment as you enter it.

She came out rushing, a phone on her right hand and eyes redder than the devil is, redder than usual. Her hair a mess, clothes torn out in her diminished body and face white, as pale as death.

You watched her as she brisk pace towards you, an expression on her face that you couldn’t quite figure out. There was regret, disappointment, worry…but most of all anger.

Your body, on the other hand felt feeble. You weren’t there mentally, still shocked by the events that happened previously. Too unsteady to stand still, and as your mother’s hand landed on your cheek with force, it made you wonder if coming here was any better than leaving away from him.

“You’ve been away..for god’s know how long, and then I get a phone call that my daughter has been bloody harassed by a man I trusted her to be alone all the damn time?!” She shrieked in an upsetting voice while her tears stained her cheeks, a hand on her forehead as a self-soothing gesture.

Your mother went through a lot. A thing she could never accept and comprehend was her daughter been taken advantage of and been exposed.

Like she didn’t do that to you everyday.

Like she wasn’t the main reason her daughter was being so frail and powerless.

“Y/n…how could you not tell me..?” Sadness overwhelmed her as she took you in her arms.

You stood there with your head still tilled by the hit she gave you not seconds ago. Your features didn’t flinch the slightest, and neither did your body. You let it go away, as your mother always advised you. Unexpressed, gulping down the pain you felt when your mother tighten her hold on you, hearing her cries echoing and filling the void.

You let her be your prop for once only to prevent you from falling. You had no strength to fight.

No strength to cry, to yell.

To say so many unspoken things like; “I would tell my mother but you’re not one.”

And you smiled at the thought…you smiled at the thought of leaving this hell hole of an apartment and life behind.

You felt so trapped and unwanted that some times, it seemed hard to breathe in here with her. Like it would be bad and it would annoy her.

“I’m sorry.” She said, “You hear me…?”

And you heard.

But it was too late for her to be forgiven.

You heard her repeat these words for so long, know it now by heart because you actually believed in them. Believed in her.

You had hoped that one day, she’ll pass through her anger and see the damage she causes.

“How could I be this cruel to my little girl…My love forgive me please.” She pleaded with tears in her eyes.

“I did that.” She fell on her knees with you and broke down in tears, “I fucking hurt you again! I don’t deserve you…I’m so sorry Y/n”

“I know that it hurts, honey, but that’s what happens when you don’t do what I say.”

“If you Ever leave, I’ll die…hm? You don’t want mama dead, right??”

“It will never happen again– I promise, I’m so sorry, so sorry.”

Tears. Pleads. Yells.

They never really ended.

And that was mainly the reason your mother’s tears didn’t affect you anymore.

“Talk to me Y/n!! Say something— a-anything!” She pleaded, searching deep into your eyes…maybe some kind of feelings you didn’t shown for years now.

“Y/N YOU HEAR ME?” She shook your body worryingly so you could look down at her, and as you stare at her face with nothing but dead eyes, not a word was spoken from your lips.

“So that’s what’s going to happen? You’ll stand there, watch me cry while you say nothing?…Talk god dammit!”

She yelled.

It's a little disconcerting how deeply she's looking into your eyes, as if she's searching for something. The intense eye contact only serves to thicken the tension between the two of you as she waits for your answer.

She was your mother, yes— by the name, but not at all by heart. You couldn’t feel the love radiating off of her body when she caressed you like before. That woman didn’t know you at all and it made you let a hollow laugh at the realisation.

The only thing you did was to take her arms off of you. You looked down defeatedly and turned around to the only place you could find a little peace.

Your room.

“Y/n.” She called as she followed you, but you didn’t halt as she expected and step up your pace.

“Where are you going?? You think you can get away that easy?” She called out behind you. “You enjoyed it deeply inside you, didn’t you? Are you that greedy?!”

Finis.

That’s all it took for you to come to a stop.

Your voice barely audible as you choked the words, “You think of me that low?”

Your back was still facing her tremulous self, hiding the harden your face had formed. There are times, when words drill into your skin deeper than any weapon you’ve ever think of. And the repeat of the same mistakes she makes, has you feeling drilled in holes.

An emptiness.

You couldn’t believe what your ears heard.

No. You must have been mistaken.

Been harassed and then blamed for liking it by your own blood?

Past the limits.

“You don’t seem to deny it…”

There was a pause, instant regret in her voice. She knew the things she said was too fucked up to the situation yet she couldn’t help but utter them, not counting the damage it could cause you yet again.

“The least you could do…” You tried not to sound angry, “Is not to talk. Did not wait any better from you anyways.”

And the door closed.

There was once a boy who was very angry. His father, gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he would have to nail a nail against the fence.

On the first day, the boy had nailed 37 nails to the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails gradually decreased. He found it easier to keep his cool rather than nail the nails to the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy did not get angry at all. He said it to his father and he told him that now, each time he kept his composure he would have to unpin a nail. The days passed, and the little boy finally told his father that he had removed all the nails.

The father took his son and guide him to the fence. He said, "You've done well, son, but look at the holes in the fence. Never will the fence be the same. When you say things while you're angry, they leave scars like these. You can stab someone and then pull the knife. No matter how many times you apologize, the wound will be there."

The little boy then understood the power words held. He looked at his father regretfully and said, "Father, I hope you can forgive me for the holes I made to you."

"Of course I can," answered his father.

It's not always anger, but your actions in general. There are no "new beginnings" in life. There is no new beginning. Many people forgive easily, but the scars of the past never go away. Be careful of what you say today because sometimes the price isn't worth the reward.

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What seems to be something, is far from what it actually may be. We don’t always need words to clarify our sense. Some pictures speak for themselves louder than words do.

Hope you enjoyed!

#firstpost ©𝘈𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘣𝘺𝘴000 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

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What i was hearing while writing this;

[itstheimpossibledream]

Bam

Pairing : Jungkook and reader(y/n)

Word count: 3856

Summary: You drop off Bam from his grooming appointment and finally meet his owner. From there it's sexual tension city !

Warnings : Uprotected sex, domJK, smut , oral, all the things

“Bam!Get out of the tub- Get o-” 

The doberman’s eyebrows knitted and he seemed to question why it wouldn’t be fine for him to stay in the bathing tub all day. It wouldn’t have bothered you as much if you didn’t have the most splitting headache,your body begging for the day to be over. The rest of the groom went by without contest. Your coworker had already left for the night so, it was your job to finish up Bam’s look and drop him back off at home. You pulled up to the intimidating building and Bam eased out of the car, leading the way through the halls to his place. Your apron was dusted with an assortment of dog hairs and wet splotches where dogs had shaken to their heart’s content. You had groomed Bam a few times. He was becoming a regular client , and you chuckled to yourself, always finding it funny that people with short haired breeds would choose to get their dog groomed instead of doing it at home themselves. Must be rich you snort to yourself raising your hand to knock on the door. Not that you were mad. After his first groom, the owner had requested you. What you did to make him look so much different than other groomers you had no idea but, you were grateful for the client as well as the consistently generous tip. Even if you never knew who it was coming from. The door opened and the music in the background was much louder than it had seemed in the hallway. He was young and surprisingly attractive. His t-shirt fit loose but, you can see the canyon between his pec muscles through the shirt leaving no illusion to the fact that he was incredibly fit. You wanted desperately to reach your hand out and run your fingers over the hard mounds of flesh but, alas your professionalism was unmatched. 

He clears his voice “Thank you.” he extends a colorful arm out to grab Bam’s leash, the large doberman moved accordingly; completely unphased by the facial symmetry of his owner. You feel yourself staring at the tattoos but, each time you think to look away another picture catches your interest. He uses his other hand to put his glasses on his head,creating a temporary headband.

“Was he good?” he asks. While every bone in your body wanted to tell the truth you found yourself unable to disappoint the light in his eyes. The slight dimple, the questioning smile, he was ridiculously good looking. “Yea- ummm he was great !”  You lie shifting yourself in the hallway, finally realizing that you have to pee and your headache has not let up.

“ you okay?” He asks noticing your attention change.

“Mmmmhmmm.”  you turn to leave but, find yourself immediately turning back. “Actually would you mind if I use your bathroom?” You’re almost embarrassed to ask but you convince yourself to be cool. Everyone has to use the bathroom, be an adult. But let’s be honest ,your only thought  was how grateful you were right now that you only had to pee.

“ Ofcourse !” He smiles backing out of the doorway. He clearly thought there was something seriously wrong with you, if asking to use the bathroom was that much of a relief to him. He pointed in the direction of the bathroom and you ran. Embarrassed but aware there was a time stamp on this activity. You relieved yourself quickly; washing your hands and checking your appearance in the mirror and then searching the medicine cabinet for something that would help your headache. You were partially annoyed that you hadn’t found anything and the fancy ass cabinet/mirrored door was so elaborate that it slipped through your hand and crashed into place. You double checked yourself in the mirror and decided to just go with it. Post work you was not your hottest you but, there was really nothing you could do about it now. You chide yourself for that less than helpful pep talk and head out the door. 

As you entered the room he turned from the counter gently placing the small glass of soju on the island infront of you and then leaning on the countertop behind him. 

“What’s that for?” you ask a smile creeping into your cheeks with the thought that he might want to spend more time with you. 

“You look like you need it.” he jokes, extending his arm to grab the other glass that he had filled for himself.

“Cheers!” he smiles like a little kid and downs the liquor. You taste yours as well. He pulls his lips back with a short intake of breath before leaning forward, forearms on the island, bangs beginning to fall free of their glass barrier and floating into his eyes.

“So did that wash down whatever you stole?” his eyes were intent on you studying your face. 

“I mean I know I don’t have anything good.” he says, turning to pour again. 

“I didn’t take anything. I just had a headache and was looking-” you trail off. 

“Ooooo. well you could have just asked!” he brushes past you and goes into the bathroom laughing. He comes back out with the container gingerly twists off the top and you watch as the veins in his fingers work delicately to pull out two pills for you. Your eyes shift to Bam on his dog bed squeaking his toy, happily ignoring the humans in the room. 

“Here.” he rolls the pills into your hand and you mumble a thank you. He reaches across the counter for his glass and the bottom of his shirt rides up the smallest bit. You roll your eyes because it's all you can do to keep from tattling on yourself with stares. AVERT YOUR EYES is all your brain is thinking. He hands you the small glass. 

“Wasn’t this yours?” you ask.

“Scared of drinking after me?” he plays with you, stepping in closer. 

“I don’t know you but, I don’t trust you.” you say mimicking his action and not breaking eye contact. You wonder if it was too much but, you can tell by his body language he was more focused on continuing the conversation. 

“I don’t have diseases, if that’s what you're worried about.” he turns and crosses the room petting Bam on the dog bed. 

“Says the wealthy, hot man in his 20’s” you snort taking a sip to wash down your medicine. Now, you make a grimace. The alcohol and the ibuprofen create a disgusting fizz on your tongue. 

“I’m hot and wealthy you hear that?” he mimics, talking to Bam.It wasn’t like you didn’t stand by your words but, you felt the heat rising in your cheeks as he said it. You look down at the crystal glass in your hand, your thumb picking at the design. 

“You can take off your apron if you want.” He says finishing a scratch on the top of Bam’s head, Bam to invested in his toy to notice. 

“ O ! Yea…” you begin pulling your apron over your head. You feel it get caught in your hair and almost die of embarrassment. He notices your need for assistance and quickly closes the space between you. You hear him let out a small laugh before you feel his warm hands on top of yours. 

“Let me try.” He says calmly.

You huff and put your arms by your side. Acutely aware of the fact that you seemed like a stubborn child but, he soon had you released, popping your hair tie in the process.

“You broke it on purpose.” You joke in a deadpan voice as he presses the broken fibers into your palm. You look up at him and he walks backwards towards his soju again.

“It’s pretty down.” He says winking before he turns to the counter. He moves so quickly you almost weren’t sure if you saw it.

“So you use Bam to lure women back to your home and kill them with compliments?”

“  mmmmm.You started that.” he says between swallows. 

“Well don’t get used to it.” You say. “ I’m usually not that nice.”

He snorts at that. “ you work with dogs, I find that hard to believe.” his glasses fall onto his face but, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“ Ahhhhh there’s where you’re wrong.” You smile “ The dogs don’t care if you’re nice, Just consistent. Plus, they’re easy to get along with. They don’t talk.”

“ You think I only intend to talk with you? “ he asks, raising his eyebrows over his glasses. The act itself was enough to make your breath catch in your throat but you somehow manage to stay calm and collected. For a moment it felt as though all the air had left the room. You quietly held your glass, picking again at its intricate design. Listening to the music of his footsteps as he gently pads his way to stand in front of you. 

“Do you think I poured you a drink and invited you in, only to talk to you ?” You finally looked up from your glass, he toyed with the piercing on his lower a boyish smile playing on his face.

“Am I not a riveting conversationalist?” you say blankly.

He laughs over your dry humor, using it as an excuse to move closer to you.

“You definitely are.” he promises,stepping closer into you. You can’t help but smile at his smile.Your eyes flicker up to him and you find yourself screaming ‘just do it!’ in your head.

He swings his hand to the crook of your neck  and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s simpler than you expected, soft but confident. He holds you like that for a while, his mouth working on convincing you, his hand holding your neck and playing in your hair. His other hand comes to the small of your back and you finally feel contact between your lower region and his. He goes slow, pressing into you to test out the levels of your comfort. You focus on the kiss deepening and at the right moment he pulls back and you're able to bite his lip a bit, piercing the opposite side of his mouth. He smiles, bringing his other arm up to your throat, choking you a little bit. His kiss makes your stomach flip. You’re  lost in the comfort of his arms but somehow manage to work your hands into his hair. He holds your hip and slowly starts to grind into you. Instinctively you let out a moan , which causes him to break into another smile. 

“I’m that good ?” He whispers in your ear. Unable to tolerate his smugness you grab a handful of his hair and pull. 

‘O? Really ?’ He asks. You look up at him , unable to respond but not letting up on your grip either. It almost feels made up but, you swear you can see his eyes darken. ‘Let go’ he commands , voice lower than normal. You open your hand and he pulls his shirt over his head slowly only momentarily breaking eye contact with you. ‘Race You!’ He says, throwing the t-shirt at you and you run behind him practically chasing him into his bedroom. He spins around, scooping you up as you run through the threshold of the room.He holds you so you have no option but to wrap your legs around him so as not to fall. ‘Good’ he whispers , pressing his forehead to yours. You knew, it was too smooth.  You knew he must have pulled that move a million times before. But, at that moment you didn’t care. He must have felt the hesitation in your body though, you momentarily stiffened and he lets you go. Setting you down,you take a few steps back and watch as he removes his socks and pants. He sits there in his underwear,his thighs thick through his clean Calvin Kleins.

“Your turn”  he says, peeking through the bangs of his hair, and folding his glasses on the nightstand. He cocks his head to the side and for a second you can tell he doesn’t know if you’ll oblige him or not. He leans back on his forearms, lip playing with his piercing and the view alone is enough to make you commit to fucking him as long as you physically can. Taking off your shirt makes him illicit a deep hmmm. You feel your stomach flip again at his approval. But, the jokester inside you wins,you turn around and shoot him an overly sexy look. You unhook your bra and let it float to the rug of his room. 

“Whooooo Hot!” he cheers you on. You put your all into it, quickly jumping out of your jeans and turning your back to him. You hook your fingers into the sides of your underwear.  

“Come On….Sell it !” he screams jokingly. You slowly shift it down your hips until they fall to the floor. You turn your back to face him, your hands barely covering all of your chest.

He tuts with his tongue “show me” his voice is soft, as he reaches out a hand towards you. You step forward, taking his hand and revealing yourself fully to him. He sighs, bringing you in close. You get on your knees in front of  him. Somewhat out of want but partially out of habit. 

He frowns down at you .

“What are you doing?” his voice is low and gentle. You look up at him, eyes wide and are almost embarrassed by the position you found yourself in. Completely naked on a stranger’s floor after a bit of conversation and one drink. He must be reading the self judgment on your face because he lifts you up, placing his forehead on yours again.

“Hey - we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” 

You relish in the intimacy of being this open to an absolute stranger. 

“O there’s nothing I don’t want to do right now.” you whisper to him. 

He laughs and the dimples in his cheeks deepen,making it impossible for you not to return his smile. You kiss him and he immediately gives in, lending you confidence that shatters all previous reservations. 

“Let’s just go slower “ he says, breaking from you and sitting at the edge of the mattress. 

“Ride” he says, slapping his thigh. A shiver races throughout your entire body and you feel your stomach flip as you look at him. He’s serious, you can tell. You slowly close the space between you, lifting one leg to straddle his. You look up at him, face innocent. You kiss him again, this time grabbing him by the throat and adding the slightest bit of pressure. You pull back and he is giving a wide, toothy smile like a kid. “Ride me , please” he jests with a lifting of his eyebrow. You allow him to pull you in again; this time as you kiss you find yourself slowly grinding into his thigh. He lets out a low growl in response and your stomach flutters. He sits his large hand in the crook of your hip and helps to move you on his leg. He can hear your moans becoming higher pitched and right before you get to release all over his leg he lifts you up, swinging your leg to his hip. Now you’re fully straddling him and his hands cup your face as he kisses you.  

“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait any longer.” he smiles , you lean in to kiss him but, he pulls back, playing  coy. 

“I thought you couldn’t wait any longer,” you joke.

“I just wanted to see you beg.” he says , lightheartedly.

“ Well I won’t” you say teasingly as he slips a hand between your bodies, smacking at your pussy. You jump a bit at the surprise and his other hand rests at the back of your neck.You omit a low hum as his hand moves in between your legs, coaxing a moan from your body. He smiles, pleased with his work.

“Good girl…. Good girl. Now beg.” You bite your lip, willing to moan but not give in to his demands yet. He uses his hand on your neck to angle your forehead to meet his. You kiss and his lips are unbearably soft. He finally uses two fingers to enter you and your breath hitches in your throat. You rest a hand on his chest and use it as leverage to help you ride his hand. He praises you while you move your hips faster, chasing that feeling. You feel yourself building up to it, almost tasting a touch of ecstasy, right when he removes his hand entirely. Your voice betrays you as you let out a sound in disappointment. He kisses you, soft and slow, holding your neck but extending a thumb to your chin to run the finger over your bottom lip. He sits it on your lip, slowly moving it in and out of your mouth, you suck it instinctively. 

“Say please baby.” He kisses you again, and you break the contact to whisper “please, please “ into his lips. As if making a pact with the devil , he immediately flips you over, removing his underwear and carries you into hell. He is a flurry of creamy skin, tattoos and dark hair as he positions his head between your legs beginning with a slow and consistent lick , eventually building to a mouth and hand combination that makes your legs shake. You lock your hand in his hair, grabbing tightly  and he laughs up at you reminding you to “be nice.” But he doesn't seem to actually care as you go back to suffocating him in your heat. After your third or fourth orgasm he decides it’s finally time for him to enter you. He speaks, sweetly , angling himself at your opening. His smile holds a mirror to the little boy he once was and while your attraction to him is unparalleled you can’t help but find him trustworthy, to feel as though you know that little boy would grow to be the kind of man who wants to keep you safe. 

“I got you , I got you.” he whispers into your ear before trailing his lips down your neck. He can feel your fighting for control of your body again, after coming down from the high of your last O. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and for a moment it feels like floating, him holding you, him filling you up, his voice whispering comfort to you. You watch from below him, as the veins in his neck bulge in the pursuit of his bliss. 

“Mmmm” he seems to say to himself , unaware that every sound he makes, assists in sending you over the edge. He held you down by your neck and you scratched at his back while he pushed into you a few more times, creating a space for himself. Carving out a moment of comfort and oneness between the two of you . His eyes closed, and his brows knit together as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“You feel amazing.” he whispers, into a smile. 

You kiss him and you feel the shiver that runs through his body. You’re momentarily pleased that he's just as surprised as you are by your physical connection. 

“I want to make you cum now.” he says ,sure of himself.

“Oh sooooooo confident !” you joke before he grabs your hips and swings you on top of him. With your hands on his chest you press yourself up and down bouncing on him. He holds the crook of your hip, his tatted arm coming up to grab you by the neck.

You dig your nails into his chest and he tightens his grip on your throat, challenging you as you wind your hips on him. You lean forward and whisper to him “I think I’m going to be the one to make you cum” before sucking on the skin at the side of his neck. 

