#jungkook short stories

[sccrim]

MASTERL!ST ! — jeon jungkook.

description: jungkook is a lover boy. he loves you so much that it hurts. even though he is on tour or even booked, he makes sure to call or text you. he loves coming home to you. he loves hair massages. he is definitely a food eater. always has to tell you that you’re everything to him. never leaves the house w/o a kiss.

short stories !

coming soon…

fluff !

coming soon…

smut !

coming soon..

ps: pls respect how i vision jungkook during my works for him. you might not think the description is correct but everyone has different opinions! you can picture him however you like. i jus did it for my liking! enjoy.

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[hisbodycorpse]

01. 𓉸 ，本書

02. ♱ ͟. 🩸 ╱

03. 𝐀͟𝐮͟𝐭͟𝐨͟𝐫 ╮ XIX.

04. 8͟9 ─── ⠀ ꕥ ٫

05. ──肉慾. ︽

06.（ ， 血 𝙻͟𝚅͟.

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[jeoncopi]

[1] EAGER DAYS | JJK

are you ready to witness what's like to have a very yearning, domestically soft, vulnerable, silly yet playful and hot military boyfriend?

welcome to military jungkook's episodes!

—this entire series are based during jungkook's current state. as I'll be writing with each irl update. so this series might last until jungkook's finally free (Imao).

IMPORTANT: each episode won't be necessarily correlated to one another but some episodes could have light references to previous actions, feelings or situations.

BE AWARE OF: 18+ CONTENT.

pair: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.1k

what’s in here?: cutely and reassuring banter.

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EPISODE 1. “piercings? OUT!”

It’s early in the morning, you both haven’t eat.

Jungkook wakes up first, just like he has been doing it for a couple of days as he said that everything is for him to be able to accustom and get ready for his future new morning routine.

he’s been already so dedicated, using eunwoo’s gifted military watch too. — he didn’t liked thinking too much about going there but somehow, he had to if he wanted to mentally prepare. mostly when he really, really didn’t wanted to go.

he sighs as he’s brushing his teeth. so sleepy..

“okay, I’ll take them out now.” he murmurs to himself as he open his mouth, slender fingers touching his lips as he removes one of his lip piercings. “okay.. there’s one.” continuing by repeating the same process for the other one. “and.. last one.”

he takes a good look at himself in the mirror. fingers slightly rubbing his bottom lip. ‘the scar doesn’t look too bad’. he pushes the inside of his bottom lip with his tongue, having a better look at the size of the little holes. ‘yep, not too bad.’

stepping out of the bathroom as soon as he heards a sound that looks like it’s coming from the kitchen, ‘babe’. crosses his mind.

all he can see is your back as soon as you ask, “all good?” taking several steps closer to him when your body finally turns to face him and he could already get a whiff of the very tempting leftover pizza from last night that you were already heating. the smell quickly floating all over the place.

“yeah,” he responds without further ado.

your hands travel over his face into a cup as you inspected his face, slightly moving it from side to side. “your skin has gotten better.” you smile. “oh.” pausing, you start caressing your anular finger onto his bottom lip.

“oh.” he mimics your response in agreement. bambi eyes only examinating your every facial expression while yours are just so focused on his lips.

“it’s not that bad..” reassuring him, you mutter more to yourself but jungkook can still heard you very clearly.

“I thought the same.” barely managing to talk since you keep looking and touching his lips.

“I like it though.” leaving a peck on his lips. “you look sort of weird though.” you chuckle.

he does too. a sort of shy smile drawing his lips as he rubs the back of his head with his left arm, feeling a bit embarrassed without one solid reason. “it’s been a while..”

you then mirror him with a warm smile. “it really has been..” you pause. “it sort of looks like a vampire has now bitten your lip though..” you joke. “should I be jealous?” arching one eyebrow in a funny way.

jungkook laugh. “you’re so obsessed with vampires, I’m telling you.” while taking your hands off his face. he places them behind your back as he hugs you. sort of trapping you into his big body. snuggling his face into your neck sniffing you as if he was a dog and it makes you laugh.

“leave me alone!” raising your voice in between laughs. you finally detached your body from his. “you’re crazy.”

he boyishly smiles, crossing both his arms on his chest as he quickly point his chin up when he says, “you smell good.” with the tone of his voice being very playful and sultry..

he continues, this time leaning majority of his weight onto the dinner table with his right hand while his left one anxiously caresses one side of his neck, very slowly. “I’m..” he pauses. “..kinda scared of shaving my entire hair, if I’m being honest.” he confesses. “this is just step one,” referring to his piercings. “but step two..”

you listen as the pizza is finally heated. placing them with both plates on the table. your gaze lingering at him as you both comfortably seat.

“it’s hard” you respond, sympathizing with him.

“It is.” he re-affirms. “but it’s just hair, right?”

“eung. it’s not like you have a choice anyways..”

“wow. you really do help.” he jokes around at your unhelpful answer. he chuckles about it as soon as he sees your worried face. “all good babe.” being light hearted with a soft smile, he continues. “I do know.” answering to you. then he breathes, “I’m thinking of doing it myself.”

you didn’t say a thing for a few seconds. “I wouldn’t be surprised to be honest.”

he chuckles. “I am that predictable?”

“I mean.. sometimes.” you tease.

jungkook rolls his eyes. “ha.” he tsk with a bitter smirk on his lips. it makes you laugh.

“too lazy to book a date for it?” you genuinely ask, referring to the hair salon.

“mm.. not really. I just thought that I won’t ever have this opportunity ever again, you know?” he pauses. “it’s not like I could go bald just any other day.” he chuckles.

agreeing with him, “you’re right.” you respond. “I’ve heard that they shave it for you once you’re there so..” he repeatedly nods his head very cutely, making his whole luscious hair bounce.

you smile. he’s so cute.

“but I’ve also heard that you can continuing shaving your hair as long as you’re there, you know?”

jungkook laughs at your words. “babe, do you really think I’ll do this TWICE?” as his hand dramatically points at his chest when he speaks. making you both laugh.

“I’ll leave my short hair if that’s the case, but I won’t give being bald a second chance..”

“why? you don’t even know if you’ll look bad.” you pause. “maybe it’s refreshing, you’ll never know.” you tease, “maybe you’ll fall in love with your bald head, life can bring many surprises.”

jungkook only sides eyed you while he takes a bite at his pizza slice. “tsk. no.” cheeks full. “I like my hair the way it is, thanks.”

making you laugh. “okay then.” pausing. “given this situation, I’ll trust your skills.” doing a fake half reverence to him with your pizza as you take a bite.

“you should trust me!” cutely demanding, he says with a pout on his lips.

you laugh again. “I said I do!”

[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.

_—_–.

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!

