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[jksian]

Yes or no? // JJk (m)

You were there for him when he was heartbroken. You mend his broken heart, stood by his side, comforted him emotionally as well as physically. You did everything a friend should do and shouldn't do, which included warming up his bed.

Pairing: best friend!Jungkook x inexperienced!reader

Genre: uni au, FWB, angst, smut, fluff, crack.

Warnings: implied smut and actual smut

Note: This story is loosely inspired by 'Yes or no' song!

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Chapters:

00 - intro

01 - mission: get a guy

02 - you up?

"Shut up and ride me, yeah?"

I do not allow reposting, copying, or translating my work— ©jksian

[mxckiemxn]

Random Best Friend Texts pt.3 🖤

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Warnings: swearing

[jeondesu]

if you are still taking requests maybe a dad jungkook texting his wife and they’re having like a problem or a disagreement with their child in the middle (if that makes any sense) or you could just do literal fluff for the family!!! your choice! i’m a sucker for angst with a happy ending LOL

— hiii, so i had like 2 other reqs asking for dad!jk and i decided to go the fluffy route w/ this since i’m kinda in the mood for that rn, hope that’s okayyy >.< i went a little overboard bc i have way too many thoughts on jk as a dad and he’s just so sfdsfdsxghs ok i’ll shut up now fr

dad!jungkook x f!reader ★ ( texts 💬 )

[lololololchips]

Jeon Jungkook || in which being mysterious doesn’t work…

synopsis: in which being mysterious doesn’t work until niki takes action into his hands and helps his friend

genre: one-shot smau, fluff, non!idol, angst (?)

warnings: cursing, jokes abt punches, mentions of smoking, not proofread sorryyyy

ps: decided to post this since jungkook just came out with his album “Golden” go listen!

ALSO WE LOVE HEESEUNG IN THIS HOUSE OKAY GUYS ITS JUST FOR THE SMAU!!!!!

[my-taelicious-kookie]

(ch. 5) NORMALITY | jjk high school AU

Preview: her cheeks red, his flags redder.

"Yeah, no, I really need to catch one of your dance comps one day," Jungkook said casually, leaning against the wall with that relaxed grin Maria had come to know all too well.

She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. "You didn't even come to my first high school performance..."

Jungkook shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know, I know. It's just—"

"If you couldn't make it to that, which was practically on your doorstep, why should I believe you'd travel an hour or two for a comp?" Maria raised an eyebrow, cutting him off.

Jungkook's gaze softened, almost serious for once. "Look, you know I would've watched if I could, right? I had something to take care of—"

"Someone to take care of," Maria quipped, unable to hide the tiny smirk creeping up her face. She'd seen him around school with some girl after that unpleasant encounter with Angela, and Jungkook's expression told her she'd hit a nerve.

The two of them stood at the entrance of the classroom, their words mingling with the low hum of other students passing by. The usual morning sounds. But this conversation felt different.

Weirdly enough, instead of looking annoyed, Jungkook chuckled, a low, quiet laugh that made her stomach do a weird flip.

"What's so funny?" she demanded, narrowing her eyes, suddenly self-conscious.

"Oh, nothing," he replied with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Bruh, I don't get it. You're pissing me off," Maria huffed, turning away, ready to leave him in the hallway and go inside. She took a step forward, but before she could make it through the doorway, Jungkook reached out, stopping her.

With unexpected gentleness, he pressed her against the door with his right hand then cupping her cheek with the left, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. She froze, her heart pounding.

"Don't worry, princess. You'll get your turn." He chuckled as he released her, opening the door and darting into the classroom ahead of her to greet his mates, leaving her in the hall, speechless.

Princess? My turn? Her mind raced, replaying his words, her cheek tingling where he'd touched it. What is he on about? Is this the kind of guy Jungkook really is? If it was, she was in trouble... deep trouble.

And with that, her cheeks turned red... so did the flags waving around him.

———

Was she too forward? Too needy? She wondered if she should've brushed it off, acted cool, pretended not to care whether he'd shown up for her performance or not. But that wasn't her style—she was direct, a total "yapper" as her friends liked to say. She'd always been the type to speak her mind, no filters. Yet today, for the first time in a while, she felt uncharacteristically... quiet.