He groans, letting go of your throat to run a hand through his hair. You lean back up to allow him a better view of you while you continue to ride him and you can see the resolve in his face beginning to break. His bicep looks large against the headboard and taking in his body from up top is too overwhelming. His hand makes its  way to your chest, gripping at your breast, your nipple nestled safely in between his fingers. It begins quiet but, it doesn’t escape your attention. He keeps closing and reopening his big brown eyes, his chest rising and falling with his moans as he lets you ride him. You’ve fully checked out on pleasing him and are focused on your own pleasure which seems to only intensify the sensations for him. You cannot watch your mouth as you near your orgasm and find yourself letting out a slew of curse words as you use him to reach your apex. His moans get louder and seem partially controlled until he feels you cumming. The contractions around him are too much for him to bear and he lets out a guttural noise you had not yet heard from him. He closes his eyes, head titled back towards the headboard trying to steady his breathing as he recovers from spilling inside you. You’re panting on top of him but find yourself unable to move and grateful for his supportive hands at your hips as you bring your lips down to meet his. 

“My god.” he exhales , and you laugh down at him through the wisps of his hair that had fallen in between you. He joins you chuckling, catching your breath as Bam paws at the bottom of the bedroom door. Not in a bad way but, just enough to let you know he is there. Which only makes you both laugh even harder. “I don’t want to move.” he whispers.

“ Well I think  Bam would disagree.” Your eyes read his face, trying to sear the memory of this intimacy into your brain forever. 

“Well Bam gets to see your beautiful face every few weeks, he can wait a little longer.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you but you move away. His dimples deepen, attracted by your unwillingness to give in so easily. You turn your eyes to Bam’s pawing at the door. 

“Fine.” he rolls his eyes rolling out of you and off of the bed. You watch as the muscles in his back contract as he redresses. He crosses in front of his record collection, coming back to the side of the bed to kiss you on your forehead.

“I’m not done with you yet.” his smile is cheeky as he leaves the room, you can hear the excitement in Bam’s footsteps as they race down the hallway. It was by far your most unprofessional thought of the day but, you found yourself secretly praying he never would be done with you. 

[wearebulletproof713]

Know You To Well

Genre: Suspense, Fluff, Romance (NO SMUT cause JK and reader are so innocent) srry, brother's best friend aka childhood best friends but separated to lovers??

Warnings!

Pairing: Jungkook with Reader (Y/N) (feat. Jennie from Blackpink, Kazuha from Le Sserafim, Dojoon from The Rose, & BTS)

Summary: You are the younger sister of Kim Taehyung, your popular, over protective brother finally allows you to meet his band mates, BTS. When you meet them and get an introduction from each member, someone butts in on JK and says "You know him to well."

Word Count: 1K-2K

Y/N-ahhh! Taehyung shouted. "Get ready to see them! Nothing revealing though, please." You had just put on a baggy sweater and jeans, biting your nails unsure what to wear to see idols. When in front of your brother, you just wore casual clothes. For others, well you had never seen others. Your overprotective brother forbid you from meeting any idols other than your friend, Jennie who figured you out by mistake. She had just been walking by and you were lost, so she helped you. Taehyung of course knew and also liked Jennie, she was his girlfriend.

"Coming down, Oppa." You shouted.

Taehyung looks up and down at you with a raised eyebrow and you freeze for a moment, hoping he doesn't say anything.

He smiles, "JK would like your sense of style. And, he's one of the most stylish people I know. Not more stylish than me of course!" Taehyung flicks his short yet long hair.

You giggle and head to the car.

When you finally get there, everyone heads over to say hi to Taehyung. You hang around in the back, to shy to say anything. Namjoon walked over to you, introducing himself with his wide dimpled smile.

"Hello there! I'm Kim Namjoon, aka RM. Are you Tae's sister?"

You nod shyly and look around to see if your brother was near you. Of course, he wasn't. Namjoon laughed at your shyness as the other members including your brother headed back into the studio. You sat on one of the chairs as the members were starting to to realize you were there. Taehyung wrapped his arm around you protectively and nudged you to tell everyone who you were.

"Hello, everybody. I am Y/N Kim, Kim Taehyung's sister." You had a bright smile on your face, yet you were shy. Everyone gathers into a circle.

"I'm Kim Namjoon, BTS's leader and-"

"The god of destruction, hyung!" Jimin cuts off.

Jimin sends you a flirty smile and Taehyung glares, shutting Jimin's smile off.

"I'm Min Yoongi, the producer for most of BTS's songs."

"I'm J-hope, or you can call me Hobi. I am a songwriter, rapper, sub-vocalist, dancer, and a sunshine!" He gave you a bright smile and sent finger hearts.

Taehyung rolls his eyes. He know that Hoseok isn't flirting with you though. Its just what he does.

"I'm Jimin, dancer and vocalist. You can call me Chim Chim. Would you like to see Chimmy, my BT21 character?"

You nodded then replied, "Sure. I would love to later!"

Kazuha, the rapper for Le Sserafim, walked in and gave you a hug.

"Hey, Y/N! I've missed you!"

Taehyung knew about Kazuha too. She was an old friend of yours and you guys still chatted a lot but due to her idol schedule, she became less active and you chatted with her twice every month.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook, the-"

"Y/N! You know him too well, remember?" Kazuha shouts.

You scrunch your eyebrows together and your nose is squished. You don't remember any Jungkook's.

"Do I?" You ask Kazuha.

"Don't you remember?" Jungkook frantically nods his head to get Kazuha to shut up. He wants you to figure out who he is.

"Aish, Y/N. Nevermind."

You are still confused by Kazuha but you shake it off.

Taehyung looks at you confused and then laughs it off.

"Y/N, it's probably Kazuha-ssi getting it mixed up. She knows many people."

Kazuha sees Jungkook's worried face and nods.

You think back and a sad feeling goes through you . The only person you wanted to see at the moment was your childhood best friend, Jeon. He insisted you called him that, not telling you his first name. The day after you had got into a fight with him, he disappeared. You were left crying, looking for him. He still held a big piece of your heart, and inside, you knew you would find him again.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Jimin asks.

You look over and nod your head. Everyone looks concerned.

"Yeah, I'm good."

You look over at Jungkook who is staring with his doe eyes at you. He looks like Jeon almost, who always knew what you were thinking about and could help you feel relived. Suga stood up and looked at Hobi's eyes, secretly conveying a message. Then Hobi looked to Namjoon who looked at Jimin, who looked at Taehyung who gave the message a hard no. Kazuha whispered something about Jennie ans Taehyung immediately stood up and so did everyone but you and Jungkook who were left confused. When everyone left, you and Jungkook sat in akward silence. Jungkook looked up and asked you about your childhood.

"Well, I had this one friend that mattered the most to me. His name was Jeon. Well, actually, I don't know his real name, because he never told me, but what he did tell me was that if he ever dissappeared, he would always come back. I wait every day outside in the park we used to go to together, hoping he would be there but he never came. I will still wait till the end though."

Jungkook wipes your cheek as you finally find out you've been crying.

"Why am I telling this to you? I barely know you and you've now been burdened by me."

"How have I been burdened? What if I-"

"Hey, Y/N! It's Dojoon!"

You look at the figure standing in front of you.

"Who?"

"Dojoon!"

"I don't know any Dojoon's."

Dojoon tried to take you by the arm, but you jerked away, just managing to release your arm. The, Dojoon takes your arm again, this time harder and try's to drag you away. Jungkook pryed Dojoon's hands off your arms and them puts his body in front of you, protecting you from Dojoon.

"Don't you dare touch her again, got it?" Jungkook snarls.

You look at him surprised and then Dojoon runs off, getting away from the scene. Junkook turns around to you with his worried eyes and sks,

"Are you okay, Y/N."

He gently holds your arm and sees red marks.

"That asshole."

Then Taehyung runs into the room with Namjoon and Kazuha.

"Y/N! Are you okay? Where are you hurt? Did he do something to you?"

Taehyung looks at you in concern and you nod.

"I'm fine, oppa."

Kazuha runs over and gives you a hug. So does Namjoon. You see Jungkook and he is looking into his hands. You walk over and hug him, whispering,

"Thank you."

Jungkook relaxes in your hug and lightly hugs you back.

"Your welcome, Y/N."

It's been 2 months since you've last seen Jungkook. You wanted to see him so badly but they had a tour coming up. You looked for tickets to see the final concert in Korea, but many of the seats were taken. You called Taehyung and asked him if you could stay backstage and watch the concert. He said that was fine. You were so happy to see Jungkook again. You didn't bother to search him up because you figured he could tell you about himself in person.

On the day of the concert, you prepared cute little snacks for the BTS members based off of their BT21 character. Then, you headed to the concert, excitement fluttering inside of you. As you find the backstage, you sit on the couch, waiting for the members to arrive. Before they file in, you set out the meals for them with a little note saying, 'You've got this!! Fighting!' When you hear the door open, you hide behind a door, waiting to see their reactions.

"Yah, look at this!" Jin shouts excitedly.

The members gather around the table and you sneak up behind them, waiting for the right moment to say boo.

"BOO!" You shout loudly and all of them jump up at least a mile. You giggle and wave.

"Hi guys!" You say.

"Hi, Y/N!" Namjoon says back.

You sit on a chair, drinking your boba tea, waiting for the members to finish their makeup and get dressed. Jungkook walked out first and comes over to you.

"Thank you for coming, Y/N. And thank you for the treats. They look super cute and yummy! I'll eat them later."

You smile and nod to Jungkook.

As the members get into their positions, Jungkook gives you a little wave and they take off.

After the concert...

"Tae! You were amazing! When you preformed 'Fake Love,' your moves were so sharp and precise! It was so fun watching you!"

Jimin butts in and says, "What about me, Y/N! I did well too, right?" Jimin gives you a big smile and you laugh, nodding.

RM looked at the members and then at the clock.

"Guys, we need to go. The plane will depart in 3 hours. Y/N, are you coming with us?"

"Yeah, I have my ticket and everything. I'll call an Uber to come and drop me off." You say.

Jungkook interrupts and says, you can drive to the airport with Taehyung, Jimin, and I. We have enough space." Jungkook smiles with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Of course! I would love to!" You smile back at Jungkook and giggle at his cute bunny smile.

As you head into the car, you hear Taehyung and Jungkook talking silently.

"When are you going to tell her, Jungkook?" Jungkook responded, "Soon."

2 weeks later

You knew you had seen Jungkook somewhere. He was like a faded memory, but not yet gone. You were in America for the groups North American leg of the tour. You had heard the chant. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook! Jeon. Your childhood best friend. Who had left at 13 to go pursue his dreams. It all made sense. Why didn't he tell you?

Once the concert ended, all the members came backstage, exhausted. They threw themselves onto the couches and chairs. Jungkook remained standing and looked at you. "Y/N? Can I talk with you?"

Jungkook led you into an empty room and let out a deep breath. You look at Jungkook, realizing how much he looked like Jeon.

"You probably figured it out by now," Jungkook started. "That we used to be friends. I'm sorry for not telling you... I wanted you to figure it out on your own. Please forgive me for not telling you... I-I'm sorry." Jungkook looks down, ashamed.

"It's okay, Jungkook. I forgive you."

Jungkook looks up, his eyes shining. "Really? You'd really forgive me? In that case... I have something to... confess." Jungkook looks down at the floor. "I've liked you... for a bit now. I understand if you don't or something but-"

Jungkook's voice gets stopped by the soft kiss you give him. You smile at him. "I like you too."

Jungkook's cheeks are red and he covers his ears, which were also red. An old habit he had. You giggle at his cuteness and he blushes even more.

Jungkook whined, "Stop~ It's embarrassing when you laugh at me~"

"You're so cute." you said

"And so are you~"

Oh my gosh I finally finished this!! I'm so happy, lol. Thanks for reading till the end!

[bunnyjungoo]

## younha’s official spotify !!

## younha’s personal spotify !!

## younha’s playlists explained !!

BERLIN CITY GIRL is a playlist created by younha’s german cousins after she’d asked them to compile their favorite songs for her to listen to. their music taste differs greatly from hers, but she surprisingly found herself enjoying most of the songs, even showing them to her brother, junho. her cousins regularly recommend new songs for her to add to the playlist and help her to keep up with the charts in her home country.

FOR HIM. is a playlist for younha’s boyfriend. she started creating it two months after they started dating, but only felt comfortable showing it to him one year into their relationship. younha associates a lot of memories with this playlist, so she couldn’t bring herself to delete it after their breakup.

FAVORITES is a compilation of younha’s all-time favorite songs. the genres in the playlist tend to be korean r&b, soul or pop-rock, an accurate depiction of her taste in music. she rarely adds songs to this playlist.

[justagirlinlovewithsevenboys]

A Broken Flower Still Smells Just as Sweet    Chapter. Three

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Warning drug use, Smut, and drama. Enjoy, and feel free to message me with any questions or suggestions. Thank you so much for reading. I hope you guys like it. 

Summary: Chapter three, a slip up leaves Y/n scared and clinging to a life with only herself to blame. Will Jungkook save her, or will he give up on the fragile Y/n? 

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Slowly you smiled up at Jungkook before replying, "Of course I'll sleep here with you."   Jungkook relaxed with your answer holding you close to his body. With a sigh of relief, he closed his tired eyes. His breath quickly reaching your small nose, making you salivate at the strong smell of liquor. Maybe if I kiss him, I can taste whatever he was drinking. Without any further thoughts, you quickly placed your lips against his. A shocked Jungkook finally started to kiss you back, parting his lips he began to ask for entrance into your welcome mouth. A lot of thoughts went through your mind as your tongue intertwined with each other. 

However, the thought that kept persisting was how good his mouth tasted and how nice it would be to have just one drink. As much as Jungkook was enjoying the kiss, he couldn't escape the tiredness quickly, grabbing ahold of his body and mind. Breaking your make out session, he clung to you tightly, tracing your arm that was now wrapped around his bare torso with his long fingers. Once you felt his breath become steady, and you were sure he was asleep, you crept out of his arms feeling a little guilty. Not enough to stop what you had your mindset on, however. 

As quietly as you possibly could, you snuck out of the bedroom into the kitchen. Frantically searching the mini bar, you found not one single drop to drink. Lowering your head in defeat, you made a rash decision. The hotel bar had to be still open... Throwing one of Jungkook's jackets around your frail body, you step out of the hotel room, you close the door sprinting toward the bar.

Upon reaching the bar, you ordered a double shot of Crown Royal. The smiling male bartender with brown curly locks slid the drink over to you before telling you it was on the house. A moment of hesitation left as quickly as it came while you lifted the glass to your mouth, letting the burning liquor hit your throat you felt your body relax. Before you knew it, you had ordered four more, drinking them down as soon as they were placed in front of you. In no time at all, you were drunk, the sweet feeling you missed so very much. But the nice feeling didn't last long...You began to think of the beautiful man sleeping upstairs, unaware of your recent wrongdoings. Emotions flooded you, realizing you couldn't go back tonight, or maybe even ever you checked your phone resting on the bar. 

Flipping through your contacts in your drunken state, you saw Alex's number, your good friend and drug dealer. He'd for sure come and get me you thought before hitting the call button. Within 30 minutes of your call, Alex pulled up in front of the hotel. Nodding at the doorman, you slid into the passenger seat of the 2002 Toyota corolla. Not many words were shared between you two as you sped off into the night. Not noticing at first in your drunken stupor that he had pulled the car over in a dark ally, averting your gaze to Alex as you finally realized you see him pulling a small baggie out of his dirty gray jacket before smiling at you. Holding the bag, he proceeded to open it while grabbing a spare key from the cup holder. Your eyes watched him intensely as he put a large amount of the pure white substance onto the key before placing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. 

Feeling your mouth water, you asked if you could have a bump out of pure habit. Alex handed you the bag and key telling you to take the rest if you wanted it. Before you could even think about being nervous and how doing this would ruin all you worked for, the key was up to your nose, and you were inhaling a hefty dose of cocaine. 

Mind racing from the stimulant, you were more alive than you had been all week. Alex smiled a crooked smile showing his stained yellow teeth to you and asked, "You wanna come to the club with me, Y/n? I was heading there when you called." Without hesitation, you said yes, and you guys were on your way.

Lights strobing, the air thick with lust, liquor, and smoke, happily, you made your way to the dance floor feeling at home in the grungy club. You swung your hips, moving your arms to the music while a few guys and girls danced around you. Taking a few more bumps and offering one to a cute blonde girl who wandered over to you, everything was as it should be until your heart started to pound at an incredible pace. Reaching for your chest, you stumbled to the bathroom, leaning down over a toilet you knew what was happening and you were powerless to stop it. Overdose!! overdose! overdose! overdose! the word played over and over in your head as you clung to the toilet seat begging your body to throw up the remaining alcohol. 

Meanwhile, a very tired and confused Jungkook finally realized you had disappeared. Calling Namjoon he made his way through the hotel, he finally asked the doorman if he had seen you. Once the doorman had explained that you had left little over an hour ago, Jungkook sprang into action hailing a cab; he told the taxi the name of the club he had first run into at praying you'd be there. Fear, confusion, and dread filled his entire being as they shot off in your direction. 

Finally, reaching the club, Jungkook shot out of the cab, rushing to find you. He questioned all the intoxicated people before finding the small blonde girl who told him after you gave her a bump, you had headed to the restroom. Thanking her quickly, he ran into the ladies' room and began to bang on each stall. 

"Y/n! Y/n?!?! Where are you??" He called, almost begging you to answer. Upon hearing his calls, you lift your head ever so slightly, calling back to Jungkook. Hearing your weak call, he rushed over to the stall you were laying in, opening the door he saw your frail body hunkered over the toilet which caused his heart to sink. The first thing that popped into his head was not to be angry at you as you suspected he would be. His heart was filled to the brim with sorrow, pain, and anguish as he looked at your sorry state. 

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook..." Your soft voice echoed throughout the stall, shaking his head; he just grabbed you into his arms. 

"Don't you say sorry to me. This kind of thing was expected Y/n. Almost every addict relapses at least once... I'm just so glad your alive, Y/n, I was so scared... I thought I might not find you... That you'd be gone forever." Jungkook cried out fear and pain evident in his shaky voice. 

You clung onto Jungkook as if your very life depended on it. Feeling shame and anger at yourself but most of all relief to be coddled in his firm, caring arms once more. Staying like that for what felt like a lifetime, you both rose to your feet, with Jungkook practically holding you up afraid to let go of you. Looking right into his honey-laced eyes, you muttered a few words that made Jungkook's eyes almost light up. "Please, Kookie, will you take me home." 

Nothing more needed to be said as he helped you out of the dark, damp club. When you finally reached the hotel, Jungkook put you to bed, called Namjoon, to let him know you were home safe and then crawled into bed, holding you tight all night long. 

The next morning came quick, and you found the sun rays forcefully pounding your face. You spotted a snoozing Jungkook clinging to your back; you couldn't help but smile to yourself at how sweet and understanding he had been. Seeing how much he truly cared ignited something in you a newfound want and need to be clean, not just for yourself but for Jungkook as well. Most of last night was a blur, but the way he held you was as bright as the north star on a clear night. 

Sliding out of Jungkook's arms, you went to the bathroom, turning the water on you disrobed and hopped into the shower.  Within a few minutes, a small knock was heard, following that a half-asleep Jungkook stumbles in heading toward the toilet. Feeling a little self-conscious, you hide behind your hands watching his lean figure walk right past the see through shower door, not even glancing at you. After he finished his business, he washed his hands while looking into the foggy mirror; he noticed your small frame in the shower behind him. Automatically he tensed and began to apologize. Laughing to yourself, you felt yourself relax now, not really minding if he saw or not. 

"Kookie, you don't need to say sorry...can you hand me a towel please?" Smiling so warmly at him, you could feel your cheeks start to burn as he grabbed the fluffy white towel from the counter. Before handing it to you, he couldn't help but look you over his eyes growing large as he did. Grabbing the towel from his hands, you wrapped it around your body, stepping out of the shower you and Jungkook were mere inches from one another. Both refusing to look away from the other. 

Without a second thought, you swung your arms around his shoulders, pressing your still wet body into his. Jungkook didn't hesitate to return the action, grabbing you firmly in his arms. Bravely looking into his eyes, you reached up, placing your hand on his warm cheek, pulling him down to you slightly before laying an intense kiss on his soft lips. His hands traveled your figure, leaving no area untouched. 

In the heat of the moment, you both made your way to the bed, Jungkook laying you down softly before sliding the damp towel off of you. A moment of shyness took over you as you watched him study your bare body, quickly covering your face with your hands and letting out a soft giggle. 

"Move your hands, Y/n I want to see your beautiful face as well." His words were life silk that covered your entire being.  Removing your hands, you saw a look of pure love in his sweet eyes. Removing his shirt and pants, he climbed onto you, pressing himself into you lightly, trailing soft kisses across your cheeks down your neck.  Feeling your heart threaten to beat right out of your chest, you ran your hands along his torso, committing every inch to memory. 