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[crooked-haven]

BTS Reaction | You’re Jungkook’s Girlfriend

➭ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X (F) Reader

➭ Genre: Reaction

➭ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are purely coincidental. Also this is my work so please don’t steal!

➭ By: Crooked-haven

Word Count: 0.5k

“This is Y/N my girlfriend I told you about” Jungkook holds your hand as his band members stare at you in awe. They have never met one of their maknae’s girlfriends before, this one must be serious. You looked at each of them individually and smiled warmly.

Jimin: Excited. I feel like he would be the first one to introduce himself, give you a big hug and even compliment you on either your hair color or your outfit. He would then probably show you embarrassing photos of Jungkook throughout the years and Jungkook would probably get all embarrassed and shy about it.

Taehyung: Quiet but friendly, probably watching you from afar for awhile before actually introducing himself. I view him as super chill and down to earth, so he would more than likely start small talk or introduce you to his Yeontan, maybe even take a few selfies with you and of course Jungkook.

Jhope: Another hugger, but not as much as Jimin. He would probably ask you if you dance or sing and then show you some of his dance moves. He is a ray of sunshine so he probably makes a few jokes that makes you feel more comfortable. I also feel like he would be the one to comment on your beauty.

Namjoon: Simple handshake, maybe even a side hug if you’re lucky. I view him as super mature he would probably ask you semi personal questions but nothing too intrusive, it’s just small talk to get to know you better. You would have to get to know him more to get more of a “reaction” out of him.

Yoongi: Another quiet one, but this time I feel like he would wait until you introduced yourself or until Jungkook introduced him to you. I think he would smile warmly at you and say something along the lines of nice to meet you or maybe he would tease Jungkook about how much he talks about you to get the spotlight off of him.

Jin: I feel like he would introduce himself as world wide handsome and then probably talk about himself or something that catches his interest. Maybe ask you who your bias is, and why it’s not him. Then go about his day, but not in a rude way.

A/N:

This was my first reaction ever so I hope you enjoyed it<3

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Let's go out for ramen! || JJK

Synopsis: You and Jungkook have just started dating. He's a little nervous, because he's never dated anyone before. You decide to ease him out by bringing him on a late night ramen date.

Genre: Fluffy

Warnings: None, it's Jungkookie in this one

Pairing: Jungkook × F!Reader

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You both just.. sat there. No words, no touching, no nothing. It was like that for 30 minutes already. You felt so awkward. Jungkook probably did too. "I'm sorry." He randomly said. You looked up at him. "Why?" You asked, worried. He didn't do anything wrong. The poor thing was just nervous. Nervous to move in with someone. Nervous to date someone. Nervous in general. "I'm not the ideal boyfriend. I'll get better, I'm just.. quite scared." He said. "I've never been in a relationship before. I want to treat you the best, but I'm scared I'll take it too far." He frowned. "Jungkook, it's like that. Sometimes you just need to take a risk, you know what I mean? Maybe we should go out. Are you hungry?" You asked, reaching for his hand. He nodded, and took your hand. "I kinda want ramen.." He started. You smiled at him, and tightened your grip on his hand. "Then let's go out for ramen!" You said. Letting go of his hand so he could get dressed. He looked disappointed that you let go, though. "I'll hold it as we go to the ramen place." You said, reassuring him.

"So, Y/N.. how was your day?" He asked, drawing circles on your hand with his thumb. "It was nice! How was yours?" You asked. "The best." He said, pulling up your hand to his mouth. "Can I?" You blushed and nodded. He kissed your hand for the first time. It was adorable. "My day is amazing because today is the day you became my girlfriend." He said. He was so charming without even knowing it! "Then my day is the best too." You said.

The ramen place was full. There was one table with two seats. Perfect, right? "For two, please." You said to the waiter. After waiting a couple minutes, he walked you to your table and gave you both menus. "What will you get?" You asked him. "Well, what are you getting?" He asked you. "Maybe Shoyu."

When you both placed your orders, you talked. It was so nice. Spending quality time with your significant other is something not everyone can get, so you both treasured the moment. You held each other's hands, and appreciated each other's presence.

When your food arrived, you both enjoyed it. Jungkook told you while you were talking that it's always good to eat well, because eating well is always better than not eating to look well. After a bit of eating, Jungkook accidentally slurped too strong on the noodles, and the hot soup landed on your neck. It didn't hurt that much, but you pretended it did so that Jungkook would have to kiss all the ouchies better. He really is starting to get comfortable with you.

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𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ｇｏ ａｗａｙ 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎...

⎯ 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗋-𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐.

Taehyung once heard that you only know you love someone when there is no reason to love them.

He spent his entire life in Florence – Italy, and never had the opportunity to travel abroad, until last summer, when he went to Scotland through voluntary work, his plans were all about new experiences and he could never imagine that he would meet the love of his life there. Then he knew... when something inside him started to burst into flames, it was his body and soul, all devoted to a person who looked at him and suddenly the world took on new colors.

Jungkook made Taehyung stop thinking properly and breathing controlledly, all Kim had to do was fight the urge to lean forward and touch his lips.

Jeon was the most beautiful melody he had ever heard, he felt the need to make him laugh every day to enjoy his laugh mixed with yours. It was the time of their lives, when Taehyung left they thought they would never meet again, but the most beautiful millennial alignment was in favor of the two, who, united by a red thread, would at some point be together again, and in the hearts of each one of them had this certainty and that was enough for them to want to continue living so that one day they could live together.

And that day arrived. After two years of exchanged letters, their laughter now filled the silence along with the raindrops and the sound of their feet jumping in puddles of water.

Somewhere in southern Italy.

— We kissed until we couldn't breathe.

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Viagra Prank On Best Friend

Synopsis: Enjoying the sunny day, you were having a nice quiet day in the park with Jungkook and the rest of your friends. But your rest was short-lived when one of your friends, Park Jimin, decided to let his little goblin dictate his actions and kept harassing you all day long. With revenge running through your veins, you chose to make him pay. But what happens when your spell falls on someone other than your target?

Viagra: A drug used to treat erectile dysfunction. Viagra relaxes the smooth muscle of the penis to allow increased blood flow and erection.

Warning: Viagra use; mention of alcohol; jk!dom; masturbation; shared pleasure; derogatory nicknames; multiple orgasms; explicit sexual scenes; the rest is up to you 😉.

Word count : 6.3k

n.a : English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. It's been a long time since I wrote this story, but like my other stories, I wasn't happy with it, so I rewrote it completely. I hope you like it. Enjoy your reading, and please don’t forget to vote and comment 😁.

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It was a beautiful day. You had the day off from work, and you and your friends decided to spend it in a park near your home. Usually, you would have been at work, but after replacing a colleague absent the day before, your manager had given you the day off. 