Maria couldn't stop replaying the scene from this morning, every moment echoing in her mind. What was up with Jungkook? He'd always been playful, sure, but this... was different. He'd actually been a little, well... flirty. Or whatever the right word was. Now, in the middle of maths class, she found herself alone at her desk, without her usual seat mate, staring blankly at her textbook, her thoughts chanting his name in an endless loop.

Jungkook...

Jungkook...

Jungkook...

"Maria, I'll ask again—what's the answer?" Mrs. Widya's voice cut through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality.

Maria blinked, glancing up at the board, completely lost. "I'm sorry, I don't know, Mrs. Widya."

Mrs. Widya raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "No, you're a smart girl; you would've known the answer if you paid attention—"

"My grandma's sick," Maria blurted out. It was true, technically—her grandma had caught a cold from one of the cooks at her restaurant, so did all the other customers probably. But that wasn't the reason she'd blanked out.

Mrs. Widya's expression softened slightly but remained firm. "Alright, well, you can worry about that later. This is important information you should be focusing on."

"Give her a break. Where's the empathy?" came a voice from the back. Everyone turned to see Jungkook, arms folded, his body slouched as if he'd been in the middle of joking with his friends a second before.

Mrs. Widya narrowed her eyes at him. "You want empathy? You can show it yourself—say goodbye to your mates and and you can sit next to her for the rest of the class."

Oh, God, Maria thought, cringing. Why did he have to open his mouth?

Jungkook didn't seem to mind in the slightest. With a small grin, he scooped up his books and practically bounded over to the empty seat that was supposed to be Christopher's next to her, his giddiness annoyingly obvious.

He leaned over, his voice a whisper. "Is your grandma really sick?"

"Yeah," Maria replied, short and simple, keeping her eyes glued to her notebook.

"But that's not why you blanked out, is it?" he asked, his tone soft but knowing.

Maria resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, he'd catch on. "Can we just not talk about it now? I need to focus—I'm struggling as it is."

"Mkay." To her relief, he settled into his seat without pestering her further, which was a nice change from his usual persistence, especially after the piano incident.

With Jungkook now quiet beside her, Maria felt a strange sense of relief, even if the distraction had made things awkward. She managed to turn her focus back to the lesson, glad, at least for now, that the morning's drama was momentarily out of sight.

———

I should actually pay attention more in class, huh? Maria thought, feeling a small sense of accomplishment as she finished the last question of the maths booklet. She still had 25 minutes left before the lunch bell, though it would've been more if Jungkook hadn't kept pushing her to finish faster just because he'd already completed his.

"Faster, faster! Omg, Maria, you're so slow," he muttered, leaning over her shoulder with exaggerated impatience.

"For fuck's sake, Kook. Bugger off," she hissed, rolling her eyes.

"But I want more free time! Don't you want it too?" he pleaded, half-joking, half-serious.

"Of course I do, but I get even slower under stress, so for the love of god, shut up."

Finally done, she checked the clock: 12:50. Cool. She double-checked her answers by cross-checking them with Jungkook's, catching a few small errors he'd made along the way. With a satisfied nod, she handed in her booklet to Mrs. Widya, who scanned through it briefly and gave her a nod of approval, marking it a perfect 100. Jungkook, however, had scored a 92, which she knew was due to a few careless mistakes, like forgetting to write down the units.

Maria twirled her pen, staring blankly at the sheet of paper in front of her. What can I do to pass the time? With Mrs. Widya’s over-the-top classroom rules—no phones, not even novels—there wasn’t much. She still couldn’t understand the logic behind banning books. What kind of teacher thinks to ban books? Maria shook her head, muttering under her breath as she began scribbling on a blank piece of paper.

“What you writin’?” Jungkook’s voice came from beside her, breaking her focus.

“Nun ya bizz,” she replied without looking up.

“Man, I’m bored. Just tell me. You’re not writing your diary, are you?” he teased, leaning closer.

“Why the fuck would I write a diary out in the open, especially next to you?”

“Fair. So, what are you doing then? Let me join!”

Maria rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smirking. “Fine, I’m writing character ideas and plot prompts. Lately, I’ve been into reading novels, and since we’ve got nothing else to do, I figured, why not start a story?”

“Oh, nice. I’ve never read a novel in my life. Haha.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Maria quipped.