Making his way down to your hot womanhood, he placed the same feather-like kisses that made you almost jump out of your skin. Loving the way you were so sensitive to his touch, he couldn't stop from spreading your legs and delving slowly but deeply into you with his long finger as his tongue flicked gently on your clit. Sending pleasure throughout your whole body at his gentle yet powerful touch.  Soft moans escaped your mouth making Jungkook go faster, feeling yourself grow close and closer to your climax you held it in with every fiber of your being, begging yourself to hold out until you could feel every inch of his hard cock inside you.

Realizing you weren't going to let yourself release, Jungkook ceased his attack on your soaking pussy, removing his fingers as slowly as he could. He trailed kisses back up to your face pausing momentarily at your breasts, licking and kissing them. Once again, at your pink face, his lips pressed onto yours, begging for entrance into your mouth with his tongue that danced on your lower lip. Allowing him access, your tongue swirled around and around with his. Running your hand down his stomach between your bodies, you pulled at his boxers. Softly letting out a peaceful sigh into your mouth Jungkook broke the kiss to pull his boxers off, throwing them to the side. Placing his hard dick at your slippery entrance, he looked at you for your approval before sliding his tip into you. 

A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt him fill you, you became more needy the harder and faster he began to enter and exit you. Jungkook noticed how your body became putty in his hands' pleasure coursing through you both. He was already so close, but he wanted you to cum; first, he would not relent until he had you screaming his name in pure ecstasy. Your breathing became sharp as your chest heaved; every trust Jungkook did sent unrelenting pleasure through you until you couldn't contain it any longer. 

Throwing your head back, you screamed, "Jungkook, I'm gonna cum!" He smiled from ear to ear, "Let it go, baby, I'm here to guide you through it, cum all over my dick baby please" His words rang through your ears as you finally felt your climax hit you like a bag of bricks. Jungkook let you ride out your orgasm before pulling out and releasing on your lower stomach, panting and sweaty he laid his tired body next to yours then pulled you onto his chest. 

As you both laid there panting and giving each other love pecks, you heard a knock on the hotel door.  Assuming it was just Namjoon, You both threw some clothes and went to the door, ready to greet your friend. But upon opening the door, neither of you expected what was actually waiting on the other side. 

To be Continued.... 

[sunyoonandstars]

The Truth Untold ❄️ || BTS One Shot || You x Jungkook

angst, fluff

Requested: Yes

Word Count 3.805

Prompt: #2 “I thought you were happy, I’m sorry.”

"What more do you want me to say, y/n? How should I prove my love to you?"

"I don't know, Jungkook. I – I never said I needed proof. I just – When you're away, I feel like you're not just gone. But – Gone. From my life. For good. That you're not just leaving Seoul behind but me, as well. Out of sight, out of mind. That you forget me so easily while I'm left here by myself in this strange, big city, wondering if you were ever even here or if it was all just a dream. A foolish dream of mine."

"What? That's bullshit! I would never forget you. How could I?"

"I – I don't know. But I can't help it, Kookie. It's how I feel. I mean – What do you expect me to think when you barely ever text me, much less call!? Sometimes I don't hear from you for days! Days, Kookie. Nothing."

"Oh, yeah!? But you're no better! You don't text me either!"

This is the first time Jungkook has ever raised his voice at you. Startled, you sit up straight, stiffening in your seat, the last breath you took getting stuck in your throat.

Shocked by the reaction he evoked in you, Jungkook stops cold in his step, staring at you, mouth agape.

"Well – I – I don't know what else to say," he murmurs, sounding defeated, his gaze lowered to the floor between your feet. "I – I thought you were happy, I’m sorry.”

The Truth Untold 

It was exceptionally cold the day you realized your love might not be strong enough.

How ironic, you couldn't help but think. You had shared your first kiss in the peek of summer, on one of the hottest days of the century, in the shade of a cherry tree, holding hands. And now it was winter. Mere months had passed, but to you, it felt like a lifetime. You were a different person now. Jungkook had altered your perception of life forever. He had shown you what happiness was, what it could be. Who you could be. Just as well, however, he had given you a taste of despair, of a pain you had never felt before. Utter heartache. And the worst thing was, he didn't seem to be aware of how lost and lonely you truly felt during those nights spent by yourself when all you were longing for were his arms around you, his breath in your neck, his mere presence, the most soothing sensation you had ever experienced.

You had known it would be hard. You were well aware of what you were getting yourself into. Or so you had tried to convince yourself from the start.

Jungkook was an idol, after all. In the spotlight at all times with close to no privacy. Despite everything, though, he had done his best to ease you into it, to teach you the do's and don't's, the rules that were to be followed, the various ways to evade paparazzi and fan cameras, to trick the reporters,  and you had both worked hard to make this relationship work. Assuming it could even be called that.

And you knew, deep down, that Jungkook was worth fighting for. This boy was more than you could ever have hoped for, he never failed to show you just how much he adored you and crossing paths with him that fateful day in spring was most definitely the luckiest coincidence of your entire life. Up until then, you had been no stranger to disappointments in every shape and form and had lost all trust in the human race.

Jungkook, however, gave you new hope. With him, you felt confident, loved, special. Like you could achieve anything you put your mind to. And the first few weeks with him were pure bliss.

But then, reality quickly caught up with you when Jungkook and the guys had to leave for tour. And his text messages became shorter and less frequent with every day you spent apart. Some days, you didn't hear from him at all. But you tried not to read too much into it, to tell yourself that it didn't matter, that it didn't mean anything. That this was just how Kookie was. You were probably on his mind almost 24/7, as he kept assuring you whenever you did, by some miracle, get to talk on the phone after all. Nevertheless did his continued absence leave a giant hole in your life that nothing seemed to be able to fill. You missed Jungkook with every fiber of your being, craved for his company, his comfort, his body, his touch, his warm smile, his laughter. And when days turned into weeks that turned into months, doubts started forming in the back of your mind, growing stronger and louder by the day.

Maybe a long distance relationship wasn't for you? And why did Kookie appear to be so unbothered by the fact that there was an entire ocean between the two of you? Were his feelings for you not as profound as you thought, no, hoped they were? Were you possibly alone in this love? And nothing but an exciting new pastime to Jungkook? Someone to call up whenever he got bored or lonely or horny?

No. No, that couldn't be it.

Jungkook wasn't that kind of guy.

Or was he?

As soon as he reentered your life, however, those voices were suddenly silenced, and everything was well again.

You took time off from your responsibilities to share every precious moment of alone time Jungkook could possibly fit into his busy schedule in intimate togetherness. You spent hours, even days on end holed up in his room at the dorm, watching movies and Anime, playing video games, cuddling or relieving the pent-up sexual energy that had accumulated throughout your time apart. There were memories made during midnight walks, picnics in abandoned parks under the moonlight, passionate karaoke sing-offs with Taehyung, ice cream dates and shopping trips, kisses and promises, tender touches and nights of raw passion. And somehow, they consoled you for the innumerable hours spent crying into your pillow by yourself. Or temporarily they did, anyway.

When it was about time for Jungkook to leave again, however, fear began creeping up on you, draining all those cherished moments spent with him of all joy and leaving your chest hollow, your thoughts circling around the same question time and again.

Could this have been it? Would these turn out to have been your last days spent as a couple? Or would you be able to handle another goodbye?

Quite frankly, you didn't know.

And now, that it is time to part ways with Jungkook once more, you stand before him in the door, tears blurring your vision. Smiling, he sets down his bag and lifts a hand to gently brush away the first one that makes its way down your flushed cheek.

"Aww, y/n, baby. Don't cry. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I'll be back in two months."

Trembling, you gather all your strength to speak the following words that have been burning on the tip of your tongue for days now.

"Then why does it feel like we're breaking up every time you leave?"

"What?" he gasps, staring at you wide-eyed, his smile gone in a matter of seconds, making room for an expression of utter shock.

"What - What do you mean?" Jungkook stammers, his shoulders sinking. "We're not breaking up, y/n. Why would you say that?"

"Because that's what it feels like to me, Kook. Every. Single. Time. And I don't know if I can take it anymore."

At this point, your body is being shaken by sobs you desperately – and vainly – try to silence. But all that hurt, that anger and the fear you had kept bottled up for months now violently tears through your walls, breaking all barriers like a ferocious flash flood and rendering you a tear-streaked, shivering mess.

"Y/n. Hey. What's happening? What's going on here? Where's this coming from? Are you okay?"

Panic in his voice, Jungkook drops whatever he was still holding onto and steps back into the flat, slamming the door shut behind him and catching you just when your knees are about to give out.

"Hey, y/n? Talk to me! What's happening? I – I don't know what to do. Did I say something wrong?"

Desperate, he watches you break down out of rounded, watery doe eyes, all the while both his hands keeping a firm grip on your shoulders.

"Babe, what's wrong? Y/n?"

And you want to tell him, you want to let it all out. But you can't. Can't breathe. Can't speak. Simply can't seem to stop crying.

With your face buried in your palms, you decide to give in to the sobs and allow Jungkook to guide you, directing you to what you believe to be a chair where he gently positions you before he goes on to make a phone call, talking into the receiver in a hushed tone.

"Hyung, I can't come right now. There's a situation with y/n. I think I need to stay behind. I'll catch the next flight. Don't worry. No, no. You don't need to wait for me. I'll be fine. Just – Just tell my manager to wait at the airport, please. And tell him I'm sorry. Thank you. See you later."

When Jungkook hangs up, your chest has stopped convulsing, and you can finally breathe again. Inhaling deeply, you attempt to regain composure and adjure yourself to stop the tears from flowing, eventually succeeding after moments spent in silence that feel like an eternity. Still sniffling, you dry your face using your sleeves and open your eyes again to find Jungkook squatting down in front of you, looking up at you in genuine distress.

"I – I'm sorry," you mumble, your voice still shaky.

"Don't apologize," he says, his tone infinitely soft. "Just. Please explain, whenever you're ready. Because I have a feeling that this has something to do with me. That I hurt you in some way. And I need to know how. I need to know so I can fix it. Because I can never hurt you, y/n. Never again. Not like this. I couldn't forgive myself if I ever made you cry like this again. So, please tell me what I did wrong so I can do better from now on. I beg you."

For a second it seems like he wants to reach out to cup your still wet cheek with his palm. He stops in mid-motion, though, hesitating, apparently afraid to touch you. And the pained look in Jungkook's reddened eyes breaks your heart.

"Please, y/n. Just talk to me. I can handle whatever you have to say. Just, please, don't keep it inside. Just tell me where all this is coming from. Because I want to understand."

You had never thought you could feel more hurt than whenever Kookie was apart from you. Now, however, looking at him, witnessing the pain you had inflicted on him, you can feel your chest burn from the inside out. And all you want to do is take his face into your hands and cover it in kisses, tell him that everything is all right, hold him close, breathe in his scent and press your lips to his neck as you convince him that nothing is the matter, that the goodbye simply got to you.

But you know that it would be wrong. To keep your thoughts to yourself and lie to him like this. So, you take a deep breath instead and summon up all your courage to say what you have been thinking for a long time already.

"I don't know if I can do this anymore, Kookie. Us. I don't think I can."

"Wh – What?" Brows furrowed, Jungkook looks at you as if you just slapped him across the face, perplexed, astounded. "But – But, we were fine yesterday. You were fine. Everything was just the same as it ever was. Wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was," you nod, struggling to hold his puzzled gaze.

"Then why – Why are you talking about breaking up all of a sudden? I just don't get it."

Running a hand through his hair, Jungkook jumps to his feet and starts pacing up and down the hallway, his steps short, hurried, unsure. A few times, he pauses in front of your hunched figure just to turn around again and keep walking, mending his pace even.

"It's just –" you manage to bring yourself to break the silence. "You're like a ghost when you're not here, Kookie. And I start questioning things. You. Me. Us. If we're real. What even is there between us? Is it love? Is it worth all this? Do you even care about me? Or am I in love all by myself?"

"What? How could you even think that!?"

It's as if he sees you with different eyes when Jungkook now stares at you, offended, if you're not mistaken. But most definitely hurt. Genuinely hurt.

"How many times did I tell you that you own my heart? My whole, entire heart? That you're what keeps me going when I feel like I can't take another step? That you gave me strength when I had reached a point in my life where I thought there was nothing more in store for me? That I had everything but still felt empty? That you saved me?"

The words drop from his lips in such rapid succession, Jungkook is left short of breath when he finally finishes, a single tear glistening on his right cheek.

"What more do you want me to say, y/n? How should I prove my love to you?"

"I don't know, Jungkook. I – I never said I needed proof. I just – When you're away, I feel like you're not just gone. But – Gone. From my life. For good. That you're not just leaving Seoul behind but me, as well. Out of sight, out of mind. That you forget me so easily while I'm left here by myself in this strange, big city, wondering if you were ever even here or if it was all just a dream. A foolish dream of mine."

"What? That's bullshit! I would never forget you. How could I?"

"I – I don't know. But I can't help it, Kookie. It's how I feel. I mean – What do you expect me to think when you barely ever text me, much less call!? Sometimes I don't hear from you for days! Days, Kookie. Nothing."

"Oh, yeah!? But you're no better! You don't text me either!"

This is the first time Jungkook has ever raised his voice at you. Startled, you sit up straight, stiffening in your seat, the last breath you took getting stuck in your throat.

Shocked by the reaction he evoked in you, Jungkook stops cold in his step, staring at you, mouth agape.

"Well – I – I don't know what else to say," he murmurs, sounding defeated, his gaze lowered to the floor between your feet. "I – I thought you were happy, I’m sorry.”

Without another word, Jungkook grabs his bag, spins on his heel and leaves the dorm without giving you another glance.

And you are left behind. Alone. Shattered. Gasping for air while you can feel your heart implode, blazing like a supernova in your aching chest.

"Wait!" you want to call after him but can't seem to find your voice.

So you remain seated. Motionless. Unable to move. Like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Your limbs numb, a terrifying cold taking over your entire body.

"You know –" The sound of a familiar voice jolts you out of your trance.

Teary-eyed, you turn around to blink at Jimin who's leaning against the doorframe leading to the living room.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overhear your ... argument. I just – I left my phone in my room and didn't want to interrupt."

"It's okay," you sniffle. "Don't worry about it."

"Thanks." He gives you an awkward smile. "I don't have much time since I have to catch up with the rest of the guys. But – Can I just say – I mean, can I speak openly? Although I might be crossing a line here?"

"Sure," you scoff. "I'm already on the ground, while not keep kicking."

"No, that's not – I didn't – It's just –" He inhales deeply as he steps closer. "He doesn't forget about you, y/n. Never. Not even for one second. You mean the world to Jungkookie. Although he might have trouble showing you that sometimes. It's not that he doesn't want to text you. He's just … terribly insecure. And scared. To be too clingy. To suffocate you. To scare you away. Kookie cares a lot about you, y/n. Not an hour goes by without him talking about you. 'Hyung, what do you think y/n is doing right now? Do you think she's eating her meals? Do you think she's asleep already?'" Jimin pauses, smiling to himself.  "'It's midnight there. She should be asleep already. Right? Do you think she misses me? What should I bring her as a gift this time? The hoodie I bought is boring, right? I should go look for something else tomorrow. I left her a few snacks and a key to our dorm, in case she wants to play a game or something.' He's literally talking about you all the time, grinning like a schoolboy. Jin told him to shut up already the other day. Just to tease him, of course. Because we're all very happy for Kookie. He doesn't let in just anyone, you know. You're very special to him, y/n. I'm sorry you couldn't see that. I do get where you're coming from, though."

If it's even possible, your heart drops even lower with every word Jimin says.

No. No. No, you keep yelling over and over again in your head, only now fully apprehending the damage you must have done.

"I don't know what came over me," you whisper. You can't even feel your lips move. Your face has turned numb at this point.

"The same fears and insecurities that have bothered Kookie, probably. I think you were both in a very similar situation. I guess that's what long distance can do to you," Jimin shrugs, his gaze compassionate. "And you both made one big mistake."

"What mistake?"

"You should have talked about this. Much earlier. Openly. Unafraid. Because that's what love is about. Trust. And communication. And I know that's not precisely Kookie's strong suit. He tends to keep his emotions bottled up so as not to burden the ones he loves, you know. In this case, you."

"You're right," you think aloud, running a hand across your face with a sigh. "I should've seen that. I should've known."

"How could you?"

"I don't know. But I should have."

"Y/n, I've known Jungkook for many, many years now. Since he was a child, basically. I'm one of Kookie's closest friends, and I've been with him through thick and thin. And so will you. Just give yourself some time to learn and understand him as he must you. This can't be rushed. It's a natural process. Humans learn from their mistakes. And so will you. So, don't be too hard on yourself."

Tired, forcing a hopeful smile, you nod your head.

"I guess you're right. Thank you, Jiminie."

"Don't mention it." With a grin, he tousles your hair as he walks by. "But I have to go now. I'm late already."

"Yes. Yes! Of course. I won't keep you any longer. Have a safe trip."

"Thanks, y/nnie."

Shakily, you struggle to stand up and give Jimin a warm hug.

"Take good care of yourself. And don't be too sad. I'm sure everything will go well with you and Kookie. He just needs some time to himself."

"Thanks. And you take good care of Kookie, please. Be there for him. I know you're the one he feels the most comfortable talking to."

"I will. I promise."

You hold the door open for him and watch as Jimin disappears into the elevator. The second he's out of sight, it feels as though the walls of the empty dorm collapse around you, burying you under the rubble.

Pressing your lips shut to keep in another sob, you close the door and sink against its cold wooden surface.  

What have you done? How could you hurt him like that?

When you close your eyes, you can still see Jungkook's face before you. The utter confusion in his gaze, the hurt, as he stared at you like a helpless child.

'I thought you were happy, I'm sorry.'

The echo of his words stabs your heart like icy daggers.

You shouldn't have let him leave like that.

You should have held him back, should have said something.

'I am happy. Whenever you're with me, I am happy. I truly am.'

But you let him go. Believing he had brought you nothing but misery.

How could you?

When a timid knock on the door pierces the quiet, you almost jump in place. With your heart still racing, you get up to answer it, unsuspecting.

"Jesus, Jimin, you scared me half to –"

But the one standing before you is not Jimin.

"Kookie," you gasp as your hand slips from the door handle and drops to your side.

"I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have left like that," Jungkook pants, fighting to catch his breath, his cheeks flushed. He must have run at least a mile, by the looks of it.

"No. I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have blurted out those things like that. And I shouldn't have let you leave."

"No, you weren't –"

"Yes!" you shout out. "I was! I'm the one to blame. I'm –"

"Seriously?" Jungkook cuts you short, brows raised.

"Are we really gonna fight about who was wrong now?" he chuckles, please to see you smile.

"I guess that's us," you laugh through tears.

"I guess it is," Jungkook replies, but his gleaming eyes say so much more.

"I missed you," you whisper, afraid to raise your voice, not trusting your vocal cords.

"I missed you, too."

Without warning, Jungkook now steps up to you to wrap his arms around your waist and lift you up. An overpowering wave of warmth, relief, and affection floods your bloodstream the very second his lips meet yours for an urgent kiss that lingers, leaving the two of you breathless.

"I love you so much, y/n. And I'm sorry if I made you doubt that for even one second." As he speaks, Jungkook looks you in the eye, his gaze overflowing with fondness.

"And if that's what it takes," he continues as he gently sets you down. "– I'll call you a dozen times per day. I'll text you whenever I get the chance. And I will send you so many pictures that you will most definitely end up muting our chat."

You can't help but laugh at the idea.

"That's sweet," you smile, placing your arms around Jungkook's neck and standing on your tip toes, so you're at eye level with him. "But that won't be necessary. I don't want you to change who you are. And I don't expect you to do something you're not comfortable with. Just, maybe, drop me a message whenever you feel like it. Even if you should be down. Just talk to me, Kookie. Tell me about your day if you want to. Rant to me. Vent to me. Call me up at midnight, at three in the morning. I don't care. I'm here. Always happy to hear from you. So, don't ever think you could bother me. Okay?"

"Okay."

Tilting his head to one side, Jungkook gives you one of those smiles that turn his doe eyes into small crescent moons, sparkling brighter than the stars themselves.

"I love you, y/l/n y/n.“

"I know." For a few seconds, you get lost in each other's gazes. "I love you, too. And now, go and make the world a better place. I'll be here when you get back. Right here, waiting for you."

I hope you liked it. 💖 Thank you for reading! 

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[minimochijimins]

Only You

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of anxiety and depression.

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: this is a little angsty but has a fluffy ending because I’m a sucker for some fluff. (side note, this is one of the first writings that I’ve posted. Sorry if it sucks)

It’s dusk, the view outside your massive floor to ceiling window is beautiful. Your apartment is on the top floor of a 20-story building, so you can see pretty much the entire city from your living room. The breath-taking view was what convinced you into buying this place. As you look out the window you see the sun slowly setting on the horizon. You look down and see the hustle and bustle of the streets; the traffic thick with cars all eager to get home.