Before going to the park to enjoy the sunshine, you had arranged to meet friends at your apartment. Your apartment, which you share with your childhood best friend, Jeon Jungkook. 

You and Jungkook have known each other since you were three years old and he was four. You met through your parents. When you were the youngest of three boys, your parents decided to move out so each child could have their own room. 

When you had just moved to Mandeok-dong, one of the three districts of Buk-gu in southern Busan, your parents decided to get to know their new neighbors. They invited them over for a barbecue. Immediately, you and young Jungkook became good friends. 

Over the years, Jungkook became your Clyde, and you became his Bonnie. Despite your slight age difference, the other would follow wherever you went or wanted to go. And today was no different. 

That's why you followed him the next year when you heard that Jungkook was going to the capital to continue his studies after graduating from high school. 

You have been sharing an apartment in the Sinchon district for five years. It's an excellent student area near the bars and nightclubs. But the advantage of living in Sinchon is that it is quiet, unlike its neighbor Hongdae. Hongdae is mainly known for its bars and nightclubs and can be very noisy on weekends.

Your apartment is a little small, but it is perfect for you. Two bedrooms of 53.8 sq ft (15 m²), a spacious living room, and an open kitchen. You even have a balcony and a bathroom with a shower and toilet. Well, as far as the bathroom goes, you only have one, but it's easy enough for you and Jungkook to share. 

Usually, your classes are in the afternoon, except for one or two. Jungkook's classes are mainly in the morning. And even if you don't have classes, or you're on vacation, or even on the weekend, it's no problem. Jungkook is a very early bird, and you usually wake up in the late morning or early afternoon. 

Also, most of your friends, let's say the closest ones, you met through Jungkook. He met all six friends through work, university, and even at the many student parties he attended before you arrived. You got along well right away. Some more than others. 

But of all the friends and acquaintances you had made, your favorites were still Jungkook's six best buddies. 

It's fascinating how the seven have such different and complementary personalities. While Jin and Hoseok are energetic and outgoing, Yoongi is more reserved. Namjoon is very intelligent. His mature and intellectual side can make you think he is earnest, but when you get to know him, you realize he is a child trapped in an adult's body. Jimin is a mixture of all of them, with a touch of malice - not in a derogatory way - and sensuality. On the other hand, Taehyung and Jungkook are absolutely the same people in two different bodies. Both have kept their childish souls; they have a touch of immaturity but know how to be mature when necessary.

But it's total chaos when all seven are in the same room. They are all childlike, funny, loud, and very friendly. They were made to meet. No doubt about it. Their friendship is healthy and fun to watch. 

By the way, you have a pleasant time with them in the park. You and Jungkook have made plans with the other six to come and join you at your place before shopping for a picnic in the park, but you also buy some things for the after-party at your house, as usual.

Jungkook is over the moon. It touches him how his friends welcomed you as soon as you arrived. At first, he thought that because of your age difference with them - knowing that you are six years younger than Jin, the oldest - he was afraid that he would only see you as the kid you used to be before they got to know the person you are. Fortunately, this was not the case; on the contrary.

When Jungkook met with the other six, and you weren't with him, he would get scolded for not bringing you. The great girl that you were - and having three brothers older than you, you understood that they needed a boys' night out sometimes. 

But to see you laughing at Jin's awful dad jokes, discussing books with Namjoon. Or joining Jimin's harmless flirtations, exchanging music tastes with Yoongi, getting into Hoseok's madness, and taking care of Taehyung when he let his childish side out, was enough to sweep away his fears. 

Sitting on the floor sipping his lemon ginger kombucha, he looked at you with a big smile while you were busy chasing Jimin. He has stolen your cell phone and has run away with it.

All day long, Jimin teased you. First, he made fun of your top. He said that it look exactly what little girls wear. Then the pizza incident. And now your cell phone. 

You were looking at the latest picture one of your acquaintances posted on Instagram - showing off his chiseled abs - when Jimin stole your phone. As if that wasn't enough, he liked the photo and teased you about your nonexistent crush on him. 

"Koo," Jungkook smiled when he saw you join the group, sulking. He knew very well that you wanted him to help you save your phone from the clutches of the big bad Jimin because of the complaint in your voice. 

Still smiling, Jungkook put down his drink and stood up without saying anything. 

"Oooo" The five boys, who, like Jungkook, hadn't missed anything of your cat-and-mouse game with Jimin, started to laugh. 

"Bye-bye, Park." Hoseok waved goodbye to Jimin, who was catching his breath a few meters away from you, your phone in hand. 

"It was nice meeting you," Taehyung added while the other two laughed. 

Hoseok took out his phone, as usual, to film what happened next. 

Only a little happened. Jungkook has trained for a few years, especially in weight lifting and boxing. Since then, he has gained mass and muscles. The Jungkook you have in front of you today differs from the one you knew and grew up with.

He was a shy boy. He didn't talk to anyone except a few kids, friends of his family. And least of all to girls. Besides his mother, you were the only female person he was with. It's almost as if he hid from them so he wouldn't have to talk to them. 

In your youth - not that you were old - you had received many threats from girls who had a crush on your best friend. 

But in his eighteen years, something had changed. It was as if he had become more aware of his charm, beauty, and power over girls. 

He had always been an athlete. Taekwondo, archery, bowling, running, baseball, and many other sports. But from the moment he turned twenty, he joined the gym, and since then, he's been called "the muscle man" or "Kangouru." Then, two years ago, he started boxing. Since then, no one has dared to mess with him. 

And that's how you took your phone back. Jimin, who saw you calling your protector, was smart enough to bother you, but he quickly stopped when he saw Jungkook breaking the distance between them. 

Jimin may have been fast, but his legs were shorter than Jungkook's. Now let's add long legs to speed, and we'll soon have the result. Jimin knew that he wouldn't be able to compete with Jungkook, so he gave up willingly.

Kneeling on the ground, he calmly raised his hands in the air, in peace. Without wasting any more time, Jungkook snatched the phone out of his hand and turned to give it back to you. But before he did, he slapped Jimin on the back of the head, which made the other group members and you laugh. 

"Here, princess." Jungkook hands your phone back to you as he sits beside you again. 

"Thanks." You lean towards him before kissing his cheek as a sign of gratitude. 

When Jimin joins you, everyone has been teasing him. They laugh at his "weak" submission to Jungkook. 

At the end of the day, as night fell, you all decided to call it a day and finish the evening at your apartment. But first, you made a little detour to the gas station. Of course, Jimin didn't fill the tank before joining you. 

While browsing through the station's convenience store shelves, you made a pretty exciting find. You had found some products for - how shall I put it - having a great with a partner. But what caught your eye the most was finding a box of Viagra. 

Do people really buy this stuff in this place? 

That's when an idea - maybe not the brightest you've ever had - popped into your little head. 