They both laughed as Maria continued jotting down ideas, letting Jungkook read over her shoulder. She described the male lead first: a 25-year-old fit barista who owns his own coffee shop. He’s the very definition of a gentleman—chivalrous and kind, but secretly unsatisfied with his life. She named him John.

The female lead, on the other hand, was a 24-year-old cybersecurity intern juggling two part-time jobs and an IT degree. She’s too busy for a love life but dreams of finding a man who’s masculine and not toxic about it, someone secure enough to show his softer side.

“Hmmm, how should I make them meet?” Maria mused, tapping her pen against the desk.

“Oooh, I know! I’ve got an idea!” Jungkook said, his eyes lighting up.

“Jungkook, no. This is my story.”

“Come on, it’ll be good! So John—”

Before he could finish, the lunch bell rang, cutting him off. Maria casually packed up her stuff, ready to meet Casie for lunch. But before she could leave, Jungkook grabbed her arm.

“Can we finish this together sometime?” he asked, his voice unusually earnest.

Maria chuckled, her heart skipping a beat if she was being honest. “Haha, Jungkook, I wasn’t serious about writing a story. I was just bored. You can steal my ideas, though.”

“The best part would be doing it with y—I mean like, with someone, ‘cause like- you know, the more, the merrier,” he stammered, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Maria raised a brow. “Oh, well, maybe you can get your girlfriend to help you, then?”

“She’s not my g—”

“Maria! Come on, I’m starving!” Brenda called out from the doorway, rushing in and grabbing Maria’s arm to drag her out.

“Oh! Um—hi, Jungkook!” Brenda added hurriedly.

“Hey, Brenda—”

“Bye, Jungkook!” Brenda said, cutting him off as she practically dragged Maria out of the room.

“Text me on Insta after school!” Maria called over her shoulder, flashing Jungkook a quick smile.

Jungkook stood frozen by Maria’s desk, staring after her. His mind raced. What just happened? Writing? Since when was he interested in writing? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

With a sigh, he returned to his seat, mumbling under his breath, “Maria, what are you doing to me?”

This time, his cheeks turned red.

[jboofan]

It's in our DNA

3. I kinda need your help

Jungkook woke to find himself in his bed, pillow drool soaked, hung over and embarrassed.

He called for YN and got no answer. He messaged her but no reply.

"Fuck this."

Deciding she wasn't there, and swimming in a pool of self pity he turned over and fell back to sleep.

**

It took walking to the cafe door and getting confused by the plethora of coffees on offer for Jimin to wave her over to him.

"What took you so long?" he pouted playfully.

"Yeah we've been waiting half an hour for you to come update us on last night," Taehyung whispered excitedly.

"Last night?" she blew on the coffee, licking her foam moustache. "What you mean?"

"We mean Jungkook the drunk on Weverse."

"Oh. That."

She shrugged her shoulders.

"He'd actually fallen asleep so I had to ninja my way over to the lounge, watch his stream on my phone and turn his phone off without thousands of people noticing," she took a sip nonchalant.

"Oh god," Jimin sighed, "we are so sorry. He's just so emo these days."

"Any reason why?"

Taehyung stopped Jimin from going further.

"Wait, I've seen you before..Jimin look at her face, doesn't she look familiar?"

YN scoffed.

"Are you trying to say I look common? My parents are decent looking," she looked at them, scoffing, "it's not like I've been with the ugly stick, just because I'm not an idol y'all are harsh."

Jimin laughed out loud, "Not exactly short on confidence are we?"

YN sat up straight, "Not in every situation, but I'm working on it."

Jimin analysed her face, squashing it in his hand and turning it side to side.

"I'm not the greatest with names," he paused to look at her profile again, "but I'm great at not forgetting a face. Where are you from?"

"I was born here, but studied in the States."

"Born where? Seoul? Have we worked with you before?"

YN laughed. "I wish, if I had made just one music video for you guys, I'd be able to pick my work. But alas no."

**

Jungkook was surprised to slowly realise first hand how, well, nice YN was.

Without saying anything, she hung about when he did a Weverse live, although he had cried during the last one when Namjoon had logged on, commented and asked him to sing a song.