You sigh as you turn away from the window and flop down onto your sofa. You pull your phone out from the pocket of your favourite oversized sweater. You see that you have a message from Jungkook telling you that he will be home late due to practice with the boys. You send him an okay emoji while sighing as you get up shoving your phone back into your pocket.

You make your way to the kitchen and sit down at the table you’ve already set. You wanted to have dinner with Jungkook but since he’s going to be late (again) you decided to start without him.

You can’t help but look at your phone every few minutes checking the time but also wishing Jungkook would text you or call you saying he’s on his way home. You sigh again when nothing, but social media notifications light up your screen.

Clicking on one of your notifications you are taken to Twitter, where you scroll. You’ve already liked and retweeted a couple of tweets when something catches your attention.

Your blood runs cold, your stomach drops, and your heartbeat fills your ears.  A picture of a girl in the warm embrace of a guy who looked an awful lot like Jungkook. You couldn’t believe what you were looking at. Many thoughts run through your head in a matter of seconds. Is that really Jungkook? When was this picture taken? Who is that girl? Jungkook doesn’t have any sisters. You tried to be rational saying maybe it’s just a fan. Maybe it’s a family member, like a cousin or something. Maybe an ex? Please God, let it not be an ex…

The more you stared at it, the more upset you became. You screenshot the picture, clicked off twitter and opened Jungkook’s chat. You send him the picture with no explanation or questions. You left it hanging there, in the open. You stood up from the table, appetite lost, and headed straight for your bedroom not bothering to clean up the dishes you left behind.

Your phone starts to ring while you’re laying in bed. Jungkook’s smiling face lights up your screen. You let the call go to voicemail. As soon as it stops ringing you get a text from him saying he’s on his way home. You push your phone away and turn over closing your eyes.

You really didn’t want to have this conversation with Jungkook. You’ve always feared that one day he would lose interest in you and end up leaving. You were plain, your face was nothing special, and your body was fuller in the wrong places. There really was nothing interesting about you.

You were nothing like The Jeon Jungkook who was gods gift. The golden maknae. Mr. Good at everything. He’s so amazing and you paled in comparison. It was a wonder how someone like you even pulled Jungkook, to begin with.

These dark intrusive thoughts invaded your mind and you started to feel like you were suffocating. You hated being dragged into the darkest places of your mind, but here you were, fully immersed in your insecurities.

While you were wallowing in your self-hate, Jungkook had arrived home. He entered in your anniversary date into the padlock. He pushed open the door, Jungkook found a dim apartment. He pulled off his shoes and traded them for slippers he walked further into the apartment and found the kitchen table still perfectly set. His heart squeezed seeing the food that you’ve prepared left untouched. He knew that you were waiting for him to come home so you could eat together. He continued through the apartment glancing around into different rooms searching for you; he headed towards the bedroom. Jungkook slowly opened the door poking his head through the opening and called for you.

He found you curled up into a ball on the bed. You remained silent, unsure of the strength in your voice. He quietly walked over to you and sat down beside you. His hand hovered over you for a second; he was unsure of how to comfort you.

When you were upset you didn’t like to be touched, which he knew and respected. He pulled his hand back onto his lap. Opting to call your name instead, “Y/N”. His voice was soft and smooth, it ghosted over your skin like silk leaving goosebumps in its wake. Only Jungkook’s voice had this kind of effect on you.

When you didn’t respond he shifted on the bed moving closer to your side. He leaned down to your ear, his body hovering over your torso. His mouth is close to your ear when he whispers your name again. This time a shiver runs through your veins. You turned your head to look at him he was still hovering over you which made your heart jump in your chest. You silently cursed your heart. We’re supposed to be mad at him remember?

His large doe eyes focused on yours. “Are you mad?” He questioned while shifting back into a sitting position. You just shook your head still not trusting your voice. “Baby, this picture means nothing.” He tried to reach out for you, but you recoiled from his touch. Your heart squeezed seeing the hurt flash across Jungkook’s face. He sighed and pulled his hand back into his lap once again. “Well, why does it exist then?” Your voice was small and shaky just like you knew it would be.

“Baby, it’s really nothing. This girl started crying when she asked me to take a picture with her. I didn’t know what to do, so I tried comforting her.” He explained. You sit up, leaning against the headboard you pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them.

“Just because she’s crying doesn’t mean you have to hug her.” You whisper, jealousy seeping into your words. Jungkook suppressed a smirk, “are you jealous? Is that why you’re upset?”

Anger flashes through your body causing your voice to come out a little sharper then you intended it to, “Jealousy? Really Jungkook? Have you looked in a mirror, like ever? You’re literally the definition of perfection, you're gorgeous, you have the voice of an angel. There are literally millions of girls all over the world who are dying to get a piece of you. You could have any girl that you want, but you chose me… Why? I’m nothing. I’m not good enough for you. There are so many other girls out there who are a million times better than me.”

Jungkook’s face becomes steely. His eyes are as cold as ice. His glare alone makes your mouth stop dead in its tracks. “Don’t you dare.” His voice is low and dangerous, “Don’t you dare say you’re nothing.”

Your heart sputters and picks up its pace. You’re frozen, caught under his chilling stare. “You will not talk bad about my girlfriend, I will not stand for it.” You nod, and his eyes soften. His face and body relax back into a normal state.

He reaches up to place his hand on your cheek, “I love you,” he says while looking deep into your eyes causing your cheeks to heat up. “I don’t want any girl in the world. I want you. It doesn’t matter that there are millions of other girls out there. I’ve been all over the world and I’ve met a lot of girls, so trust me when I say this, there is no other girl in this world that even comes close to comparing to you. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re beautiful even though you think you aren’t which I don’t understand why? You have the biggest heart that I have ever seen. You help old people cross the road, you take care of stray kittens and find them a home, you volunteer to teach kids music. You take care of everyone else by putting them before yourself. Which I sometimes wish you didn’t because you need to take care of you, babe. You are the only girl that I want. You are the only girl that I will ever want. Only you.”

Tears are streaming down your face. Jungkook’s hand is still on your cheek. He wipes away your tears as he pulls you into a kiss.

[taemond-in-the-ruff]

Jungkook Drabble

Jungkook comes home late at night. The streets’ neon lights being the only source of illumination, a blue hue engulfing your apartment. His hair an unkempt mess, arms feeling so heavy he couldn’t bring them to cross his torso and lift his shirt up.

He drops his bag on the floor with a heavy thud that made him hiss, steps out of his shoes and dives face first into the couch, too tired to make it to your bedroom. He wants to make his way to you so badly, to have you hold him and tell him that everything is gonna be okay, that he’s doing just fine. But, he feels selfish, like he’s always on the receiving end and that makes him feel pretty bad and at times distant himself from you, even though you scold him every time he says something of that sort. You were awake, because even though you’ve stayed up waiting for him so many times and ended up falling asleep against your will, alone, feeling empty at times, you still wait because maybe, just maybe you could feel his warmth against you tonight. You wait to hear his footsteps get louder as he crosses the kitchen, the bathroom and finally making it to you, but the sound dies after pretty much three seconds from hearing his bag drop.

You inhale sharply and lift the covers off of your body and make your way to your beloved Jungkook, blanket still clutched in your hand and trailing behind you on the floor. Your face immediately drops when you spot him. He still wore the same clothes he left in the morning with. His face stuffed into the cushions, eyes puffy and nose red. On his front with one leg sprawled down on the floor. He looks so fucking tired. You crouch down beside him on the floor and instantly take his face in your hands.

“____,” his voice comes out hoarse as he drags your name out, forcing only one eye open. “thought you were sleeping.”

You don’t tell him that no, you’ve been up waiting for him because he has enough on his plate already and you being the good girlfriend you are, always put that into consideration.

“No baby, I was up.”

You don’t ask him about his day, nor how practice was. You ask nothing, only trace his face with your fingers and they almost make their way into his hair when his hand abruptly grabs your wrist with a weak grip.

“I haven’t showered.”

And you can already tell because his hair line is wet and probably wetter on the back of his head near the roots, but you don’t care. You’re way over that but Jungkook being the clean freak he is, thinks it’s gross but lets you gently pull his hand away with your other hand and push his hair out of his face. As a matter of fact, he not only lets you do that, but he leans into your touch, releasing a deep sigh of contentment. His fingers lazily play with yours, his eyes struggling to stay opened and maintain eye contact so you kiss each of his eyes and he doesn’t attempt to open them after. You rub his back under his hoodie tenderly for a while then go to take his pants off and the slight lift of his hips tells you that he’s only half asleep. Covering his fatigue body with the blanket, you kiss his forehead and take a step back but his hand is quick to fly up and stop you.

“Babyy.. sleep with me here. Please?”

Your heart aches at his tone, because he actually thinks you’d say no? he slowly flips on his back and makes room for you. The couch is small and uncomfortable, and you’d probably end up with your entire upper body sprawled on him to stop yourself from falling but neither of you care. So, you lay in his embrace, your hand rubbing his chest tenderly, tracing his neck here and there and he stares at you with droopy eyes and thinks, “How did I get so lucky?”. For a moment he thinks that he’s said it out loud because he sees your face break into a small smile. Small, but certainly there.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

You don’t answer, instead you capture his lips with yours and let him kiss you. Silently telling you how sorry he is. It’s slow, sloppy and so lazy. You hum into the kiss and pull his closer, intertwining your legs with his, wanting to feel every inch of him because you miss him so fucking much and this sucks and it hurts and you only ever get to hold him like this a couple of times a week, if that. You know you’d probably wake up in the morning with an ‘I love you’ note sitting on the table but for now it’s okay. For now, you’re happy you get to hold him and feel his love and appreciation. You pull away from the kiss and hear his whisper a sincere ‘ I love you’ and tell him to ‘sleep baby it’s a new day tomorrow’ and he does, better than any sleep he’d gotten the past god knows how many days. It’s been a while since you’ve slept with his breath on your neck, his arms around you. So, for now, everything is okay. he’s here,, you’re here.

[angelic-vibez]

Jungkook x f!readers | Bully

Genre; Hella angsty but with fluff ending.

Warning; bullying, violence, Kisses....? I guess ..

Summary; Jeon Jungkook is your bully. But doesn't like the thought of someone else bothering you let alone hit you.

Jeon Jungkook. The man that feels like he's destined to make your life miserable and is actually successfuly doing so. You always thought he must be a psycho, out of his damn mind to bully people in college.

The man never cuts you some slacks. The classic smacking your books out of your hand and sending your papers flying around in the hall ways was his daily religious ritual. His assignments were yours to complete, no matter how exhausting. Whatever he orders, you're obligated to do.

You sometimes would wish you'd go back in time to change what you did even though it was the right thing to do. You stood up to Jungkook when he was bullying an innocent boy along with his stupid friends. Ever since then, it was never the same. And as much as you wanted helping that poor boy and you tried, you wished you had stayed hidden to avoid the never ending trouble you are still in to this day.

Libraries. The quiet place you get some peaceful reading aren't so peaceful anymore. He had dropped a damn living spider in your hair causing you to shoot up from your seat abruptly and tried to shaking it off your hair as you screamed on top of your lungs. Turns out, it was fake. He held his stomach, trying hard not to fall off his chair as he laughed so hard while you got kicked out.

Cafeterias aren't a safe place too. Like when he flipped the tray of food all over you as he walked by chuckling as if it was nothing was his normal routine.

Waking up everyday to go to class has been a dreadful experience so far. Or at least until you make it into one. The only time you feel like you could breath a little is when your in class. You were a freshman and he's a third year student so you never had the same class. That's why you started to spend a little more time in class just to catch a break and it was also the reason why Jungkook spread rumors about you sleeping with your professor to get the grades that you got for studying your ass off day and night. It was just traumatizing.

You had thought you'd live the aesthetic college life you dreamed of since highschool ended. But no. Not when Jeon freaking Jungkook was alive.

Gums he'd stick in your hair, trip you over so you'd fall face first, the lies he tells to get you in trouble. It was getting way out of hand but whose gonna tell on Jeon Jungkook? Unless they desperately have a death wish.

Half of freshman year has passed with you leading a horrible life so far. You've definitely decided to transfer to anywhere after the year ends at this point.

_

An ordinary day for you as you let you dark long hair cover you, books clutched in your arms tight, back pack slung over your shoulders as you walked down the hall head held down with your friend beside you continously ranting about something you quiet didn't hear.

*bump*

You crash into a big figure. You sighed thinking it's Jungkook. But you were terribly wrong. You looked up only to find another face. Infuriated one. You looked down to see he was holding an open soda. Which has also spilled all over his white shirt.

"What the fuck?" He spits at you.

"Im- I'm so sorry- I didn't- I wasn't looking"

He takes step towards you giving you a dirty look. "Hey, she apologized. Move along retard" your friend defends you.

"T'fuck did you just call me?" He turns to her and grabs her by the collar of her shirt.

"Hey! Stop it!" You tried defending but-

*SMACK!!*

One back handed slap right across your cheek sent you flying straight to the floor. You felt dizzy from the harsh blow you received. The hall way went silent after gasps where heard here and there. Your vision begin to blurr. Hot tears streamed down your cheek as the man finally let's go your friend and walks over you.

"What the fuck? What was his problem anyway? He got some anger issues or something? Who hits a girl?" Your friend says as you were both sat down in lecture hall waiting to begin the class. Your metal bottle of water on your cheek to ease the stinging pain and burning sensation.

"It's my fate" you chuckled.

"*tsk* girl shut up! We are definitely reporting that psycho. This stupid bullying needs to stop" she shakes her head and scoffs making a mental note for later.

Everyone stole glances at you at school that day as they whispered to eachother. They were surprised that you actually made it alive. You were at the cafeteria to eat lunch. You expected the same bullying there as you held your tray to make it to your table. You peacefully did and it was a miracle.

You did not glance at Jungkook to notice the unusual concerned look he was giving you. But then he was red. In boliong rage as he sat among he's group of friends who were unusually quiet. His eyes followed you as you sat with your friend, long black hair covering your small face and the trauma it has received earlier.

In the midst of your conversation you looked up when you felt a preense and you saw Jungkook towering over you. To say he was infuriated would be a completle and utter understatement. You looked at him back at your friend and back at him as you swallowed.

You were scared. You tried to think what went wrong. What you had done.

"Oh" you say as it clicked and fish through your bag to find the papers "I-Ive done the assignment" you say innocently handing him the papers. Just like always the paper went flying from your hands but this time it was technically his not yours. Frowning a little you got up to collect them but he sat you right back down as he also sits down facing you before pulling you closer to him. You thought you were going to recive another blow today and shilded yourself holding your hands up while squeezing you eyes shut.

"Let me see!" He growls grabbing your face and pushing you hair behind your ear to observe the giant red mark evidence of what he had been hearing the whole morning. His jaw clenched as your tears threaten to spill. His chest heaved with each breath he took and you were finally out of his grasp. Through your blurred vision you could see his figure storming toward the group of guys and picked the one that looked quiet familiar to you. And before you knew it, he was throwing his fists like there was no damn tmorrow.

Few seconds into the fight and a crowd formed around, some students jumped in to separate the two before they killed eachother. Or rather before Jungkook killed him because even though he did take some blows, it was nothing compared to the damage he had done.

You suddenly feel light headed, witnessing the incident that unfolded before you. "Oh my god" was the last thing you whispered before the darkness consumed you completlety and you fell to the floor.

It took your friend a couple of seconds to pull her eyes off the men. She looks to the side and you weren't there where you stood seconds ago. She looks down to see you laying lifeless on the floor.

"Oh my God! Y/n!"

_

You woke up feeling your head aching. You shifted a little before your eyes open to stare at the white ceiling above you. You blink a few times before you pull yourself up and observed your surrounding. Your eyes widen as you found yourself in a completley unfamiliar room, laying on a bed.

You looked around completley baffled by your current situation. You scan around the room. The walls were painted black and the room had a quiet dark aesthetic. But the question was, why were you here?

After ganing full conciouness, you pull yourself off the bed and got up to investigate.

"Careful" you hear a strangely familiar voice. Head snapping towards its direction. And..Jungkook? "You should seat down"

"Wait-What? Who- Why am I- Why are you-? " You couldn't form a proper sentence.

"You passed out, princess" he plainly says and walks toward you where you took a step back as you felt him get closer.

"Here's an idea, how about you spare my life?" You say with a nervous smile. But he only sighs and grabs your wrist. He pulls you towards the bed before he sits you down on the edge. "Do not... move" he says before he leaves the room once again.

So many questions left unanswerd as you sat there afraid and awaited for something to happen. Jungkook was back with an ice pack in his hand. He pulled his chair so he was sat right infront of you. He gently placed the cold pack on your head. The spot you hit as you fell to the floor.

You were utterly confused by Jungkook's sudden behavior. He was acting kind? Towards you?

"What happened?" You ask.

"I told you. You passed out" he says retrieving his hands away "I guess you couldn't handle watching me beat him to death huh" he smirked before placing the ice pack on your head again.

Your eyes widen as you begin to recall the whole situation. He actually did beat a man almost to death and you wonder why he sat here as if nothing happened and why he wasn't in any trouble at school.

"I- I need to leave" you say as he thought he might actually be a psycho.

"You're not leaving, baby. Not unless I make sure you're alright and that dumb fuck is taken care of" he says.

"And since when do you care? Last time I checked, you're not any different than he is" you finally muster up the courage to say which caused him to shot up from his seat and run his fingers through his hair, rage slowly building up.

"That's different, princess, I never lay a finger on you" He explains. As if that makes it okay for him to do what he had done to you all along. And you could've told him that but you were still scared of him so you didn't want to poke the bear.

"Have you eaten anything lately? You look so weak" he squats down infront you and places hand on your for head to check on your temperature then down to your cheek as his thumb rubs circles soothingly.

From some reason your heart skips a beat and your stomach forming knots "Come here" he says not waiting for your answer as he takes your hand in his and pull you out of the room.

He told you to sit on the couch while he brings you food. Minutes pass by and he was seated infront of you with ramen in his hands. "Open up" he orderd. He was actually going to feed you.

"How can I be sure you did not posion that?" You say squinting your eyes at him. Jugkook sighs and rolls his eyes before shoving the noodles on the chopsticks into his mouth. He then begins to feed you. He'd whipe your lips with his thumb whenever you got something on it. He'd push you hair behind your ear and observe you preety face.

Who is he and what has he done with Jungkook? You think to yourself as you were seated there feeling like you're looking at a whole new person. He was taking care of you. And he is your bully, who finds pleasure in making you suffer.

"What's wrong?" He searches for your eyes as you zone out into space "Y/n!"

You suddenly feel a wave of overwhelming emotions hitting you all at once and the urge to leave. "I need to l-leave" you get out of your seat and decide to find your way out of wherever the hell you were.

"Y/n , wait!" He chases behind you.

"Where's my shoes?" You asked but didn't waste another second to wait for his reply determined to leave bare foot if you had to.

"Y/n" he calls once again, softly as his hand grab onto your wrist and pull you back to him. You slammed into his chest.

"Kiss me" he says breathlessly.

"W-What?" You stutter.

"Please?" He pleads with doe eyes as his hand wrap around your waist to pull you more closer if that was even possible.

Before you know it, Jungkook leans down to capture your lips in his. And now he was kissing you? His lips were so soft as he desperately continues to glide them against yours. The lack of oxygen reaching your brain made you feel light headed and your knees weaken. If it wasn't for his strong arms keeping you in place, you would've fallen.

You pushed his chest a little, finally separating your lips and gasping for air. "I'm so sorry Y/n. I'm sorry for everything I put you through" he whispers eyes closed against your lips. Your small hands made their way to cup his face, thumbs dragging down his redden bottom lip.

"Jungkook...." You whisper and he almost let out a whimper at how right it sounded to hear his name coming from your mouth. "I- I can't do this"

He weaknes at your words. He was hurt but tries his best to keep himself collected. "Okay" he says and moves out of your hold before walking away hand gripping into his hair.

You stood there for a second, processing what had just happened and you turned to leave but you stopped at your tracks when you hear drawers being open and slammed shut. You wanted to leave again but you were concerned so you just wanted to check on him.

Walking back, you find him in the kitchen as he gulps down a glass full of alcohol like it was water.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" You question feeling a bit concerned at his behavior.

"The fucking door is that way Y/n, leave!" He demands.

"What did you excpect? For me to forgive you so easily? Incase you haven't noticed you've made my life a living hell for half a year" You point out.