"He deserved it."

By the time they got home, everyone had settled in. As usual, the first thing Jungkook did when he got home was to put on some music. Then you started eating and drinking what you had bought on the way. 

"I'll take care of the drinks." For your birthday, Jungkook got you a drink and cocktail-making machine. It cost him a fortune, but it served you well during parties, especially the ones where Yoongi was present, which was all the time.

When the drink for Jimin was ready, you drew your purchase for tonight. Yes, the little devil sitting on your shoulder won the angel. 

To get back at him for all the frustration and annoyance the devilish little friend caused you, you put a Viagra pill in his drink. 

You decided to grind up a few pills - three of them - to make a powder that would be easier to hide in the drink. 

Only fate wasn't on your side. As you were about to put some of the Viagra powder into the drink for Jimin, you accidentally spilled the whole pile when you heard Jungkook's voice coming from the kitchen.

"Hey, love, are you okay? Do you need some help?" You tried as hard as you could to act like nothing was wrong. 

"No. I'm done." 

""Perfect. Let me help you with these." Jungkook grabs a few drinks before joining your friends in the living room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." This was not good news. 

Jungkook and Jimin had asked you to make them the same drink, and it looked like Jungkook had taken both drinks. You couldn't tell which drink belonged to who. So there were two possibilities. 

The first was that you were lucky, and the glass meant for Jimin was in his hands. 

The second was that the Viagra-christened glass was Jungkook's. And that is terrible news. 

You had to stop Jungkook before it was too late. You will find an excuse in a moment. Right now, you had to stop him. 

Your suspicion of lousy luck was confirmed when you arrived at the living room and saw that the two people you were worried about had finished their drinks. 

"Shit." 

The next sixty minutes were an ordeal. You analyzed every move and action of each of the two men. But nothing, no sign of the effects of Viagra. Neither of them showed any signs of embarrassment, nor did they try to hide their crotches.

Maybe turning Viagra into a powder reduces the effects or doesn't work. Or so you hoped.

"It's getting late, and some of us work tomorrow." Namjoon was the first to get up and leave, then they all went home, leaving you and Jungkook alone. 

While all of your friends were gone and you were in your bedroom after helping Jungkook with the garbage and washing the glasses and plates, you had gotten dirty. 

It's been a few minutes since Jungkook was alone, in the dark, sitting on the couch, staring into the void, hoping to understand what was happening to him.

Just a few hours ago, everything was going so well. But for the last hour or so, Jungkook has felt, how can he put it? He could not move without hiding the huge erection between his legs.

Thinking that a good cold shower and night's sleep would fix everything, Jungkook went to his room, removed his clothes, and turned on the shower. 

Without waiting for the water to heat up, he jumped under the water, the cold doing nothing to ease his rock-hard erection. 

That's when Jungkook's thoughts turned to you.

Your face.

The sound of your voice.

Your eyes. 

Jungkook grabbed his dick and started pumping it. On the one hand, he felt terrible. He never thought he'd be able to have such thoughts about his best friend. And yet, he'd been trying to hide his feelings for you for a few years. 

It all started when you were sixteen years old when you and your parents went on vacation to France. Something had changed in you. You were no longer the little girl he had promised to protect for the rest of his life. You were not yet a full-grown woman, but you were in transition. 

Like a caterpillar in its cocoon, waiting for its time to escape and show the world what a magnificent creature it had become. 

Back then, you were still in the cocoon phase, yet Jungkook had his eyes on you. You didn't leave him indifferent to your charm. It hurt him when you had your first boyfriend at eighteen, but he didn't give himself the right to interfere with your happiness. That bastard showed his true colors and broke your heart two years later. Jungkook didn't hold back from telling him the truth at that time. They even came to hands, and you were scared. Not of Jungkook or the repercussions, but you were afraid for him.

For a while, you blamed yourself. You thought that if your friend lost his temper and became violent towards your ex, it was because of you. Jungkook scolded you and tried to make you understand it wasn't your fault. If your ex got some hits from him, he deserved it. 

Jungkook put a hand against the wall while the water - which had become hot by now - ran over his body. Spraying his head and shoulders before running down the rest of his body. 

In his head, many images pollute his thoughts. As he closed his eyes, letting his hand bring him the relief he desperately sought, the image of you, bent over the bed, appeared in his mind. The sound of your exhalations, grunts, and screams were melodies to his ears. 

He thrust harder into the fist that held his cock, the image of your bare ass bouncing with each thrust. He imagined the warmth of your ass as he spread your cheeks to dive deeper into your hot pussy. He wondered how wet you would be for him. Ready for him. 

The thought made his cock throb. 

He imagined everything he would do to you if he dared to take you and make you pay for what you did to him. 

Jungkook could see himself spanking your ass. Increasing your arousal. He wouldn't stop even after you squeezed around his cock, and he spat his cum into you. He would continue his movements until you greedily milked his cock like the little slut he knew you were in private. 

He would turn your punishment into a power play. Jungkook wanted to possess you. At least in his deepest fantasies, he did. He owned you. He held your pain, your pleasure, your complaints, your screams, your moans, and your pleas. You were at his mercy.

He was transported to the moment when you would have come, surrendering to the pleasure he would have caused. To that moment when you would be his. He could see himself kneeling behind you, spreading your lower lips before feasting on your pussy. Fucking you again with his tongue until you begged him to stop. Which, of course, he wouldn't. And it didn't matter how sensitive you were from your previous orgasms. For once in his life, he was going to be selfish. Put his desires before yours.

Jungkook threw his head back as the drops of water stung his face like needles and breath heavily after emptying his balls on the floor. 

Jungkook collapsed forward, heart pounding, cock still throbbing on his big hand, and when he regained his senses, he opened his eyes.  

He wanted not to come in the shower but to come all over you. Cover your pussy, belly, and breasts with his cum to soak you entirely with his smell. Of him. 

Once out of the shower, Jungkook grabs a towel and rubs the soft cloth over his skin as he makes his way to his room. 

Even though he relieved himself in the bathroom, his erection and desire for you hadn't gone away. He wanted more. Much more. But he knew that what he wanted most was not going to happen. 

And so he found himself on his bed, his fist again wrapped around his length as he tried to relieve himself, with only his thoughts and fantasies of you for support.

It was after two in the morning, and you couldn't sleep. Your little vendetta was getting to you. You shouldn't have done what you did. Sure, it wasn't like you killed anyone, but you still felt bad for the friend who fell on the glass with the Viagra. 

The effect of a typical pill was four or even five consecutive hours, but since you had broken more than one pill, you did not know if this would increase the effective rate. Courage for the one who fell on the Viagra glass.