"Your absolutely right! I'm the monster here. Nobody argued so please just leave and I won't bother you again-" The man was boiling with utter rage. He did take hits for you, fought for you and took care of you even though It was for one day. But maybe that wasn't enough for your forgiveness. "-ow! fuck" he curses as the glass completley shatters to pieces in his hand from the way he had a grip on it. A piece cut his palm a little. That's how mad the man was.

"Jungkook!" You rush over to see his injured hand.

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You were almost done cleaning up his wound. It wasn't that bad but it scared you. It also took you a few to drag his ass to the couch because he was so damn stubborn.

"Stop acting like you care Y/n" he says earning a deep chuckle from you.

"I didn't say that and you're my bully" you comment.

"Whatever" he rolls his eyes, head leaned back on the couch.

"There you go. All done. Make sure you don't hold glasses too hard next time" you say with a chuckle and placed a peck on the band aid. He cups your face and pulls you close.

"God you're so beautiful" he breaths.

"And you, my friend, are very complicated" you smile trying to maintain concerned look.

You felt the soft bed against you back as he slowly lays you down, hovering on top and not breaking the kiss. He was gentle and passionate with his kiss and was hard for him to separate from your lips for the past ten minutes.

He kept peppering your whole face with kisses whilst you giggled. You both spent the rest of the night talking while laying in bed. Just you and Jungkook and things you never knew about eachother. Every now and then he'd get close and peck your lips before he continues to talk. His heart would flutter whenever your eyes shined as you talked about things that you loved. You had never thought you'd connect deep to this level with whom you thought was your worst enemy.

"You're not a monster, Kookie" you whisper in a sleepy voice, your eyes closed and you laid there on your chest.

Jungkook beams with smile and turns to look at you, carefully studying your beautiful features and the way you look cute laying on the side of your face.

"What did just call me?" He asks but you were already going into a deep slumber. He leaned in to kiss you once more. "What are you doing to me Y/n-ah"

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Jimin fluff A-Z

I know this is supposed to be fluff... but like... why does he need to be so hot?

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A= Attractive (what do they find attractive about the other?)

On you, Jimin likes your smile. He always thinks you’re super pretty when you smile, and your smile always makes him smile. Ugh, he just loves you so much.

B= Babies (do they want a family? why or why not?)

Jimin definitely has thought about a family with you. I don’t think he sees the need to wait to make a family till he’s married... so maybe early 30s he’ll want to start a family, but things could change. If you didn’t want kids, I think he’d also be supportive of that. he wants kids, but as long as he has you then he’s happy.

C= Cuddles (how do they cuddle?)

Jimin is obviously very cuddly with his members so why would he be any different with you? The only difference is that sometimes the amount he cuddles with you makes people wonder if you two are connected by the hip because he never leaves your side unless he has to.

D= Dates (what are dates with him like?)

I think Jimin has a secret romantic side. He loves to bring you flowers when he comes home from work (your favorite flowers ofc). He often asks you on dates like he would if it were your first date, but each time is different and gives you new memories.

E= Everything; you are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world... etc.)

You are my other half.

F= Feelings (when did he know he was in love?)

He knew he was in love when he saw you playing with kids. The sparkle in your eyes just increased the security he felt in wanting you to be the mother of his kids.

G= Gentle (are they gentle? if so, how?)

He doesn’t treat you like glass but he’s not going to run around and push you or play fight with you very often. Usually play fights consist of tickling and light tackling you to the couch or bed.

H= Hold hands (how does he hold hands/ how much? does he like it?)

At first, Jimin was scared to hold your hand because he was worried you wouldn’t like his small hands, but after some talking and convincing him that you think his hands are adorable and would love to hold his hands, he would hold your hand when you guys go on dates or just walk around in public together.

I= Impression (his/your first impression/s)

He thought you were too beautiful for a guy like him (his insecurities settled in the first few months of dating) but he’s happy you chose him.

J= Joker (is he into pulling pranks?)

Jimin doesn’t prank you, but you guys to prank the other members (specifically Kookie) together a lot. You’re an unstoppable team.

K= Kisses (how does he kiss?)

excuse me... have you seen his lips? dude would be kissing you so much, but you don’t mind. Those lips are heaven.

L= Little things (what little things does he love/notice?)

He notices the little notes you leave him around the house or the times you do his laundry for him, and you fold it and put it away. He’s very thankful to have you in his life.

M= Memory (his favorite memory with you)

His favorite memory is probably your first date where you guys went to a amusement park and rode rollercoasters.

N= Nickel (does he spoil you?)

Jimin spoils you a lot. from bring home flowers every day to buying you small trinkets to expensive/designer items. he loves to shower you in gifts just because you give him the gift of love.

O= Orange (what color reminds him of you?)

I’m not going to state a specific color here because i think that whatever your favorite color is, that would remind him of you. He knows its your favorite color and whenever he sees something in that color, he can’t help but think of you and how much he loves you.

P= Pet names (what pet names does he use for you?)

Baby (mutual), Mochi (you call him), 미인 (miin; belle/beauty; he calls you).

Q= Questions (what questions is he always asking you?)

when his insecurities settle in, “do you love me?” “ Are you sure you love me?”

R= Remember (his favorite memory of you?)

Any memory where you’re smiling. He thinks you’re smile is beautiful.

S= Sad (how does he cheer you up?)

Jimin’s youthful side comes out when you’re sad. He does any and everything for you to be happy and smiling again asap.

T= Talking (what do you guys talk about)

Literally the most random shit on the planet. “Y/N, do you think aliens are real?” which leads to you giving your conspiracy theories and then he does the same and the conversations turns into hours of conversations about aliens

U= Universe; use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g. he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious)

Our relationship is like a good red wine, it gets better with age.

V= Very ____; their thoughts about each other (e.g. she’s very smart, he’s very stubborn, they’re very annoying etc.)

He’s very sweet; She’s very beautiful.

W= Why (reasons why he loves you)

He loves you because you have never once failed to make him smile and he knows you love him for him, and he can be himself when he’s with you.

X= Xylophone (what’s your song?)

(Everything I do) I do it for you by Bryan Adams.

Y= You are the ____ to my ____ (e.g. you are the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

you are the music to my song.

Z= Zebra (what pet would you two adopt together?)

I feel like you guys would have both a cat and a dog. Jimin has expressed that he loves both so i think he’d have a hard time picking just one pet.

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Masterlist

BTS

Namjoon

Back in My Life || 2.k - Ongoing ++ Namjoon never thought he would have to choose you or his girlfriend but now he regrets his decision Arguing, platonic reader (For now), Angst, crying

Soekjin

Nothing yet

Jimin

This Love || 1.4k One shot ++ Love has never been this easy, this caring this effortless

Taehyung

Lights Out || 2.2k one shot ++Little glimpses of what your relationship is like with Taehyung

Jungkook

What I've Been Living For || 1.4k One shot ++Little glimpses of what your relationship is like with Jungkook over the years

Yoongi

Anything to Fix This || 2.8k part one ++ Yoongi swears he never meant for any of this to happen but he will do anything to fix this, Panic attacks, arguing, crying, hospitals What it once was || 2.3k part two ++ Yoongi realizes just how much he has messed up your relationship with him and try to fix it but nothing is like it once was

Hoseok

Nothing yet

The last of us

Joel Miller

Stop at nothing

A Court Of Thorns and Roses

Azriel

Never good enough II 2.3K part one ++ You would never be good enough for Ariel Left in Regret II 2.5k Part two ++ After telling Azriel and the inner circle how you truly felt about Elain and about your feelings so Azriel the inner circles world comes to a very abrupt halt. Why Can't We? II 4.0K Part three ++ After leaving the night court you begin to find your place in your new life, that is until the night court comes to be directly in your home. I'm Sorry || 6.2K Part Four ++ After one year, you and Azriel are finally in the same room again and actually ready to talk about your feelings Art || 1.1K Sometimes everyone needs to be reminded that they are more then what they think of themselves Kick your ass || 2.3K Lately all your mate does is piss you off. And don't get it wrong you love him but you are more than ready to kick his ass.

Cassian

Such a Joy || 1.4k you are truly such a joy when sick but its a good think Cassian loves you

[wearebulletproof713]

BTS reaction to you being a savage to a mean person

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cursing in Jimin and Jungkook's part, people wanting to have s*x, stalking,

Jin: "So, I was thinking that we could go to the park later and then watch movies and then-" Jin was cut off. A random male butted in. "You don't even have time for any of that. You must be dumb. By thee time you finish-" "You'll be gone. So mind your own business. It's not like you have anyone to talk to, so why don't you find something to do in your sad time? Or, are you to dumb to do anything?" You sneer at the guy. He looks in shock as does Jin. You take Jin's hand and swing it while skipping. You laugh at his bewildered expression. "C'mon, Jinnie!" "When did you become such a savage?"

Yoongi: "let's go get some ice- cream, you decided. Yoongi trailed behind you, not bothering to object. "All right, Y/N." "Yess!" You see the light up sign that says ice-cream and you start running to it, leaving Yoongi behind. You open the door and smell the wonderful smell of the different flavors. "I'll have a banana pudding cone of ice-cream please," you say, pulling out your purse to grab your card. You hear a snide comment that catches your mind. "Who even likes banana pudding?" You close your eyes and count to 10. Then you open them and glare at the worker. "Why do you sell it? If you do, then people must like it." That makes the worker stunned. "We sell it for people with a bad taste." The worker sneers at you. "Well, if I have a bad taste, why were you eating it? I come here every day, and won't bother with crapp-" The door opens an you see Yoongi. "Just get me what I want and I'll be out." Yoongi stares at you, hearing the whole conversation with a glint of pride in his eyes. "Such a savage." You hear him whisper.

Hoseok: "That dress is so sexy, baby. Especially on you." You glare at a male who decided to comment on your dress. Hoseok was getting drinks and this was exactly why you hated bars. Drunk, stupid, and crappy males who were exactly like him. "Well, guess what bud. I've got a boyfriend, so if you would just excuse me-" "He wouldn't know." You raise your eyebrow and curse, trying to get the man away. He just didn't know when to stop. You took this the hard way. "Alright, person. Listen I already have a boyfriend which I told you, so you must be deaf, I am not in a sexy dress for you, so you must be dumb and blind, and you are obviously drunk, so get away from me." Hoseok watched from afar as you handled the situation. "So savage." He muttered under his breath. He walked over and placed a kiss on your head. "Let's go, jagi."

Namjoon: You were at the gym with Namjoon, running on the treadmill while he lifted weights and talked to you. "I've been reading this book. It's called The Rose. I think you'd like it. I forget who the author is though." You say while running. "Why is there a girl in the gym? And talking about books? Nobody wants a girl like that. You see Namjoon tense up. You look at him and shake your head. "I've got this." You whisper. You walk up to the men, Namjoon following you and you break out into a smile. "Welcome to the 20th century where woman can do things and get equal pay," Then you glare at them, making them cower. "Now, tell me, did you go to school? You must be as stupid as you look. Well, let me tell you something. You have no right to act like that. Sure you can talk like that, but I guarantee you, women will speak back and make you cower like that." Namjoon looks shocked. "Y/N. It's time to leave." He says, still shocked. You put that happy smile on again. "Again, welcome to the 20th century."

Jimin: You were having a party and Jimin looked as uncomfortable I as you. Your dress was slowly riding up as you slouched on the couch. A guy sat next to you and started to engage in a conversation with you. He moved closer slowly and touched your thigh. You looked at him in disgust and move away. He moved closer till you are cornered. "Hey, hottie. How about we move this to my bed?" You kick him in the groin and move away. "I moved for a reason," you say coldly. "Do you think I would want you? If you don't know, I already have a boyfriend, so take some other poor girl to your bed." Jimin appeared behind you giving the man a cold glare. "Get the fuck away from her, man." He warns. "You don't want to deal with me. I know people and will destroy you and your life if you touch her again." The man scurries away and you look back at him with a smile and whisper thank you. He looks and gently kisses you, whispering back, "You're mine."

Taehyung: You were at a museum, looking at the art and facts that were on a little board. You see Leonardo Da Vinci's painting and point at it excitingly. "Look, Tae! It's the Lady with an Ermine!" You and Taehyung shared a passion for art, which was why you two were so close. "Where? Where?" He looks around. Finally he spots it. "Wow. It's so beautifully painted!" You say. Turning around, you see a man that you saw from the entrance. You shake it off, not thinking it was anything serious. Then the man keeps following you, so you turn around and glare. "Go away!" Taehyung looks over and see's the man too and gives a cold hard stare. "If you had a life, maybe you wouldn't be stalking other people. So, why don't you go get one?" Taehyung looks at you in surprise as you turn away and start walking around. The man also looks surprised then gives Taehyung a glare and scuttles away. "Hey, Y/N! Who did you learn that from?" "Yoongi oppa." You reply. Taehyung still was shocked from your savage statement, but moved on with you.

Jungkook: You were in the park for a quick run with Jungkook when a guy caught up to you. "Hey, you shouldn't be running! It's a man's job to be the protector, not yours. You should be a house-" "And when did I care? When did your opinion matter to me? Sure, you can vote, but so can I. You can drive a car, but so can I. And what is 567x34? It's 19278." "You memorized that. What's 39372x29." "1141788." You answer in a beat. The guy looks at you in surprise. Jungkook does to. "Well, babe, we have a smartass right here. How would you like to come home with me tonight?" You crinkle your nose in disgust. Jungkook regains his senses. "Get away from her, asshole. You just criticized her." You glare. "Go away." The man hurried off and Jungkook looked at you in amazement. "Such a savage."

[scribblemetae]

Lucifer | A huge fuck you, repost. JK x Reader

Description/Summery: The antichrist was getting sick of it all. Sick of the lack of Sin upstairs. Sick of the 7 princes of hell doing absolutely nothing, bickering all day and sick of the sins being seen as nothing but a gimmick. It was time to show the humans exactly what his demons could do to them. Time to make them scared of the underworld once more. It was time let his boys up onto the surface to show just how sinful they can be.  

Pairing: JJK x Reader

Genre: Supernatural, smut.

Word count: 13.5K

Warnings: Demons, blasphemy, If you’re religious im so sorry I love you. Big Dick JK. Pride. Fingering, Squirting, manipulation, use of powers, ungodly use of holy water, Jungkook plays the long game with you. Confessional . dub-con, Sex in a church. Sex with your pastor, Praise Kink (JK just wants you to hear you praise yourself) Insecure reader. Cocky Jungkook, Jungkook controls the reader's life. Filth. Family Issues. Issues in general. Demon cock. Reader cries a lot, dirty talk, teasing, hair pulling, neck grabbing, strong Jungkook.

AN: So basically. Fuck you critics.

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You sit there waiting for the sermon to be over. You don’t even know why you still come to these things. You don’t believe in god and it's honestly the bain of your week. Maybe it's the familiarity that keeps you coming back. Your parents always made you come when you were younger and were just as persistent now that you were older. You don’t live with them anymore. They often made you face confessional every week for sins that you never understood, whether it be you were boasting too much about how you’d done at school, showing the ugly head of your pride or if you not helping around the house as much as you should showing your sloth. 

Your parents were born again Christians so they were stricter than the average family. A lot of your friends were also Christian, you went to a Christian school, Sunday school and Christian fellowship camp every summer and yet they could never really make you believe. There was just something so … dumb, about it. Not that you thought people who believed were dumb, in fact you more than envy the way they have something to truly believe in (Something your parents would also make you confess for if they ever knew) but for you, you could never find sense in the story. It just wasn’t for you.

For some reason though, time and time again you found yourself coming back here, settling into nostalgia amongst the pews in the hall and the people you’ve known your entire life. Just because you didn’t believe it didn't mean you couldn’t find yourself comfortable, regardless of the memories of walking out crying from the guilt and shame it used to make you feel about yourself. You just have to think of all the good things that happened, the friends you made and the life lessons you learnt. Pushing away the feeling that you’d never be enough for the people closest to you.

You're dragged out of your thoughts when the new pastor comes up to the pulpit and starts his sermon. You listen to his words trying to take things away from the speech that can be used in your life as well taking the time to just clear your mind. Most of the time when you listened you were really just blanking out taking time for yourself in your busy world. Things in your life weren’t bad, but they were far from good. Everything is such a boring shade of average that your family never let you forget. If they weren’t getting at you for your lack of religious belief they would make up for it reminding you of your single life, single one bedroom apartment and average salary job that wouldn’t get you anywhere in your life

You looked to your left and your mother was listening with such intent. She was sure that a young new pastor would be just the thing the church needed to bring more people in and modernise things slightly. You’d never seen her so excited when she shook his hand and introduced you and your family to him, your father first, your older brother next and then you. When you shook his hands and looked into your eyes you got lost for a second. 

He had the most beautiful brown eyes that matched up with his golden skin, blonde hair that framed the sides of his face, black roots noticeably coming from the top of his head and the cutest little freckle just underneath his lip. You’d never seen a pastor that looks this good but that could be down to the fact that they were all over the age of 60. As well as being beautiful his hands were warm, so warm that it seemed to take over your entire body making its way up your spine feel soothed and relaxed as his smile melted you. It wasn’t until he spoke that you were knocked out of your gaze.

“It's wonderful to meet such a lovely family, how long have you been members of the church”

He kept his eyes on you as he spoke and you were stuck for a reply. What did he say? You were too busy looking at the black shirt he was wearing, he currently didn’t have his collar on so his top button was open leaving just the slightest bit of neck exposed to you. You’re not sure if it was the allure of him being a pastor but looking at his neck with the thoughts going through your head felt so dirty and it was so attractive to you.

You may have lived your life with a fully religious family but that didn’t stop you from sinning. You’re parents blissfully ignorant to what they would deem your wild life away from the church. They knew you weren’t religious but, that didn’t mean they had to believe you lived a sinful life and that was fine. It worked for you just as well as it worked for them. They didn’t ask questions or judge more parts of your life and you just simply had to lie every now and then and make them believe you’d never had a boyfriend. Easy. All you had to do was throw away any and all pride you had.

“Me and my partner have been since we were in our 20s way beyond your years” 

Was your mother giggling? You’re lucky she was answering the question for you because you barely remembered what the question was but you had to admit you were concerned with the giggling. She didn’t giggle. She was a stone faced woman who barely smiled once a week let alone chucking like a child around the poor man. She really was excited about him.

“My children have been coming here ever since they were old enough, my son even takes part in most of the fairs and events that we hold, he bakes and makes sure everythings sorted and even handles a lot of the financials”

Ah yes, the ‘My son is the most perfect person who attends this church’. Soon she was gonna have to drop the showboating, your brother was in his 30s and eventually it gets sad treating him like the kid who won his sports day. She was there patting away the dust on his suit shoulders making sure he stood up straight and he had the smug smile on his face he always had when basked in the attention. You tried your hardest to respect your family but moments like this make it nearly impossible. 

His hand is still gripped in yours, the handshake at this point would be awkward if it wasn’t for your desire to attach yourself to his arm like a koala bear. Besides his hand was keeping your body warm and you were basking in the feeling. He didn’t really look at your mother as she spoke nor did he pay attention to your brother as he for some reason flashed his ‘best side’ smiling at the pastor and even though you knew it shouldn't, it made you laugh slightly on the inside. Knowing that he wasn’t eating up there act immediately was hilarious as well as slightly surprising. Most of the clergy adored and revered your family but he just keeps his eyes focused on you.

“And what about your daughter Mrs ___”

“Oh ___?”

You could feel her eyes on your face as she stared you down considering what to say. She’d introduced you many different ways to different people. Sometimes she lies and tells them you’re just as impressive as your brother making sure to big you up and embellish everything about your life. The feeling of it like being stomped into the ground and buried so nobody could see what you really were. Sometimes she would try her hardest to offend you hoping that maybe it would accentuate the shame she felt and make you follow her faith. This time she went with what you like the call ‘The healthy middle’”

“Our ___, sadly she hasn't come round to her faith yet but we're hoping eventually we will be able to show her the truth. Maybe having a nice pastor like yourself will do that, Pastor Jeon”

This was when she would tell people you’re still working on yourself, living without sin and within the church's walls in hopes that one day you’d be able to take on the religion full time. Her words not your own, your own words were that you’d fully made up your mind and you weren’t going to change it. She always conveniently left that part out in ‘the healthy middle’ method.

All he did was smile at you, look at his watch and tell your mother it was time for him to get properly dressed for his first sermon.

You were surprised by your mothers reaction honestly, Pastor Jeon looked like he could be younger than yourself. You’d have thought that would have put her off him. She always said how kids your age were let down to faith and always gave into your sinful ways. She was mad that things were changing. Very rarely did people wait until marriage to have sex, church wasn’t something people attended every single sunday without fail and the things that annoys her the most, divorce rates were through the roof. Something about ruining the sanctity of it, but here she was gushing and giggling over the young man. Even now looking up at him as he conducts the sermon she could barely take her eyes away from him. 