Still unable to sleep, you tossed and turned in your bed until your stomach began to rumble. What better way to swallow your guilt than a little midnight snack. There were a few things left over that you had bought on the way over, so you decided to make something good to satisfy your hunger. 

The apartment was plunged into darkness; only the lights of the street lamps and the moonbeams provided light. Your footsteps broke the silence that had taken over your living space until your stomach decided to make its presence known. 

Your stomach was acting up, growling louder and louder as your hunger grew with every step you took toward the kitchen. But one thing caught your ears on the way. 

As you passed the door to Jungkook's room not far from yours, you heard noises - or, more like grunts. To be sure, you put your ear to the door and waited for your suspicion to be confirmed. 

When you were little and Jungkook used to come to your house for sleepovers, you'd sometimes wake up in the middle of the night because of your best friend's whining. He used to have heavy nightmares. With all the horror and gore movies he watched - and continues to watch - it didn't work in his favor. 

Another grunt is heard, and you don't even knock on the door before entering his room. 

What a big mistake you have made.

They say you shouldn't wake a person up during a nightmare because it can increase their state of fear and confusion. That's why since you were a little girl, you were the one who took care of Jungkook after his nightmare. Hugs, caresses, and comforting words always worked. Even after his twenty-five years, it still worked.

Only you didn't expect to see what was happening in front of you. 

Your childhood best friend was lying on his bed, the covers and his clothes on the floor, while his hand was firmly around his cock, masturbating.

As your eyes locked, you were paralyzed by shock. Never would you have considered seeing your longtime best friend naked and pumping himself. 

"Sorry." You say it with a stammer, shock, and embarrassment. Then you come out as quickly as you came in.

What the hell just happened? With your hand on your chest, just above your racing heart, your back against the door, you try to catch your breath and force yourself not to think about what you saw. 

"It's him." The light bulb appeared above your head. This was it; you had found your victim. Unfortunately, your move was botched. Seeing Jungkook in his state, you finally understood that, unfortunately, it was not Jimin who fell on the glass with the Viagra but Jungkook. 

"Fuck. What should I do now?" You couldn't just leave him to his fate. After all, you were the one who got him into this mess. The least you could do was to tell him the truth. 

He deserved to know. 

You decide to return to his room, but you remember to knock on the door this time.

"Kook?" You couldn't hear anything. Jungkook didn't make a sound, but you knew he wasn't sleeping, not on such short notice. 

You opened the door to let Jungkook know you were there. 

"Yeah, come on in." Unable to look him in the eye, you looked at the wall behind him. This time you hadn't met a naked Jungkook. The blanket that had been on the floor a few minutes before was now on the bed, covering his nakedness. 

Only the part below his pelvis was covered; the rest was not. His hair was soaked, his face and torso shining. His chest rose and fell hard due to his irregular breathing. 

Jungkook didn't know what was happening to him. It started sometime before their friends left. This was the third time he tried to jerk off when you showed up unexpectedly. 

"Koo, I have something to tell you." Despite the shame, you approached before sitting on the edge of the bed next to Jungkook. 

"I'm listening." His voice was hoarse, and he looked pretty bad from exhaustion. 

You still admired your friend; despite the fatigue and frustration, he remained calm and was willing to listen to you without complaining. 

"I may have messed up."  

Jungkook was in alarm mode. What could you have done? 

"You see, all day long, Jimin has been pestering me. He really got on my nerves. I usually manage to control myself and sometimes even join in with his flirtatious games, but today it seems like this was the last straw". 

You could see the incomprehension in his eyes, but he didn't say anything; he continued to listen to you and tried to understand as much as possible.

"It could be that out of sheer frustration and a great desire to get even, I decided to take my revenge on Jimin." Jungkook raises an eyebrow and encourages you to continue. He wasn't stupid. Now that he knew you had something to do with his current state, he had a little idea of what you did. All he needed was to hear you say it, loud and clear, to dispel his suspicions.

"Revenge, how?" He was waiting for you to get to the bottom of your thoughts. To tell him once and for all what you had done. 

Swallowing your saliva with great difficulty, you thought of the most conformist way to reveal your stupidity to him without him taking it badly. 

"When we were at the convenience store at the gas station, I came across some," you said. You paused for a moment before continuing.

"Viagra." Your gaze leaves his as he lets out a plaintive hiss and tilts his head back. The guilt gnawing at you increased. 

"You did what?" An accusatory tone accompanied his words, and you made yourself small. Seeing your best friend in that state, you thought you should have supposed twice before carrying out your little vendetta. Or pay more attention when Jungkook comes into the kitchen to help you with the glasses.

You should have stopped him when you had the chance. Unfortunately, the damage was done; you couldn't fix your mistake. You had no choice but to live with the consequences of your actions and hope you had learned your lesson. You would be more careful the next time you decide to take revenge on Jimin - or anyone else. 

Looking back into his eyes, you could see something dark and malicious taking over.

"Look, Koo, I'm sorry." You jump out of bed as Jungkook pokes the inside of her cheek with the tip of his tongue. 

When you're slowly backing away from the bed to the door, Jungkook jumps out of bed. 

"Sorry." You shake your head before trying to run away. 

You made it to the door even though you knew you wouldn't make it. Jungkook was much faster than you. He was taller. At six feet tall, his legs were longer than yours. Three steps for you was one step for him.

On top of that, he was stronger. So when the door closed after you managed to open it, you weren't surprised. 

With your back pressed against the wooden door platform and Jungkook's leg between yours, towering over you with his height, you knew you were in trouble. 

You weren't afraid. You knew for sure that Jungkook would never hurt you. But you also knew that Jungkook was not himself. He was under the influence of Viagra - and not just one. His primal side was telling him what to do. He wanted to fuck you until you forgot who you were. 

You had to admit that you were still excited despite fearing what would happen in the next few moments. You wanted to do what Jungkook had planned for you. You wanted to indulge all his desires and darkest fantasies.  

To hell with the consequences of your actions. For now, you wanted to belong to him completely. For a brief moment, you forget that the man before you was your best friend since childhood. You saw him only as the man he was.

Jungkook held you tightly against the door. Looking at you, your breath came out in sharp gasps as your bare chest against the thin fabric of your shirt, your nightgown against his. You tried to take in the air as Jungkook pressed it out of you. 

You felt this strong attraction, as strange as it was for him. This sexual attraction was not only physical; it was spiritual as well as physical. This feeling - good or bad - is what comes between two strangers. And you weren't strangers. It's just that feeling... no, you were confused.

You stayed like that, your eyes locked, and you felt his cock against your belly, hard and thick and ready for you. 

"That wasn't right, what you did, baby." He whispered.

The next moment he wrapped his hand around your wrists and pinned your arms above your head. He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. 

"I think it's time you were punished for your actions." 

His eyes swept over your face before settling on your mouth. 