For the last 10 minutes of the sermon you try your hardest to not think about the attractive new pastor and do what you usually do. Calm yourself and clear your mind. It was much easier with the old pastor, mainly for that reason. He was old and boring and everything he said was basically in one ear and out the other but with Pastor Jeon it was different. You found yourself listening a little bit harder than usual. Not to the words he was saying but, to the voice the words were wrapped in. His tone was as if the softest of silks were sliding along your body. You can’t believe how affected you are by one man. This wasn’t normal for you, usually finding it very easy to clear your mind but it was almost as if he had planted himself in yours firmly.

As the sermon finished people started leaving one by one, each of the pews becoming empty. You managed to catch up with a few of your friends as they left, each of them letting you know and catching you up on the past week. You had a busy life outside of all of this and you only had weekends off so it was easy to fall out of the loop of everything going on. Saturday was for you and Sunday was for your friends. It just so happened that your friends all went to church for an hour and that was the best way to keep in touch.

It wasn’t until you heard your name called out from behind you whilst talking to your friends that the shiver made its way up your spine. You knew the voice. You’d spend the last hour familiarising yourself with it and when you turn around you can’t help but smile.

“Pastor Jeon”

“Did you enjoy the sermon ___”

How do you answer this? You enjoyed it but for all the wrong reasons. You didn’t pay attention to a word he said but you paid so much attention to how he moved and walked around the pulpit while preaching to the audience. He was a pastor, there was no point in you thinking anything like this. That didn’t stop your imagination running wild.

“I did, thank you”

You weren’t technically lying. This might be the first time you were actually excited about coming back the next week. The idea of just getting to see him again and listen to him preach about God knows what was actually exhilarating to you.

“Curious, what makes you come here even if you don’t believe?”

It wasn’t the first time you were asked this question. In fact most of your friends continued to ask about why you would waste your days coming here time and time again if you didn’t believe any of it. The last thing you wanted to do was admit it was because it's the only time you’d get to see your friends and escape from the real world because to them, but for you it was nothing more than a fantasy you could bury your head in and forget about everything.

“Well Pastor Jeon, I can’t really explain it but, I guess i’m just kinda used to it”

“So you really don’t believe. Don’t believe in God or The Devil, don’t believe in heaven and hell? You don’t believe in sin”

You’re not sure what it was but yet again he’d gotten in your head. The way the word sin seemed to roll off his tongue so comfortably was unsettling but so sexy. You were absolutely going to have to ‘comfort’ yourself after today. 

“I’m sorry” 

Your voice had gone soft as you replied. You felt him looming over you as he waited for your answer

“I really don’t”

You couldn't help but notice the smirk on his face as he looked into your eyes as you answered. He was undoubtedly confident. He looked you in the eyes while talking and didn’t refrain from asking you questions, your friends may question you but your pastors never did. Pastor Jeon was so unlike any other you’d known before

“Well I’d be careful Miss ____, when you walk into a church and declare your disbelief, you might just hurt somebody's feelings”

You’d heard this too many times for you to count. You mother always told you how much you would upset God by saying you don’t believe in him. ‘Oh how the Angels weep when they hear your heathen ways’ or something to that effect. She was always strong with the dramatics.

“I’m sure if they really are out there, they would forgive me”

For just a second, Jungkook doesn’t look like he's happy with your answer. For just a second there was a crack in his smile and something else shone through and you felt it burn down your spine. The heat of his glare scolded down your spine for the spilt second it lasted.

“The kind of things I’m talking about aren’t the best at forgiving, ___”

Before you got a question to ask him what he was talking about you heard your mother shouting from across the huge open room. Her voice was shrill in your ear and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Paster Jeon, the service was wonderful”

Her arm was reached out ready to shake his hand in hers. He took it, smiled and thanked her for her complement. The strange tension in the air had dwindled ever slightly and you were now able to breathe just a little bit. 

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Yes he was attractive, yes you couldn't get him out of your head but you were more fixated on his words than anything else. His views on things seemed slightly different to your other Pastors. Why did he think that Angels and God weren’t in the business of forgiving. You’re entire life you were told, no matter what. As long as you repented for any sin you may have, you would be forgiven. Before you were fully sure of your lack of belief this is something that helped you through. It helped your younger self feel less scared at the idea that maybe your ideals didn’t match up the same as your parents 

You were sitting there in front of your TV barely watching what was one the screen. You spent the rest of your day with your friends talking about everything and nothing all at the same time. Usually you enjoy it but this time you couldn't focus, only thinking about Jungkook. No reason other than his beauty and his words. He was so captivating. He was on your mind more than you’d like to admit. Church was supposed to be simple. Yes it had your family complications but as a whole it was supposed to be an easy form of escapism to you. Now it was in your head for a different reason and you didn’t want that to become a thing in your life. You had to stop thinking about him and move on with your life. 

You snap yourself out of your pondering with the feeling of heat all around your body. You were normally a cold person by nature so this change of temperature was something you weren’t used to and it was rising quickly. It was if somebody had whacked the heating up in your house to max. You tried everything you could to cool yourself down from it but you just couldn't. You started panicking and fanning yourself with a magazine that was on your table. It was only a second later the heat fell from your body and you went back to normal. Your body was running at a normal temperature. If it wasn’t for the sweat that had started beading at your forehead you wouldn’t have known you just had one of the most severe hot flashes you’d ever known.

When it stopped you were instantly reminded of the heat that ran down your spine for the simple second while you were talking to Jungkook. You’d forgotten about it as soon as it happened. It was fleeting in feeling but it was unusually hot when you started thinking about it. Did he really affect your body that he made you physically hot?

You sit there slightly bewildered about it. Why would you be having hot flashes? You’re not on medication, you’re not going through your menopause or anything that usually causes it. Maybe you just weren’t feeling right? Yeah that had to be it.

You look up towards your cock and notice it's 9pm. Still pretty early for most people but maybe you just needed to lie down and relax and get the day over. You were stressed and annoyed and that's always a recipe for disaster so that's what you did. You went to bed and reluctantly thought of the new Pastor that seemed to be here just to take over your mind.

The rest of the week went smoothly. You still thought about Jungkook every now and then but you weren’t going to punish yourself too much for that. He was hot, really hot and you couldn’t be helped for the attraction you felt for him. Sadly when you weren’t thinking about him the hot flashes in your body seemed to get worse. You’d be mindlessly doing something in the kitchen or at work and feel the heat rising through your spine. Until you were ultimately pulled back again to your first meeting with him and the heat would stop. It was almost as if he was your support through it all. Most people have boyband members and celebrities to cloud their mind with when bad things happen. Was it weird that you chose your church Pastor?

'Look' you're talking to yourself in the mirror giving yourself a pep talk 'I think you should go see the nurse. Or a doctor. Or, really, anyone with the slightest hint of a medical degree, because this isn't normal’

You hated to admit it but you despised going to the doctors and you always had to hype yourself up for it. Something about it made you uncomfortable so you always avoided it the best you could, but alas there are things you just couldn’t put off and random hot flashes seemed to be one of them things you just couldn’t push away.  When you went they didn’t seem to make a huge fuss about it, convinced that you had just put your body under too much stress. You’d never heard of hot flashes being a symptom of stress but, they were the doctors so you just went with it and hoped they were right. Besides it meant you wouldn’t have to go for any more appointments making it a win win situation for you. 

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As soon as you walked up to the church you could feel the churning. The heat yet again burned up your body as you looked up towards the building. It was at the very end of an impressive garden and driveway where all the cars would pass driving round to the parking spaces at the back of the stone structure.

Your eyes follow a car that's driving towards the cobbled road and you see him standing there at the entrance of the building. The burning feeling suddenly rising up to your cheeks and dissipating completely within a second. You’re not sure how much longer you could handle these hot flashes but they seemed to be getting worse and worse. 

You walked into the empty hallway doing your best to stealth past everybody and bee lined straight to the bathroom. Luckily everybody was getting in their greetings and there was nobody here. It was small and cramped with just one cubicle so here you were able to take a second and gather your thoughts the way you wanted to. You looked yourself in the mirror and noticed that your hairline was starting to look a little fuzzy from the sweat that had gathered and you that the hot flash had knocked you slightly making you look a little worse for wear slightly smearing your make-up. You were going to have to go back to the doctors because this didn’t feel right to you. There's no way a second of heat should be able to affect you this much let alone be present at all.

You stayed there an extra 10 minutes trying to sort yourself out to look a little bit neater. Realistically you looked fine, you were just lying to yourself. The real reason you were in here was to avoid Jungkook at all costs. For some reason when you saw him the burning started and as much as you want to ignore it there was something incredibly strange about that. Besides, even if it was all unrelated you think about him far too much for it to be healthy and being here drilled that point into you hard. The best thing you could do was make sure you didn’t talk to him at all and just get the service over and done with. You could talk to all your friends afterwards and half your chance of bumping into him. 

You looked at your phone to check the time and noticed it was a few minutes before the service would start, you stepped outside the bathroom and the coast seemed to be clear. Just as you stepped foot outside the door you heard somebody in the corner clearing their throat. You turn around and without a second to think you see Jungkook walking towards you, closer than he’d ever been before. 

His hands pushed through your hair softly and his mouth was against your ear. Your eyes flew open wide and your back was pushed against the door frame of the bathroom. You didn’t have a second to think about what was happening before he was whispering in your ear.

“You really made me sad last week and until you make up for it, i'll make sure this only gets worse for you” 

You must have only blinked for a second but when you did the feeling of him upon your body faded out completely. Like smoke dropping heavy from your body. When you reopen your eyes there is nobody in front of you. You looked around for him frantically but he was nowhere to be seen. You were going crazy. Ever since Jungkook got here things have been different and you were losing your mind slowly. Never had a man had this effect on you but he was different. 

You stood there debating your next move. Clearly things weren’t right with you at the moment, the last thing you wanted to do was join everybody else in the packed church hall while you could barely gain your own semblance but leaving now would look weird to everybody. You’d never missed church, not once. The idea of people questioning you about it would be too awkward to handle. So you swallow your pride yet again and walk into the hall, the service hadn’t yet started so you were able to enter and find somewhere to sit without causing too much of a fuss. 

Usually you’d go and sit with your family but today you opted for sitting in the back in case you decided to run for your life without causing too much of a commotion.

You sat there looking up, the choir had just started to sing and everybody stood up grabbing their pamphlets with the words to today's hymn on and you were just. Confused. Everything seemed strange and weird. Your body was acting up in a way it never had before, you couldn’t get Jungkook out of your head and you’d only spoken to him properly once. You even had a weird as hell mirage of him show up today, you were making up scenarios in your own head and it didn't feel healthy. It's like your mind and body weren’t your own anymore and you were completely losing control.

It's only when you heard his voice that you were snapped out of your thoughts once again. You couldn’t stop listening to what he had to say. No, seriously. Why couldn’t you turn your head away and stop listening. It’s like your body wouldn’t allow you. Your head felt stuck in place as your eyes stayed on him with every word he said.

“Certainly the most destructive vice if you like, that a person can have. More than pride, which is supposedly the number one of the cardinal sins - is self pity. Self pity is the worst possible emotion anyone can have. And the most destructive. It is, to slightly paraphrase what Wilde said about hatred, and I think actually hatred's a subset of self pity and not the other way around - ' It destroys everything around it, except itself '.

Every word that came out of his mouth was convincing. You weren’t sure what this service was based on or about, but you couldn’t help but get stuck on every word. It made you feel bad about yourself. You wished you could sound as intelligent as he did, you wish you could captivate a room the way he did right now. Everybody's eyes were on him staring as he read from the book in front of him. No doubt littered with quotes and points that he wanted to make. You could never do that. You could never be as powerful as him. The more you thought about it, the more you could start to feel the sparks of heat throw itself around you once again and this time you couldn’t help but panic.

Your next move was undignified to say the least but at this point you couldn’t care less. You stood up making a scene, hands flapping around your face as you weren’t sure what to do and you left the church hall to retreat to the car you had left outside, down the path of the cobble path and round the corner. You didn’t want to park near the church today, hoping it would give you a quick escape if you needed to just run away, rather than standing around your car with everybody talking to you. 

You weren’t running but your pace was much faster than usual. You could hear one of your friends shouting at you from across the path but you didn’t want to turn back, you didn’t want to talk to anybody about what was happening because you had no idea. What would you say? It was a no brainer, you had to get out of there as fast as you possibly could and get your head together, get your head around everything that was happening to you. 

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You’d been sitting at home in your Pajamas for the rest of the day. You had to wear something that would combat the head you had been feeling, baggy but short shorts along with a strappy top. You didn’t do anything. You hadn’t turned the light on yet and you ignored the numerous phone calls you’d gotten from your friends after what had happened. You were driving yourself crazy thinking about everything that was going on. You didn’t know how to explain the events of the last week but you knew there was something more to it that you originally thought. 

You were going to have to talk to somebody. Seeing things wasn’t a good sign along with not being able to control your thoughts. You’d started to purposely push Jungkook out of your mind and yet it's as if you weren’t allowed. As if something was stopping you from doing exactly that. You’d made a deal with yourself that you’d go back to the doctors and sort this out but that's why you were unwilling to take yourself to the bedroom and sleep. The quicker you go to sleep the quicker you had to go talk to somebody about this. You had a lot of feelings about what was happening. Shame, humiliation, mortification to name just a few. You were letting them take over more than you usually would. Maybe you should just go cry it out? Yeah, that was always good. That's something that usually made you feel better afterwards. You walk towards your bedroom with the full intention of crying under your bed sheets but when you open the door to your bedroom you are surprised to find yourself somewhere completely different. You are in a very tiny, dark wooden room with a red cushioned chair in front of you. Confessional.

You couldn’t forget this room no matter how many times you tried. You Mother made you go into confession every other week hoping that if you told them all the things you had done wrong in your life that would somehow make you believe and want to have faith. The logic behind it wasn’t exactly strong but that didn’t stop her from trying. Now everytime you looked at the confessional box to the side of the main hall of the church you feel uncomfortable to no end and now. Here you were, stood in the middle of it wondering what was happening.

“Do you have any sins you want to confess?”

The voice surprised you but you recognised it immediately. Jungkook. What was going on here? You didn't say anything, just stood there on the spot head in your hands wondering what you had done to be going this crazy. You could feel the familiar burn running up your spine and you were even more frustrated. You couldn’t help but writhe around on the spot not knowing what to do. You just wanted this all to stop and the burn to go away but it wasn’t. It was getting worse and worse and slowly taking over you. 

“Sit down and talk to me, I can make it all go away”

You're not sure why you were going along with it. It was like your body had a mind of its own. With tears in your eyes you turned around and sat down looking at the wooden door you knew you should just walk back through taking you back to your living room. You couldn’t though, it was as if you were glued to the spot you sat. Literally. The wooden box around you was exactly the same as one in your Church and you're convinced that's where you are now, how didn’t matter anymore. The only thing that mattered to you was why? Just before you have the chance to open your mouth and ask your cut off.

“Don’t talk just listen”

You opened your mouth to talk back but you couldn’t, it's like the words just wouldn’t come out. Your mouth clamping shut making you breath loudly out of your nose while your tears still fell. You looked to the side knowing you’d see him through the wooden pattern. Braving yourself enough to face him. 

You could only just see the side of his face. His side profile as he smirked added an annoyed fire to you knowing he was the reason this was all happening to you. His eyes weren’t even thinking about looking towards you. The shadow of the partition grid cast over his face made sure the light only cast against the sharpest of his features.

“Tell me what you see when you look in the mirror?”

His words were calm and collected while you were more than a mess. You didn’t want to answer but for some reason you did. The words being pulled from your mouth before you even had a chance to stop yourself

‘Shame, humiliation, mortification”

You argue with yourself, you didn’t want to be a part of whatever was going on but here you were answering his questions. A second ago you were unable to talk and now you're unable to hold the words back. The first thing you thought was the first thing you said. It's like the answer was being dragged out your mind through your mouth. You heard him chuckle from the otherside. It may have sounded funny to him but you just admitted to him something you wouldn’t admit to anybody else. You’re spilling secrets you never wanted to tell.

“Such pathetic dirty words. Why don’t you take more pride in yourself?”

This time his face looked towards you completely. As he moved his face towards yours you moved yours away fixing your eyes on the door in front of you scared to look into his eyes. You were pathetic. Sat here crying scared for your life. You couldn’t agree more with the words coming from his mouth.

“Do you lack so much pride you can’t even look me in the eyes”

‘One, two three, one two three’ you start slowly inhaling and exhaling counting down waiting for this all to be over. This wasn’t real, this was the second hallucination you had in one day and you hoped just like the last one that this would end very soon.

“I said look at me”

His voice was loud in your ears and it caused you to close your eyes tighter not wanting to engage with what was happening, as soon as you engaged you would let it overcome you and that's the last thing you wanted. You just wanted out. 

“I said-”

You felt something grapple on your chin tightly pulling you head up and before you knew it your eyes opened without your consent. There he was standing in front of you smiling down as if what was happening was completely normal. He looked so different. You’d only ever seen him in his robes taking the sermon in front of everybody else but here he stood in all black, a silver chain hanging on the side of his jeans. Long black but tight shirt showing off a body you didn’t know existed adorned with a black choker hugging his neck tightly. 

“-Look at me”

He pushed his tongue into his check when he saw you looking up towards him. You were yet again unable to say anything to him the only thing your body was allowing was for you to stare up at him and admiring his face and body. If you found him attractive before this was something completely unexplainable. Just the way his eyes were boring into you had your tummy doing flips. Reality hit back when you realised just how wrong that was and you tried to move away but your body just refused to go along with your brain and the loose fingers on your chin had grabbed tighter. 

“At one point Missy-” as he punctuated the word laced in annoyance he bent down crouching in front of you making you look down at him while his hand was still tight on your chin starting to make it ache ever so slightly “You hurt my pride so bad I wanted to punish you for it, but then I noticed how pitiful your pride was for yourself”

He looked you deep in the eyes as he spoke and you could feel the burning screaming in your body. It was almost as if you were on fire and you couldn’t help the uncomfortable feeling of everything that was going on around you, it was only slightly dulled by the tingling that accompanied it from Jungkook's touch and gaze upon you. 

“You have so much potential for pride I can see it in your family. The way your mum kisses the rim of my asshole every time she speaks, spitting out pride in every word, it almost makes me proud, the way your brother begs for attention whenever she gushes over him. It's so pathetic it's perfect. But you-”

He pulls your forward uncomfortably so he doesn’t have to move but can speak straight into your ear 

“I don’t seem to have got to you just yet baby-”

He starts pushing his free hand onto your knee, down your thighs stroking the skin firmly playing with the loose hem of your shorts.

“I can’t wait to get inside you”

His hand starts to grip the flesh on your inner thigh tightly and you start to feel the wetness pool between your legs, you can’t help but let your eyes fall down to where he was touching you, you could see the the colour purple start to appear around the base of his fingernails dancing just along the skin. His hands were bigger than you remember and his grip was getting tighter and tighter it was starting to hurt along with the rest of your body. You looked up at him trying to express the pain your body was feeling in the position. The words were caught in your throat when you looked up towards him. His eyes had turned a full deep purple, no iris or pupil. The white completely gone replaced completely with the deep colour. The roots of his hair and scalp now a complete dark purple and you could see the colour dripping down the sides of his neck. 

“But before I do that, you need to fix my pride and start believing in me”

Your body was hotter than ever before and he’d pulled your body up from the seat completely pulling your body towards his pushing into you. You could feel him pushing against your core and the moans you let out were sinful. You didn’t understand the conflicting feelings rushing around your body. You were terrified of what was in front of you. You wanted to leave and scream but you also wanted to feel him, the attraction you felt towards him was unexplainable. Before you could contemplate anything you heard him screaming pulling back from you. Both his hands are smoking and sizzling almost as if they were burning.

You took the chance as it presented itself and ran out the door of the confessional. As you opened it and pushed your way through you found yourself in the comfort of your bed. Sitting up as fast as possible sweat dripping down your body and heart beat racing.

A dream, it was just a dream.

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You feel a pain in your neck when you look up to see your clock on your wall and notice it's 9am. You panicked, usually you’d be up and ready for work by now. Working week days and having weekends off had its benefits. The best one being that you never have to bother with people asking you to do things on a weekday and they don’t ask you on the weekend because they know of your commitments. Basically it all means nobody was able to bother you. Just how you liked it.

You padded out of bed walking over to your mirror to assess yourself for the day. You were already late getting ready so there was no point rushing. They could wait an extra 15 minutes for you. You laughed as you looked at how messy your hair was, a lot of it stuck to your face with sweat. Your nightmare really took its toll on you. You always wondered, why was it always the morning, where nearly every human on earth looks like a bag of shit, that we decide to look in the mirror. You huff as you look at yourself, it reminded you of how you felt when you were dreaming. Reminded you of all the things you wanted to forget.

When your phone rang from the side of your bed you whip your head over to look at it once again feeling a tugging pain at the base of it. You must have slept funny you thought as you walked over picking it up. When you see it was your mum calling you panicked. She only ever called on a Sunday morning making sure you were getting ready for church or if there was trouble. So this could only be one thing. Trouble.

“Hey Mum whats up?”

The conversation makes your head hurt. Your mother is nothing but frantic on the otherside asking where you were and what you were doing, was she worried about you?

“I’m just at home about to get ready for work. Why what's happening?”

The next thing she said hit you like a ton of bricks ‘Do not tell me you picked up a shift today, you’ll be at the service at 11 oclock and that's final, and don’t try pulling what you pulled last week. I was so embarrassed you just running off like that, Jungkook was fine with it all but you’re starting to make us look worse than we already do!’ and before you could say anything she hung the phone up on you rushing around doing whatever she was doing.

Service? Last week? You were so confused. That happened yesterday today was- It was only when you picked up your phone looking at the date that you noticed something very not normal was happening. Sunday the 21st…. But yesterday was Sunday 14th. This wasn’t making sense, how could you have possibly missed an entire week?

You were starting to lose touch with everything that was going on. Were you going crazy? Were these things really happening? You started flapping a little bit, panic setting around your body as you consider what's happening to yourself. You look back in the mirror and take a deep breath trying to calm yourself down yet again. Something you had to do a lot lately. 

What do you do? 

It's strange. You kinda just stood there. You always think when you're younger, even as an adult that you’d be forced into fight or flight if something unexplainable happened but… that's not what you did. You couldn’t comprehend what was happening, and this was happening. So you just stood, closing your eyes trying to think your way out of all of this. Two seconds ago you thought you were dreaming but now, now you know you weren’t. There was no way this was you going crazy. As you opened your eyes again and nothing changed you knew you had to face facts. This all started because of one person. 

“Bingo”

Your body twisted around to the voice behind you and there he was sat. On the end of your bed laughing at you. Your body twitched as you tried to move wanting to confront him but your muscles were stuck on the spot. He was doing this… he was controlling your body and it wasn’t for the first time either. You started to panic. Worrying if he would come and touch you. Hurt you.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I can’t even touch you remember?”

He held his hands up towards you and you could see the slight burnt scars across his palm from what you saw the previous night. When he touched you it burnt. You furrowed your eyes in confusion when you thought back to it

“Your guardian Angel must have started paying attention. Gosh do you humans know nothing about us. I swear all you do is worship the Gods and Angels and yet you really don’t know how anything works!”

His personality here was a complete 180 of what he showed you last night. He was so stern and strong, making you smile in his presence but here, he seemed like the boy next door, like he was here to help you.

“What the fuck?”

Okay so maybe it wasn’t the best thing you could have said in the moment but it's all your brain could come up with. You could have asked… ‘What is happening?’ or ‘What do you want?’ but you thought what you said was the best way to really explain how you feel about everything going on. 

“Ugh, I can’t touch you until you give in to me, well… Not when your Angel is looking anyways”

He was talking slightly huffy. Almost as if he was annoyed you didn’t know. Two seconds ago you didn’t even believe in any of this shit let alone know the logistics of how he could touch you

“Not until you become on of mine anyways”

That caught your attention, one of his? He stood up and moved closer to you. Not close enough to touch. Obviously not wanting to risk the burning of his skin once more, but enough to intimidate you. Reminding you of how you felt last time he spoke to you, and my God did it remind you. It reminded you of the fear you felt but it also reminded you of the wet that pooled between your legs as he touched you.

“Come find me tonight, in the Church after the sermon and i’ll explain everything or all of this will just keep happening”

Once again he disappeared out of sight. The smoke that always seems to appear when he departs filling your room and your senses. 

You’re not sure what it was but a part of you was starting to feel brave. You were going to meet him that was a no brainer. It was the only choice you had at this point. He could kill you. He wasn’t human that was obvious enough but it was that or continue to live like this, but that wasn’t what made you feel brave. It was the fact that you were looking forward to it. You weren’t as scared as you had been. You were determined for all of this to finally end. This past week felt like a life-time and you couldn’t live another day of it.

He’d spent the week controlling your thoughts. Making you feel worse than you ever had. He made you burn, he made you confront just how weak you were but that had filled you with a strength. A strength that knew things couldn’t get worse. 

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“There you are, Pet. I’ve been waiting”

You looked at him from across the huge hall, eyes boring into his. You were angry. You were confused and you knew it was all because of this person in front of you. He was dressed in the robes you saw him in that same day when he was in front of everybody giving his sermon. The only difference being the lack of people filling up the pews around you. The sound of his fingers tapping on the wooden stand in front of him filling the huge echoing room. Each tap seemed to replicate the beat of your heart. You were scared and he knew it, the confidence you felt earlier slightly feigning. You didn’t care though, you were going to face whatever was going to happen.

“This is all you isn’t it? You’re the reason this is happening”

He simply smiled at you as he stood in his spot. You both knew it, he’d already basically admitted it to you but you’d never had the freedom of speech around him like you do now. He didn’t seem to be playing games at the moment. You were free to say whatever you wanted. If you were going to really face this as a reality you needed him to really say what he was doing

“Seems almost unbelievable doesn’t it?”

His eyebrow cocked as one side of his mouth twitched upwards into what you could only describe as a wicked smile. 

“Why are you doing this?”

Your voice was becoming feeble. When you were on your way you felt strong and like you could face anything. This wasn’t normal, you knew this was never going to be a fair fight. Jungkook was far more than human. You almost laughed wishing you would have believed your family and friends about there being more to life than what you see in front of you. Only for a second were you able to laugh at yourself before you remembered everything that was happening to you. 

“I told you, you made me sad”

The pout on his lips was childish. You could tell he was putting it on. Regardless of how much you hurt his pride this was purely mocking. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger. He’d twisted your life into groundhog day. He’d taken over your every dream and thought. He’d known he’d won this fight so far. 

“I believe you. Are you happy now? You got me”

You felt exhausted, soft but harsh tears running down your face as you looked around the building. You didn’t even know you were crying until you felt the tear run down your cheek. Damn, you thought you’d be better at this. You’re not sure why but you started looking around you, the entire building taking over your senses. You’d done everything you could to ignore the stained glass windows and the statues that stand around telling stories of God and the Devil fighting for power. Sculptures of angels guiding your vision back up to the pulpit where Jungkook stands. All of it was real. The things you’d spent your life trying to ignore and dismiss. Turns out you were wrong all this time.

“I thought I told you I wouldn’t forgive that easy”

He let out a sigh as he rounded the stand walking towards you. The Hall was so long it felt like he was taking forever. As he walked his appearance changed once again. The robes turning to smoke and being replaced with the black attire he wore when he took over your dream. You hated how affected you were but you tried not to blame yourself. He was doing this to you. It was all him. Everything you felt and thought was what he made you feel. What he made you think.

You heard him laugh behind you and in a split second you felt him grabbing your hips and pulling your back towards his chest. One second he was in front of you and the next he was behind. You must have blinked because you didn’t even notice he’d gone before you were pulled into his grasp. A loud gasp left your mouth but before you could finish it his hand was slapped across it pulling your head against his shoulder.

“Looks like your Angel isn’t watching right now huh Pet”

You flinched as he touched you not expecting him to appear behind you.

“Rest assured I didn’t control you as much as you like to think I did, I know you’re hiding behind your shame pretending that I put all these feelings into your head but no, it was all you. Yes I made you listen, yes I made you talk, but I had nothing to do with what you had to say or how you felt”

You felt his hand between your legs as he pushed against you covered pussy elisating a moan from you. It felt so good having him touch you. It felt like he’d been teasing you for so long. You tried so hard not to but the week you met him, when you were forced to think of only him. You thought of him in so many indecent ways.

“I’m not the one that made your pussy wet, well… not in the way you’re trying to blame me anyways”

You felt the familiar feeling of shame washing over your body. This was horrifying. Jungkook was clearly something akin to a demon and here you were drooling and dripping at the idea of him. What was wrong with you? He must be lying, it was him. It wasn’t you! It wasn’t! You started to thrash your body around trying to release yourself but all you did was make his hold on yourself tighter. You didn’t move him even an inch. 

“Deny it all you want baby girl but all I’ve ever made you, is honest. You’re so fascinating to me baby. Just wanted to understand and help you, stop you feeling all these horrible emotions”

His voice was so sweet. His firm hand still over your mouth holding you where he wants you but the hand on your puddy that he was now using to pin you against him was now running through your hair, stroking you. The feeling was so strange you couldn’t explain it. The overwhelmingly soft touch of his fingers against you contrasting with the ache he was pulling from your jaw.

“But you still feel bad about it all don’t you, Pet. You feel so bad I’ll never understand it.” 

He took a second before he continued his sentence.

“why are your eyes as wet as your pussy?”

Your brain hit a blank. He really didn’t understand why you were crying right now? You were scared beyond belief. You were scared of what he was going to do to you. That’s what you tell yourself anyways. You know it's a lie. You know deep down your fear isn’t the main reason for your tears. You know it's caused by the shame you feel. The shame rooted deep within your need for him. He’d been teasing you for too long. Taking over your thoughts and senses. He’s made you want him so much despite everything.

“Shame is so dirty” 

The words were spat from his mouth. Of course you didn’t need to say anything. It's why he never moved his hands away from your mouth. He knew he could just pull anything he needed straight from you. 

“Shame is a soul eating emotion. Why the fuck would you be ashmed of wanting to be touched when it feels so good”

As he finished his sentence you felt his tongue gliding up the side of your neck. He tightened the hand in your hair and started pulling you forward. It burnt so good as he pulled you towards the font of the hall where he would usually stand. The hand on your mouth moved down towards your neck as he held your head up straight. He had you facing the statue of God that stood as tall as the building you were in looking over everybody.

“He's the one that made you think you should be ashamed of this!”

He harshly planted his forehead against the side of yours speaking into your ear directly as his hands stayed firmly in place. 

“He’s the reason shame exists. He’s the reason you have to be modest about everything. Well fuck him! Why the fuck should well all be so modist. With a body like yours you should be screaming in pride. Should be proud of how perfectly wet that pussy gets for me. Tell him you’re not ashamed.”

Only now do you really think about God, all of this talk and only now did you realise this was a  heaven and hell thing. This was a demon vs God kind of thing. You didn’t believe God had anything to do with the emotions you felt just yesterday. You didn’t think for even a second about how he would contribute to the way everybody feels about themselves and how they view themselves but here you were contemplating everything and agreeing with the very weak argument Jungkook was spitting into your ear. 

“TELL HIM!”

The scream startled you out of your thoughts just as you were about to try and gain a rational thought and you couldn’t help but obey

“I-I’m… I’m not ashamed”

You could feel him breathing deeply as you said it. You could feel the smile against your check that made you smile ever so slightly as well. 

“Good girl, now say it again and mean it, I wanna feel that pride rolling of your tongue”

“I’m not ashamed”

Ironically, any other time you’d be ashamed of how quickly you did as he said but something about the declaration made your shame wash away. It was as if a magical feeling had washed over you body and no longer felt the strong feeling of self-hate towards yourself 

“I’m not ashamed”

You couldn’t help it, the words kept spilling out of your mouth and the more you did the better you felt. You could hear Jungkook's soft breathing in your ear each time you said it.

“Tell him you’re proud”

His voice was so calm now, you could hear sighs of happiness flowing from each word he said. You couldn’t help but continue to do as he said. Wanting to hear more of his voice in your ear.

“I’m proud”

“You know what I do to proud girl's baby?”

You shake your head at his question. To lost in the feeling this is giving your body. You know it's because of him. You know he was controlling your mind. Getting you lost in the euphoric feeling of the pride you now have coursing through your veins but it was a feeling you would never get used to. A feeling you never wanted to lose. You’d do anything to make sure you never lost this.

“I reward them”

Before you could even breath he pulled your closer, this time pressing your chest against his as his hand dove into your jeans pushing his finger inside your pussy making you let out the biggest whine you’d ever released.

“Fucking love touching proud bitches. Love a wet cunt that knows exactly what it wants. What does yours want ___,?”

His finger entered you quickly but that didn’t mean his teasing wasn’t agonising. You’ve wanted this for days. Thought about it so much that this barely scratch the suffice of what you needed but fuck it was helping. His finger was pushing in and out of you slowly. Each time he pushed in deep he kept it there, moving it around trying to touch every part of your aching core making you whimper and moan. The use of your name and the fact that his eyes were staring into yours weren’t helping your sanity. You could feel every inch of his finger and it was lighting sparks in your body.

“Please, Jungkook, please”

You weren’t really thinking straight, to lost in the feeling of his fingers inside you. You noticed his eyes had started turning a dark purple once again. You were unable to read his emotions as the whites of his eyes were being completely taken over by the deep colour. 

“Ah-ah, proud girls don’t beg ___, they say exactly what they want”

You felt the finger inside you grow bigger as his eyes were completely taken over. You’d seen this once before. It wasn’t a dream that was real. This is real. Your breath is knocked back by the entrance of another finger. Jungkooks expression was basically laughing at you as your semblance was lost completely. He enjoyed every second of what he was doing to you and the longer you looked into the deep colour of his eyes the more you enjoyed it as well. There one was a question burning in the back of your head that you had to ask before you got lost though.

“Wh-Ah fuck-....- What are- …- what are you Jungkook?”

He moved your body and sat you on the edge of the table in front of the pulpit that held the goblet of holy water and the plate of bread everybody would share. He let you down so forcefully you worried it was all going to fall off

“I’m what your mommy warned you about for years baby”

He pushed your body down and slowly dragged his hand down it, each item of clothing he touched disappeared from your body leaving you naked as his hand moved its way back to your pussy pushing his fingers back deep inside making you moan so loud. He only removed them for a second when he moved you to the table but your pussy missed them so much that it stirred and tingled now it finally had them back. 

“I’m the original Sin, Pet.”

His body moved above yours hovering over you and still fully dressed. One of his hands found comfort next to your head as he still stood looming over you pushing his fingers deep shaking them harshly inside of you. You could help but scream, his scalp once again turning purple taking over the roots of his hair crawling down his neck. Everything about this was so wrong but felt so right. Every time you looked into his eyes you were captivated by him. You should have been scared by the orbs staring at you but you weren’t. He turned you on so much. His fingers were working so hard inside you it had your screaming and you could feel your orgasm approaching you hard and fast

“So you tell me baby, who am I?”

He didn’t relent as he made light work of your body. His fingers moving around making your stomach turn with pleasure. The dull pleasure turning sharp inside you as your orgasm was ripped from your body. You screamed and thrashed around on the table, his bigger than usual fingers non-stop moving as you cum around them making a mess of his hand, wetting the sleeve of his shirt and squirting all over the table below

“Come on baby, I know you’ve figured it out by now”

He walks around your body grabbing your knees pushing them up to your chest looking at the mess you’d made. Your checks felt incredibly hot at the idea of him seeing you so exposed. Seeing how turned on he makes you. You turn your head to the side no longer able to watch him examine you with his unreadable purple orbs.

You feel a slap come down against you pussy and it stings 

“Tell me how proud you are of the mess you made baby”

The after shocks of your orgasam started to settle down you were starting to feel tired. Your body had twitched and strained so hard from your orgasm you could barely think. That was until he was pulling you back up by your hair to where you were on your hands and knees staring at the mess you had made on the table. He lowered himself down again so he was squating, both of you face to face with each other above the sodden table. 

“Come on give in to me baby, say it!”

Again he was staring into your eyes and you loved it. Something about the intensity of it driving you insane. His dark orbs made you intimidated. You were a firm believer that the eyes were the doors to the soul and he was staring deep into yours while you were unable to see into his hiding behind the purple mask. 

“I’m proud of it”

“MEAN IT”

When he shouted his voice was loud and scary, his hands clenching tighter against your roots. It made you jump, eyes closing as you flinched back. Just one second of reality and you realise exactly what was happening. You knew exactly why he was shouting at you, much to your disbelief 

“Oh, you’re starting to realise now aren’t you baby?”

You wanted him out of your head but at the same time it makes things easier not having to explain what you were thinking while you were still out of breath, exacerbated from your events of the day so far. ‘I’m the thing your mommy warned you about” “Tell him your proud’, ‘I'm the original sin’

“You’re him aren’t you?”

He was all but laughing loudly as he walked around your body slapping your ass as he reached behind you. He swiftly turned your body flat on your back, again leaving your muscles pained with the amount he’d thrown you around. He climbs on top of you still fully dressed. You can feel his clothes rubbing against your skin. The chain on his jeans rubbing up on the inside of your tights as he crawls tightly between your legs hooking them around his hips. He pushes his crotch into your humping his hard cock against your pussy. You can’t help but mona as your feel the hardness of his cock and the friction from his jeans grind up against you.

“Who?”

He's looking down at you as smugly as he can, seeing you losing yourself once again because of him. He wants you to say his name. His real name and on one hard thrust you can’t help but moan it.

“Lucifer”

It was obvious, all the signs were there and you were stupid to not even think about it untill now. You spent so long trying to convince yourself that you were crazy that the possibility of who he was was out of the question until recent. He grunts along with you as you say his name and that confirms it all for you. You were right. He was Lucifer. One of the seven princes of hell. The prince of pride. 

“Such a clever girl”

He starts kissing up your neck biting and marking it as he starts to hump against you forcefully. Your body was overwhelmed with him. The purple prince on top of you made your body hot and warm but feeling every inch of his dressed body felt so good against you bare one. You felt his breath against your skin in between the nips and sucks he planted on your neck and the friction of his jeans against your clit had you seeing stars.

“I’m everything that truly makes you feel good about yourself”

Each word punctuated by the trust of his hips.

“Please, please fuck me”

The feeling of him against you was becoming too much and you wanted nothing more than to give into him. He could have you, have all your pride and your praise. You just needed to feel him.

“You think I’m humping you for fun baby girl, I wanna fuck you so bad its unreal. This beautiful body of yours, but you’re not getting my cock until you give in. Can you imagine what your Angel will do to me if she finds you impaled on my cock the way you’re imagining right now?”

It all makes sense. He needed to hear you being proud of what you want. All he's done is beg you to acknowledge your pride and mean it and right now you were more than willing to give him that. If giving into him meant he’d fuck you. You’d give in.

“I want you Jungkook. I deserve your cock don’t I? I’ve been so good”

You knew you’d hit a weak spot within him. The idea of him getting turned on by you loving yourself was something so foregn to you but you could get used to it. His hips were slower but much harder as he pushed into you. 

“So much better baby but I need you to mean it. I need you to dig real fucking deep and find that pride that I know is waiting to brust out of you”

You closed your eyes and thought back, trying to really dig deep for the feeling you needed to feel. All your life you'd felt put down by your parents and your family. Being shouted at for not being good enough. Pride wasn’t easy to find in your life. You start to get lost in your sadness but feel a mouth clamp down on your nipple. A gentle bite mixed with a sopping wet tongue lashing around it. 

“Only good thoughts baby come on. Wanna fuck you so bad”

It was then that you realised it wasn’t that he wanted you to find your pride. He needed you to. Physically incapable of doing anything until you truly gave in to him and right now that's all you wanted to do. You thought back harder. Every time something slightly negative comes into mind Jungkook thrusts his hips into you making the feeling feign into pleasure. It's only then you started to think of the things in your life that went well. 

You had a job, you were good at it. You managed to put up with being talked down to every week by your family. You kept going when your brother got married and had children even though your parents made you feel less than him. One of the seven princes of hell wanted to fuck you so much he was currently dry humping you while sucking on your tits.

You couldn’t help but smile. Something that was mimicked by jungkook against your skin he could feel the pride you were feeling, could see it in your mind. You were giving into him just like he needed to you. 

“You really want my cock don’t you ___?”

You nod your head fast while gyrating your hips against his. The pressure starts to build up inside you. He has been humping you for so long your clit is starting to feel raw but it feels so good. It matches the burn in your scalp and the pain in your muscles. You’d done so well for him you deserved this. You earned the cock that was currently pushing against your pussy.

He pulled your body up, arms underneath your thighs holding you up in the air as if you weigh nothing. The idea of him holding you up scares you slightly feeling like he was going to drop you but when you remember who he is. When you realise he’d holding you up as if you weigh nothing you feel liberated. 