"Be sure of one thing, YN. I'm going to fuck you." He had no restraint left. Excitement overtakes reason. "And believe me when I tell you I don't plan to stop. Not even if you beg me to." 

You swallowed, feeling your nipples harden against the soft fabric of your long shirt. You hated yourself for this. You hated your body for it. Responding to the sound of his voice like the good, obedient little slut you were. 

Jungkook tilted his face up to where your pulse beat against the sensitive skin of your neck. When his tongue slid over the treacherous vein in your neck, you had lost whatever reason you had left. He knew you were horny. He also knew that despite the facade you were trying so hard to project, you were horny.

Tilting his head toward you, he kissed you. He kissed your lower lip, moaning as he sucked on it. Feeling his warm, naked body against yours, you did nothing but accept what he was giving you. And you let it happen without flinching.

When you tilt your head back, he follows your movement and kisses you full on the lips, taking advantage of your weakness to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

Switching positions, he leads you to his bed without breaking the kiss. As soon as the back of your knees touches the end of the bed, Jungkook pushes you down onto the mattress so that you sit on the edge before his big hand rests on your chest. Unlike his words, his gestures were soft. Somewhere beneath that dominant layer, you found the gentle and caring Jungkook for a moment. 

Your back gently touched his mattress. His head was level with your crotch before he slowly moved up your body, leaving kisses on your skin, starting from your stomach to your neck. 

Leaning on his hands to keep his weight from crushing you, Jungkook leaned closer to you, so close that his lips brushed against you, making you shiver. 

"I feel you, YN," he whispers. "I can feel your sex. And I bet you'd get wet if I put a hand between your legs."

You didn't even dare to move or breathe, obsessed with Jungkook. He looked at you, challenging you, and when he saw that you were still silent, he backed away victorious. 

On the other hand, the look in your eyes showed him you were disappointed that he had put a distance between you. You wanted to taste him; you wanted him. 

"Don't be disappointed, baby." He laughed. "I'm not done with you." 

He grabbed your ankle with one hand and pulled you closer to the edge of his bed, catching you off guard. And you couldn't hide the small gasp of surprise that escaped the barrier of your lips. With the other hand, he took his length, and your eyes locked for the thousandth time of the evening. He began to pump himself. You tried as hard as possible to keep your eyes on his face. His angelic face with burning eyes and lips were swollen from your service. 

"Spread your legs." His voice was so deep that it held such power and influence over you that you couldn't control yourself and did as he commanded. 

It was only a matter of seconds before your panties fell to the floor in shreds, and he dove headfirst for your pussy. The soft wetness of his tongue on your sex, licking you, tasting you as his hand snaked to your clit. He began to play with your hardened clit.

Jungkook didn't have any doubts anymore; he didn't leave you indifferent. 

You grabbed the blanket with all your strength as Jungkook ate you without mercy. His tongue worked skillfully, and the pleasure became unbearable as you struggled against him, not wanting to give in immediately. He understood what you did. 

 You had quickly lost the battle when Jungkook slid his tongue inside you, his fingers rubbing even more fervently on your clit, leaving you no choice but to come. He was relentless. 

You arched your back as your hand got lost in the dark strands of his hair, pressing him even harder against you. Without being able to do anything else, you tightened your leg around his head, and reluctantly, Jungkook had to stop torturing your clit to spread your legs and immobilize you. 

As Jungkook continued to suck hard on your clit, your eyes were tightly closed, and you bit your lips to stifle a scream of pleasure. He licked your pussy, starting from your slit to the hard core of your clit. He took his time, tasting every inch of you, teasing you at every opportunity.

All of this continued until you could no longer fight the pleasure that was selfishly building up inside you again. Your back rose from the mattress as your hand gripped Jungkook's hair harder, making him grunt and increasing your pleasure.  

When your pleasure subsided, Jungkook stood up.

"I think I just found my favorite meal." With the back of his hand, he wipes the traces of his crime from you.

Your eyes turn to the hand that held his cock, pumping with a firm grip, making you lick your lips, eager to taste it in turn.  

"Suck me, YN." Damn, you've been waiting for this.

Rising from the bed, you approach the edge before dropping to your knees in front of him, your mouth wide open, ready to swallow him. His salty taste, the soft skin around his heavy, hard cock enters your mouth, and automatically, your warm wet lips wrap around his length. 

Jungkook fucks your mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into your throat, and you take him greedily. His movements take your breath away, but you don't say anything; who needs air to live anyway? 

His cock became incredibly thick in your mouth as your tongue caressed his girth. His hand in your hair tugged at a few strands, and the pain of his gesture went straight to your pussy, which throbbed and clenched around the emptiness. 

You started to play with your clit, but when Jungkook realized what you were doing, he tugged at your strands again. 

"Stop what you're doing." But you couldn't; you had no control over your body anymore. And with Jungkook pulling your hair, it was even worse; your need to come again only grew.

Knowing full well that he would force you to stop, you rubbed your clit faster and faster, bringing out your moans and making his cock twitch. 

"Fuck, YN. Stop." His head tilted back, trying to keep his eyes open as he tried to regain control of the situation. 

The throbbing of his cock in your mouth gave him away. You knew it wouldn't be long before he spilled his cum, and you were ready to swallow every last drop. 

Jungkook pushed you, and he stopped when your head rested on the edge of the bed. You could feel the first streams of cum running over your tongue and traveling to the back of your throat. 

Then finally, he pulled out, taking his cock in his grip, his grip tight around his cock as streams of cum covered your neck and ran down the valleys of your breasts. He had fulfilled one of his fantasies and claimed you as his own. Claiming you. Owning you. 

Not happy that you still had a last barrier of fabric hiding your beautiful body from his view, he reached over and tore off your nightgown with a grunt. 

"I like that better." Stepping back again, he didn't mind looking at you hungrily. First, your face, then your eyes. 

Following the path of his cum on your body, he looked at your breasts, your stomach, and your sex.

He couldn't hold back anymore. He had waited long enough for you. Now that you were in his grip, he would never let go. 

Jungkook grabbed your forearm and lifted you up before pushing you back onto the bed and getting on top of you again. At first, he just looked at you before touching your inner thigh and gently stroking your sex with his fingertips.

His fingers settled on both sides of your pussy before he opened your lips. The way he took a breath, you thought he would say something, but he didn't. Jungkook looked at you as if he wanted you to understand that he had the power. That you finally belonged to him. That you belonged to him and no one else.

Grabbing his cock, Jungkook positioned himself between your spread legs. And as he looked down at you, the tip of his cock, swollen and reddened with excitement, stroked your lower lips. Your entrance was wet and warm, making it easier for Jungkook to enter you. 

With a sharp thrust, he pushed his length into you, eliciting a cry of surprise and pleasure from you. You clung to him as if your life depended on it. Closing his eyes, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you hungrily, moving inside you. 

"So fucking tight, baby." You tilt your hips, undulating in time to his movements, wrapping your legs around him, trapping him, keeping him close to you forever. 

Jungkook loved the glint in your eyes. The dark eyes, the dilated pupils. On top of that, you were biting your lips as your pussy tightened around him even more.

"Harder, Koo." Your nails dug into the skin of his back, drawing a groan from him. 

"Like this?" The intensity of his thrusts increased, but it wasn't enough. You needed more. 

"More. Please, harder and faster." Complying, Jungkook gave everything he had to meet your demands. 

Sometime later, his cock throbbed and emptied inside you as you clung to him, surrendering to the pleasure. Jungkook fell heavily on you, holding you against him as you breathed deeply. 

When the cloud in his mind had dissipated, Jungkook rolled onto the mattress and lay on his back as he grabbed you and pulled you closer to his body. Neither of you spoke.  

His dick was still thick and hard between you. Ready for another round. If Jungkook ever asked you to fuck again, you wouldn't say no. 

He buries his head in your neck, and the kiss he leaves is nothing like the previous ones. Slow, soft, and gentle. 

"How about a second round, baby?" 

But that wasn't enough for you. In fact, you'd lost count of how many times you'd have to do it before you were satisfied with each other.

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Black Dress (Jungkook Short Story)

A/N: Slightly suggestive content. This is FANTASY. Everyone likes different things/has different standards in their relationship; if this is something you don't like, that's okay! I appreciate the read anyway and hope you have a great scroll <3

"Dammit, I'm gonna be late!" You frantically comb your lashes upwards, careful enough to get too many black speckles on your freshly shadowed eyelids. "Babe, I think B/f/n is calling you!" Jungkook calls out from the bedroom. "Can you answer it and tell her I'll only be five more minutes?" You respond, knowing good and well you need at least another fifteen. When he doesn't say anything, you go back to what you were doing, adding the finishing touches to your face. "There," You say triumphantly, taking a few steps backward to admire your reflection in the mirror. Your makeup is flawless, lashes almost touching your brows from the million coats of mascara, hair perfectly set, and your little black dress is sticking to every curve of your body like a hungry lover. "She said you need to hurry or else she's gonna-" He comes in speaking, though he immediately stop midway when he sees you. "Babe," He says, his mouth a tight line. You already know what he's gonna say, but you play dumb, "Yes, my love?" You don't turn to him, instead you look at him through the reflection in the mirror. "Yes, my love?" He mimics you, "Please go change." "Why? I think I look really nice," You smooth out the front of your dress. "Yes you do, but you're also showing like, everything," He says, walking over so that he's right next to you. "Look at this," He grabs your waist and spins you half way so that your side is to the mirror, "all of this is too accentuated- and this!" He bends down slightly to touch the hem, "It's right under the cheeks! That's it. I'm coming with you." "Baby," You laugh, finding it quite cute how much he's whining, "I'm just going with the girls. Trust me, I won't even entertain a conversation with a guy." "My love, I don't like this..." "How about this," You turn back to face him and grab his belt loop to bring him closer, "I go out tonight wearing this," you look up at him, lashes acting as a delicate curtain; it drives him crazy when you look at him like that, "And when I get home- you can help me take it off."

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His eyes bulged out his head. The black fire around me dimmed as the fight around us simmered away. My surroundings were like a Smokey shadow only allowing me to see what was ahead. My hand suddenly turned to steel around my sword. I couldn't move it even as I watched a predator being born. A predator I’d taken out plenty during this fight. But this one- was different. I watched as Archer raised to his feet, blood smeared against his cheek as a long snake slithered from his mouth and licked the blood left on his skin before going back down his throat. He wasn’t fully gone yet but I could see the green fae eye color dripping down his cheeks in an iron fall, allowing for a new shade to overtake. I didn’t have time to watch it before Archer was lunging forward. 

“Don’t.”

I muttered, taking a clean step to the side before Archer could even get a hand on me, my foot was in his back shoving him to the ground and backing away. 

“I can’t help it and you know it.” 

Archer's voice wasn’t the same. He had that scratchy drawl of what he was becoming. 

“You can and you will.”

 My words were demanding. He knew better than to tell me something he couldn't do. I still hadn’t moved my sword.  Archer noticed because he couldn’t take his eyes off it. 

“You know what you have to do.”

Archer lunged again, a screech leaving his lips as he went on his hands and knees for my sword. He knew what he was doing. Even as he transitioned he still had a bit of his mind and he was urging me. Urging his enforcer. I snatched my sword into the air, letting it fly high as I was suddenly now behind Archer, my foot stabbing his body down into the ground beneath him before catching my sword from the air. 

“Do it! In my back!” 

“No.” 

“I don’t want to be this.”

Another screech left Archer’s lips, that blood curdling screech only they had. My hand shook on the grip of the sword. I'd never hesitated this much in my life. Archer began to rattle even more beneath my foot. It’s as if I could feel his blood shifting under my boot. 

“Do it sir! I’m begging you.” 

It no longer sounded like Archer. All I could do was stare down at his back as the inevitable was happening. I willed my hesitation away as soon as  Archer dared to beg. My warriors did not beg. I could see the veins in the back of his neck turning red and curling into his skin to stay permanently. I didn’t let them get to his head before I spoke. 

“Never beg for death.” 

Then I shoved my sword into my warrior's back. 

I snatched my sword free and stared down at Archer's half transitioned body. In all my years I willed tears to never fall when I had to take out a soldier. But Archer was more than a soldier to me, he was my best friend. That was my excuse for why a tear dripped down my cheek, silver iron landing to the ground. 

I snatched my sword around, easily finding the predator creeping up on me. I yanked my sword free from the middle of his head, watching as the crane fell to the ground, the person and the creature he once was now long gone. Just like Archer. I leaned down to his body, easily hoisting him up over my iron clad shoulder. I let my fire elope me. The both of us turned into a black flame. I could see my warriors clearing the cranes, freeing the lands from their invasion. I was done with this fight so I unleashed my power even as my own skin boiled, I wouldn’t spare a crane on my lands any longer. I let my fire take each predator's life, let my fire search and feel for their green veiny red hearts. I didn't stop until each one was burned to the crisp. 

My teeth clenched together, my fire swarming back in through the cracks of my mouth, burns littered my body as my fire was finally back inside me. I didn't fall once, I let Archer's body carry me and my soldiers back to camp.

“We're done here!”

I called out, my heavy steps crunching down on dead crane skulls as I walked and my warriors followed. 

At our arrival back at camp medics were prepared, each helping a soldier in need as they were assigned to do. Along with helping their enforcer. But I walked through them, letting their healing hands brush away from my skin as I walked with a dead archer on my arm. 