“That's my naughty little girl. You do deserve it don't you”

You nod your head as you look into his eyes. This time it feels different, rather than just seeing the purple that has taken over his eyes you also see the purple veins that were glittered around his skin. You couldn’t help but admire the colour that was dancing on his body. You see the longer than normal tongue that licked the corner of his lips and your brain is giving you ideas that you’d be more than happy to play out.

“You know i could stick it deep in your pussy from here right”

He was reading your thoughts again.

“I can do things with my body that you can’t even begin to imagine”

You let out a loud sigh at his words, more turned on than you could explain. You looked at the black shirt on his body and started pulling at it slightly

“You wanna see more of me baby?”

“Please”

You look deep into his eyes now. Adoring every demonly thing you could see in him. 

“Where's your pride baby, remember what I said. Proud girls don’t beg”

He chuckles pushing one hand up, tangling it in your hair once again pulling your face towards his own. You suck in a long loud breath as he pulls against your scalp once again and you feel a new rush of arousal dripping between your legs and a new sense of courage pumping through your veins.

“Show me your body Jungkook”

There's something sexy about telling him what to do. This big bad demon that's holding you in his arms as if you weigh the same as a feather is encouraging you to take charge of what you want. Everything about it ignites a need into your body wanting to find the climax you lost when he stopped pushing himself into you. 

“Touch my chest”

You did as he said and raised one hand against his chest feeling his clothes turn to smoke between your fingers as he was left bare in front of you. You could immediately feel his cock against your folds as the clothes dissipated between you and you could help but rut yourself against him.

Jungkook was reveling in the feeling of you rutting your pussy on his cock. It's the one thing that makes devils, demons, angels and humans similar. The one thing that made each other no better than the other. The need to fuck. There desire for pleasure and right now he was at the high of pleasure. Nothing makes his cock harder than a wet pussy on a foul mouth sinful bitch and that's what you were being for him right now. He growled as you looked his chest up and down. 

“You want this demon cock inside you don’t you”

You couldn’t take your eyes away from him. The details on his chest carved like tattoos but the purple colour makes you think they were more than that. The pictures are all symbolic of pride that you were taught from a young age littering against his skin. He was hard as you continued to touch his body feeling him underneath your fingertips. It's only when you realise he's still staring at you waiting for your answer when you processed what he said. 

“I do, I deserve it. Give me what I deserve Jungkook”

Your brain had been taken over by the feeling he was instilling in you. You feel him maneuver your body around so you were resting on the tip of his cock. It felt huge. To a point where you were surprised and looked down. He stopped you by grabbing you chin at the base of your neck and pulling your face to look towards the statue he had you confessing your pride to earlier.

“You’ve just realised that all this is real and you're here dancing on the tip of my cock. Do you have no shame baby. How would he view you knowing just how far you’d given into me?”

His mouth was hot against your ear. You could feel a burn run up your body once more but this time it was different. This time it was accompanied by a welcomed tingling through your veins. 

"I'd smile as he watched you fuck me Jungkook"

He lowered you down on his cock in a second impaling you on it. Not only was he huge but there were ridges on it you'd never felt before. His cock was different, it felt incredible. As you look towards him, eyes peering down into his and your mouth agape, you could see he was basking in your amazement.

"You've never felt a cock like this before have you baby"

He grabs both your ass checks and starts bouncing you up and down on his cock at an incredible speed. You started screaming immediately, grabbing your fingers into his hair, leaning your body back feeling like you were floating. You couldn’t answer this question because of the immediate pleasure you were feeling. Never in your life had you felt like this. So fucking full and streched. Eyes shut tight as you focus on the feeling of every foregn ridge pleasuring you. You were so wet and full you could barely breathe.

“Its gets bigger you know”

The surprise of his words cut you short as each bounce took your breath away. There's no way you could take anything bigger

“Do you want it baby, does your pussy deserve it”

“Yes i fucking deserve it, give me it Jungkook”

It did get bigger, it got so big inside you, you weren’t sure you could take it.

“You can take it, Pet.”

He lowered you back onto the table and stopped thrusting as fast. He was deep though, knocking the table every time he pushed into you. His teeth were showing as his tongue prodded at the top row while he watched you face contort into pleasure at every thrust.It was easy for him to hide his emotions and pretend this wasn’t incredible, but it wasn’t as easy for you.

“You’re mine now yeah, Pet? My juice. little. fucking. Sin”

Each word in between a harsh thrust. You could hear how wet you were as he fucked you and it only added to the feeling in your veins. The feeling deep in your stomach that alluded to your orgasm so fast approaching. His body loomed back over yours and it felt so good. He made your entire body warm again but this time it was skin upon skin. You could feel the wet from his body, the sweat that had coated his and your own. He was bigger than you and it made you feel perfectly small beneath him. One hand planted on your hip as he moved your legs around his body the other hooking around you head pulling it into his neck as he started to fuck you insanely fast.

You couldn’t breath. The only thing left for you to do was moan and cry around him. You couldn’t ignore the burn from the overly large appendage pistoning in and out of you. Your hands were above you holding onto the edge of the table that was above your head as you tried your hardest not to fall until you felt it break below you, the legs and board completely collapsing.

He didn’t stop fucking you though only laughing as he sat up looking at the water from the goblet that had spilled over you both. 

Holy water.

He pushed his hands against your chest completely wetting them. You could see now the purple that had taken over his hands as he guided the water over your body laughing as he fucked you mercilessly.

He moved his head down, licking up your body, up your neck and for the first time, pushing his tongue into your mouth. It was long and took over dominating you. Something about the holy water on his tongue felt good. Not just pleasurable but sweet. 

“Holy water doesn’t do shit. Couldn’t give a fuck about an old mans blessing over water. Always so fucking tainted by fraud and sin of thoses fucking hypocrits. It actually makes it tase good its so fucking corrupted. You can taste it can’t you, taste how good sin feels now your mine”

You couldn’t answer, as he was talking you approached your orgasm at full speed. His voice could get you close alone but the speed of his hips was becoming inhuman. His excitement was obvious by the speed of his hips. You were screaming and your body was thrashing. The orgasam makes your toes curl and your hands clench.

He felt it too. Pushing so deep inside you it started to hurt

“Forgot how fucking good human pussy felt keep going, keep cumming”

Your eyes were blown wide when your pussy continued contracting around him. Your orgasm felt never ending and your screaming getting louder and louder and wetness started gushing out of you. You’re sure you even started drooling down your own chin as your eyes rolled back. It's only then you felt him filling you up. His cum squirting everywhere inside and outside of you. There was barely any room inside you to keep his cum as it started leaking out of you. His moans were loud and his head fell back and he pushed into you once more. 

You were in pain, the length of your orgasm starting to hurt your body as you finally pulled away from him. It was only then you saw his dick for the first time. No smaller than 13 inches, fully embossed with purple ridges and patterns much like the ones on his chest. It was the reason you felt so good you’d never forget it. When you looked back up to him coming back to life he turned to smoke disappearing in front of you leaving you alone on top of the broken table surrounded by mess, cum and and a heavy feeling in your bones.

How were you going to explain any of this to anybody?

[justagirlinlovewithsevenboys]

A Broken Flower Still Smells Just as Sweet

I don’t own the photos >.<

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: This is my first try at a ff. I hope you enjoy it. WARNING it will have to do with drug addiction and drinking and some other rather hard to read issues. But there will be fluff in the later chapters. And I know it’ s not perfect but I tried lol.

Summary: Y/N, a beautiful yet bad girl, ended up where she never thought she would, in more ways than one. Ends up at two handsome boys hotel room and is faced with a serious question, the answer she gives could change her life.

You let your body move and bounce to the music as your inhabitants slowly left your body. You turn your head and slide your gaze to your best friend and partner in crime Nichole, who was grinding behind you, giving the crowd below you a good show. The Dj behind the large brown table littered with equipment and bottles of empty liquor shouted to the drunk crowd to "turn up" for this was the last song in his set. As the music died down, you turned to Nichole to kiss her, further exciting the whole club. The music cut, and you giggled with Nichole at how easy it was to get almost everyone going with just a simple kiss. As you being to descend the stage you felt a hand slowly snake around your arm, you furrowed your brows as you turned and came face to with the piercing blue eyes that at one point in time made your heart flutter. However, all they did now was leave you with a bitter taste of betrayal. Jerking your arm back, you quickly averted your eyes, trying to ignore the existence of your former boyfriend, James. "Baby, don't be like that," his silky voice whispered into your ear as he presided to wrap his muscular arms around your waist. Rolling your eyes, you chirped back at him. "First, I'm not your baby, Second I need a drink, so I'm going to need you to let go right now." Struggling for a moment to get out of his firm grip, you felt him slowly release his hold on you. Smiling to yourself that you had just evaded a possible fight, James leaned down and whispered, "I'll get it for you... Fireball, okay with you?" Sighing slightly to yourself, nodding your head, knowing it would be easier to indulge him for a minute rather than create a scene in front of everyone. Walking side by side with your obviously fucked up ex to the bar, he leaned over to chat with the bartender quietly. Thinking nothing of it, you turned on your heels to lean your tired body against the wall directly by the bar. You waited for James to deliver your drink; within minutes, he proudly held the drink out for you to take. Quickly grabbing the rather full shot glass from his hand, you downed it within seconds, feeling the warm liquid coat your mouth and burning your throat simultaneously.  Smiling to yourself knowing you'd soon be on your way home in a taxi with Nichole. "so Y/n how did it taste?" James smugly asked as he leaned into you. Clearing your throat, you gently placed your hands on his hard chest, pushing him back slightly.  "It wasn't as bad as other things I've tasted." You scoffed, smirking at him as he furrowed his brows at you. He continued to try and chat you up for a little while longer until he noticed you begin to space out on him. "Hmm, it's working faster than I thought it would," he thought before putting his arm around your waist to stabilize you before asking, "Y/n, can you please let me help you to the dressing room? it seems you've had too much to drink." Starting to feel the room spin around you, you slowly nodded your head before leaning on him to balance yourself. Both of you reached the dressing room in no time at all. It was dark, and all the other Gogo dances were still out having a good time leaving you completely alone with James. Thinking to yourself that something just wasn't adding up as you knew you weren't usually such a lightweight, granted you had indulged yourself before taking the stage earlier as per usual, you still knew that you could handle a lot more than that as this was almost a nightly thing for you since your parents had passed away little over a year ago.  James slowly led you to the old green sofa that the owner had placed in the dressing room for his beloved Gogo girls, before you suddenly felt James push you down onto your back while quickly maneuvering his body on top of your small frame. "No... get off..." you stammered, feeling his weight almost crush you and leaning down, so his face was mere inches away from yours. You could smell the whiskey on his breath as he said something that shook you to your very core... "You took that shot so fast you didn't even notice the G in it... How careless you've become Y/n."  With his words swirling through your mind, you couldn't help but feel as if this was all your fault. Knowing you only had a few more minutes of consumers left, you screamed as loud as your lungs would allow for help, but you knew the music in the club would be too loud for anyone to hear your cries. He traced his hands down your cold sweaty body to your small black shorts that looked more like underwear than shorts, before proceeding to rip them off you in one steady movement. You slowly started to disassociate as your body became limp, almost lifeless. The next thing you heard was his zipper sliding down; you closed your eyes, letting the darkness envelope you. But before you were completely gone, you heard something, a big banging sound, and that's the last thing you heard before you fell into a deep sleep. James swung his head around as he glared at the once locked door now wide open. Two figures were quickly running up to both of you. Before he knew what was happening, he was being thrown off you onto his back in the floor as the shorter of the two grabbed his shoulder and proceeded to give him one good punch to the side of his clenched jaw. "You think it's okay to force yourself on a helpless girl?!" the man barked at James, before turning to his friend and telling him to get you out of here while he takes care of James. The taller of the two nodes back as he swiftly picks your limp body off the sofa and runs out the door pausing only long enough to heed a warning to his friend. "Hey Jungkook, don't kill him, okay." Before he rushes out of the club with you clutched close to his chest. The next thing you knew, sunlight poured onto your face, wincing at the sun's unforgiving light; you slowly opened your eyes. Looking around, you quickly realized the was NOT your small apartment bedroom, nor was it the dark dressing room you had previously been held in. Grabbing your head as it began to pound with flashbacks of your night, you quickly pushed the soft white blanket off. Opening your eyes wide, you also realized you were in someone's boxers. Panic and sorrow almost overwhelmed you, clutching your small heaving chest you tried to focus on calming your rapidly beating heart. Click. you whipped your head around to someone slowly opening the door to the bedroom, peeking around to check on you. Jumping to your feet, you quickly realized springing to your feet so quickly was, in fact, a mistake as you began to stumble. Before you knew it, the unknown person sprinted through the door to try and catch you before you face plant. Closing your eyes tight, you reaching for your throbbing head once again, you felt a large hand on your shoulders as an oddly familiar voice spoke so sweetly it almost made you drop your guard completely. "Hey, careful girly. You had one hell of a time last night. I'm sure your still weak. I'm glad you're awake, but maybe you should sit back down for a moment." He helped you back to the bed, and you opened your weary eyes once more to be greeted by the last face you ever thought you'd see. Your jaw almost dropping to the floor, he chuckled lightly at your reaction before speaking again. "Are you okay? would you like some water?" Unable to think, let alone speak, you slowly nodded your head before watching him smile back and head out the door to fetch you some much-needed water. Unable to believe your own eyes, you assumed James had killed you, and you had gone to heaven, where a beautiful Namjoon was fetching you some water. Pinching yourself, you quickly concluded this was real life, and you were, in fact, still alive. You stat there puzzled for a minute before Namjoon sauntered back in with a cold glass of water. Smiling the sweetest smile you'd possibly ever seen while handing you the water ever so carefully. You managed to give a shy smile in return as you lifted the glass to your lips and began to sip the cold water, leaving you refreshed but still rather confused as to why the Namjoon was smiling down at you.  "So thank you so much for the water, but uhm.. how did I get here. and where is here exactly?" you softly spoke while glancing around the lavish room. "Well, this is Jungkook’s hotel room, and we brought you back here last night.." he spoke slowly so you could fallow as he explained they had been walking past the door to leave before hearing your cry for help. "So, after we got you out of the club, we didn't know what else to do other than bring you back with us," he finished. Shock was written all over your face, and you lowered your head in embarrassment. "Thank you so very much for all your help... I'm sorry I was a bother to you guys, if I could get my shorts I'll be out of your hair." Looking up, waiting for a response, you were almost floored when Namjoon brought his hand up to pat your head softly. "You were not a bother, I mean your not a bother... We are more than happy to help. That guy last night tore your shorts, so Jungkook said you can have those until we can get you something more suitable. If you can wait here awhile longer, the doctor will be back soon to inform us of your condition. And we can proceed from there." Your eyes grew as large as saucers as you repeated, "Do...Doctor....??" "Yes, of course, you were in pretty bad shape; we wanted to make sure you were okay before we sent you on your way." Namjoon chirped at you, quite pleased with himself. Before you could spring to your feet, the door slung wide open as a very angry looking Jungkook stormed in trying to yank Namjoon back out with him. "Hey, hey, hey, slow down, Kook. What's up, why so sour?" Joon teased as Jungkook continued to try to pull him out of the room. Namjoon stood his ground, looking at Jungkook with a questioning look on his bright face. Jungkook’s frown hardened as he glimpsed you out of the corner of his eye. "The doctor called. We need to speak in private. " He spat the words out of his beautiful mouth. Namjoon spoke almost instantly "if it pertains to uuhh... I'm sorry, what is your name?" he turned his head to ask while Jungkook kept a firm grip on his arm. Hanging your head low, you replied, "Y/n..." "Oh, what a beautiful name." he praised before he continued his thought. "As I was saying, if it pertains to Y/n, shouldn't she be included in this conversation." Unbenounced to Namjoon you wanted no part in this little conversation because you already knew what he was about to say.  "Fine have it your way Joon, we will do this right in front of her then. Well, the doctor did find GHB in her system... He also informed me she had high levels of quite a few other drugs in her system from days before. He also informed me that this is a telltale sign of a Junkie." Jungkook glared into your soul as his word junkie made you wince and hurt at the true but unforgiving word. You knew full well how you found yourself in the sin-filled life, you knew that if your mom hadn't died a month after finding out that she had lung cancer, and your father hadn't followed suit and passed away from a heart attack only a year later that this probably wouldn't be your reality right now. That if you hadn't felt as though when they left you, they had taken you along with them to the grave that you'd still be a normal 21-year-old. Silently watching Namjoon’s face distort into an unreadable expression, you began to try and run out of the hotel bedroom. Namjoon grabbed your arm as you tried to fly past him, you quickly looked at him pleading with your eyes for him to release you so you could crawl under a rock. "So Y/n.. is it true, do you regularly consume drugs?" He asked quietly, "Of course she does! The doctor has no reason to lie to us and look at how her hands are shaking. I'm sure she is having withdrawals as we speak!" Jungkook spat looking you up and down as if you were a bug he needed to squash. Focusing your eyes on Namjoon, you slowly shook your head as to say, "yes, it's true" without having to actually speak for fear, your voice might give away the fact tears were minutes away from falling down your soft red cheeks.  "I see, well, Y/n is this the life you want?" Namjoon’s question made you tense every muscle in your small sunken in body. Such a simple question but, no one had ever asked you that before, maybe because everyone you hung out with now did the same things as you, if not worse. Opening your mouth, you managed to stutter "Uh...no.. actually I...I'm tired of this life I've been tired  of this life for a while." Knowing the double meaning of your own words, you let your gaze drift away from Namjoon. "Okay, we can work with that. Y/n... would you like us to help you?" ...

To be continued...….

[sunflowercds]

STRAWBERRY SUNSET | jjk (teaser)

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pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: harry potter marauders au, werewolf jungkook, friends to lovers, fluff, humor, idiots in love

word count: teaser ~500, full length fic estimated to be ~5k

warnings: reader uses she/her pronouns, explicit language, very slight angst, jungkook is basically remus, ravenclaw jimin & yoongi & y/n, slytherin joon & jungkook, hufflepuff jin & hobi, gryffindor taehyung, doesn’t really mention any actual hp characters so requires little to no prior knowledge about hp

summary: it’s the summer before seventh year, your last year at hogwarts. it’s the year for wrapping things up as you begin to make plans for the future… however, you find yourself doing the complete opposite, and your life begins to unravel before your very eyes.

author’s note: hi! this is just a little of what i have so far, which means some things could be subject to change as i complete the writing and editing process! regardless, i hope that you enjoy & await the release of this silly little thing i’ve been working on :)

The summer of strawberry pastries and well loved books had been much too short.

Your parents had sent you to stay in the countryside with your grandparents over the break and made you promise to enjoy the scenery and the food... and no magic, whatsoever. Being a half-blood, your mother had requested that you spend a moment in the muggle world, enjoying the simplicity.

Aside from the lack of your favorite convenience spells, such as accio and ascendio, it truly had been a lovely summer. Your grandparent's estate was expansive and beautiful. And your grandparents made sure you had all the things you could ever think of, including an abundance of strawberry cream cheese pastries—your favorite, of course. Your mother being their only daughter meant that you were their only grandchild, which therefore meant they loved to treat and spoil you.

It was euphoric, honestly, being in such a serene atmosphere. The grounds resembled your most favorite films with the endless fields and big, beautiful trees and scattered wildflowers. The whole scene beckoned for hushed giggles between friends and lovers and freeing dashes across the grounds—the same way milk calls for cookies and pie calls for ice cream.

Though your grandparents threw the occasional summer party with family friends that ran back generations and generations, you did miss your wizarding friends. Your grandparents weren’t subtle by any means in their attempts to introduce you to every young and rich bachelor, hoping one of them would pique your interest.

They would dress you up in gowns and float you around the room to make connections, your grandmother insisted with a wave of her hand. It was of utmost importance for such a young woman like yourself to be doing.

Their efforts were to no avail, however. Your heart was already occupied by seven boys, which you believed to be a perfectly lovely number… and a number of ideologies would second your opinion.

You tried your best to make the most of your time of calamity, knowing your last year at Hogwarts was about to begin, but most of the time you thought about what all of you would be doing if the rest of the group was here together.

The house being historic and rather large, the younger members of the group would surely attempt to find and map out all of the secret passageways. They’d already done so with the enchanted map that could track and locate people at Hogwarts. The three would wreak absolute havoc in both chaotic and somehow endearing ways.

Seokjin and Hoseok would no doubt be charming the hell out of your grandmother. Oh, you couldn’t even imagine if the three were to meet. No doubt she would be whisking you off to cake tastings and dress fittings before you could even breathe a word of protest.

And of course, Namjoon would keep busy in the bountiful library and on the hammock under the large maple tree with a new book each week. You hypothesized that your grandfather would favor him the most. Both had an affinity for learning and could bond over the little curiosities in life.

Next summer, perhaps you could convince your family to let them accompany you.

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