I kept walking and walking until all I could hear was my own breath. I stopped in front of the graveyard’s gates, where all my men were buried when we were able to retrieve them. I picked a shovel off the stone wall and dropped Archer to the dirt. Beside him I started to dig, forcing the shovel into the dirt and tossing a large load over my shoulder. As I kept digging I could feel my heart. The fire around it had settled, resetting beneath it as my heart clenched, feeling even emptier than before. The organ inside me squeezed, milking emotions out of me that I kept trying to force down. I pushed the shovel into the dirt harder, tossed it quicker, did it all over again, over and over again as my heart continued to squeeze tighter and tighter until i couldnt breath, until I fell to my knees in the ground and let silver iron fall from my eyes. 

I had lost my internal battle. I felt like I was being ripped apart. My lips opened in  a deathly scream as my fingers sank into the dirt and squeezed. My shoulders quaked as silver painted the ground, each droplet coming from my own eyes. I didn't know how long I was down before it all ceased to exist anymore. I didn't know how long it was before the fire beneath my heart rose once again, encasing the organ like a wall. I stood to my feet, standing over the hole that was dug and Archer's body. I pushed his body down to the hole, watching as one more tear slipped from my face and landed on his cheek, right next to the green iron tear that had never gone away. 

On my arrival back at camp, I was met with the sight of shackles., a long rope of them leading to  the prisons nearby. I followed them, knowing I had not captured anyone but my warriors could have. My speculations were proven right as I walked into the prisons, watching as they led a girl behind the rusted bars. 

“Enforcer Steel.”

Silas, the head of the prisons said.

“Who is that Silas?”

“Well we don't know but- we want to show you why we captured her.”

His words confused me, but still I followed on down the line of cells until we stopped at hers. When I saw her I first noticed her white hair. Then I realized all the hair on her was white, even the small lashes above her eyes. Her eyes were silver like mine, a rare Fae eye color I'd only seen on my sister and myself. Who was this girl?

“Show him.”

Silas called to the girl whose eyes shook back and forth between Silas and myself. Whatever he was asking her to do, I didn't think she had any plans on doing it. That was until I saw her fingers twitch at her sides before a spark of white fire dripped down her finger tips. 

“Open the cell.”

“But sir-”

“I said open the damn cell.”

Within seconds the cell doors slid open. When they were fully out the way me and her were finally standing face to face. At my sides i conjured up my own magic, black fire similar to hers. She looked down at it, her eyes showing shock, similar to what i felt when i saw her magic.

“What is your name?”

I questioned. Her eyes were still on my hand and then came up to my face. 

“I don’t know.”

Suddenly she was touching me. Our hands became a wave of black and white fire mixed together. Her fire didn't hurt me- no it was healing me. I could feel the burns on my body healing easily and as I stared at her, her skin became cleaner as if I was healing her too. 

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03 . 0

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Fading Memories - Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook (non-idol) x female OC

Genre: angst, hurt

Warnings: illness, mental health

Word count: 730

Another shift ended. When Jungkook checked his phone, the clock read 2:13am. With a sigh, he left the building, tired and weary, after changing out of the ugly dark blue uniform he had to wear every night. Outside, he was greeted by the cool night breeze. The bright light of the big "GS Self" logo blinded him for a few seconds. Slowly, he made his way to the bus stop. The streets were empty. Who in their right mind would be awake at this hour, thought Jungkook. Since the bus had a few more minutes, he sat on the bench. He shivered slightly, even though it was mid-May. The temperature of the night was not the only reason for his shivering. He felt uncomfortable here. Every minute he had to spend here brought back unwanted memories. He didn't know what they would have done to him or where he would have ended up if the bus hadn't arrived on time back then. He was pulled out of his deep thoughts by the engine of the bus. He entered the bus with heavy steps. His seat was free, as it was every night.

During the ride, he began to think again. Why was he doing this? Why was he working himself to exhaustion every night while others in their twenties were enjoying their lives and having fun? What was his purpose in life? He asked himself these questions every night. The bus passed a park. The depressing thoughts were quickly replaced by happy memories. Then remembered. He had to stay strong for her now. She stayed at home again today. Her symptoms were getting worse. He couldn't imagine the pain she was going through. He could barely afford the necessary medication, but he had to. He had to keep going for her. The female voice of the bus announced that he had reached his destination, "Guryon Village".

He got off and looked around. He was so tired that he felt it all over his body. His studio apartment was located in a less populated and poor neighborhood. He was glad that the landlady, a nice old lady, was not too strict. This was now the third time Jungkook couldn't pay the rent on time. Mrs. Chen told him he had another week and Jungkook was grateful for that. He walked slowly in the direction of his apartment building. On the way there, he saw the small 24/7 store. He decided to buy some food because he couldn't remember his last proper meal. He pushed the door open and entered the store. The cashier, who was on his phone behind the cash register, was alerted by the ringing of the doorbell. He chose the cheapest sandwich. At the checkout, he saw red roses. They were her favorite flowers. He took them too. After paying for his food and the roses, he left the store and walked home.

With his feet aching, Jungkook climbed the stairs of the apartment building. He unlocked the door and entered her apartment. It was quiet and dark. He put his bag on the floor and moved to the kitchen. He put water in a pot to boil. In the dark, he ate the sandwich he had bought earlier. His gaze fell on the photo hanging on the refrigerator. He thought about how happy he looked in the photo. But he wasn't anymore. She looked stunning as always. She's such a pretty girl with an amazing personality. He loves her so much. Suddenly, he became angry again. Why couldn't the doctors just help him? Why does he have to carry so much responsibility now? The boiling of the water distracted him from his thoughts. It was no use being angry, he thought to himself. He made himself a cup of tea and went out to the balcony. The sun was beginning to rise. He took a cigarette and lit it. As the smoke enveloped his lungs, he felt two tender arms snuggle up to him. "Go back to bed," he said to her. No answer. "Have you taken your medication?" he tried again. Once again, he received no answer. Slowly, the arms that once embraced him disappeared. "She's probably gone back to sleep," he muttered to himself. He threw away the cigarette and went into the bedroom they shared. But as he entered the room, he saw that the bed was empty and made, just as he had left it in the morning.

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Fatally Hot (YoonKook)

🐰 Pairing: Jungkook x Yoongi 🐱 Genre: fluff 🐰 Rating: T 🐱 Summary: Jungkook can’t contain his affection and admiration as he watches Yoongi perform Seesaw. He can’t wait for him to come backstage so he can tell him how hot he is. Yoongi’s response is disappointing, but a few days later Jungkook brings it up again. This time he won’t back off until Yoongi acknowledges that Jungkook’s compliment is sincere.

"Fatally Hot" on AO3