Now, again, several gulps of whiskey later, he had pulled his beanie hat off, gripped the karaoke microphone tightly and sang his little heart out. When he was starting to ramble, she came out of her room, sleepily shuffling her feet over to the rug where he sat and gestured it was time to end his fan meet.

Ten minutes later, still saying good bye to each comment, she'd just about had enough.

Jungkook watched her grow irritated and advance towards him. Quickly spouting off the last, final quickly goodbye Jungkook looked on, as she snapped his phone shut and threw it at him before trudging towards her room.

"Thanks," he called out, although he'd hesitated until she was nearly at her bedroom door.

"Go to sleep," she shouted back, but he carried on.

"I didn't realise it was so late."

"Drink less. You're always drinking," she looked at him, but he couldn't work out what the look was. "It just makes you look sad to them all."

"You watched?" he nudged the conversation along, although all she wanted to do was go back to bed.

"Jimin said you do lives, and lately have been all emo."

So she wasn't interested in watching me, he thought. It's only because of the others.

"Try being happy, talk about happy stuff. You're too depressing to watch," she admitted before shutting the door.

He didn't like to admit it, but having YN as a roommate wasn't that bad. The fact she was innocent enough to tell him what she thought without thinking much of it, he appreciated.

This went on for a few months, and they fell into a quiet way to live. YN did her best to stay out of his way, as promised but lately her schedule has changed and he was then suddenly seeing her around the apartment during the day too.

They fell into a comfortable routine around the house. YN usually left for work before Jungkook got up in the morning so they didn’t see each other before work, but she started coming home earlier for dinner in the evenings.

Suddenly they were awkward and having to find things to talk about with each other, and finding out more about eachother as the days went on.

It was amazing how she knew how to cook, and she even made enough for him if he walked in the door on the days she was at home.

Slowly conversation became less forced, he looked forward to the time he spent with YN at night after gym over dinner; liked talking to her and having someone at home to be with at the end of the day when he walked in.

What cemented their new found friendship was coming in late, finding the light left on for him and a plate warming in the oven for him.

He'd begun leaving the gym earlier on the days she was home to join her for dinner, and tonight he joined her to watch TV after they ate.

After a few episodes, he would go into his room, leaving to try and call Jennie leaving her alone on the sofa. YN hated those evenings, because he never got hold of Jennie and would come out to rummage for a drink and a long night of making sure he doesn't make a fool of himself online would begin.

But they were beginning to get along, Jungkook never did anything rude or wrong and he'd even gone as far as saying that he would never tell her to leave. She was free to leave when she was ready, and that look such a weight off her shoulders that she began to quietly enjoy being able to relax at home more.

**

After falling comfortably into their newfound roomielife together, YN got up earlier than usual and entered the kitchen to find Jungkook standing there behind the center island, topless, drinking a protein shake.

He was still wearing his running shorts and sweaty t-shirt had been flung over his shoulder as he stood there having returned from his morning workout, all sweaty.

Still, he smiled at the unexpected sight of her.

“Morning, YN. What you doing up so early? I thought you would have slept in after being away."

YN didn't make eye contact, as he stood there chest out, tattoos glistening from his sweat.

"I um, slept well. When you work outdoors most of the year, you build up stamina and endurance."

She took an orange from the refrigerator and started to peel it, holding the garbage can open with one foot as she tossed the peels.

"Why don't you take a seat, and I'll treat you to the best scrambled eggs of your life," he reached for a frying pan and then the eggs.

When she was finished, she headed for the cloak cupboard to grab a light jacket.

"Wait," he jogged over to her. "You got a little something on your face," he pointed out.

YN's hand rushed to her face but he beat her to it. Suddenly feeling his fingers against the side of her lips had her suddenly scared to breathe.

"There was some orange from the white bit," he gave her a big smile before heading back to the kitchen.

"I'm just on my way out, thank you though," she smiled politely unable to make his gaze.

"Jimin invited me out for coffee and breakfast."

Jungkook's smile turned to a frown. “YN, I really like you but I don't want you to get your hopes up."

Now she was puzzled.

"Hopes up about what?" she slipped her shoes on and grabbed her bag.

"Jimin is a bit of a flirt, he'll try it on. I don't want things to get awkward."

He knew he shouldn't have said such a lie, but it was the first time she'd blown him off and he wasn't sure how to take it.

I can't believe she's leaving me and fluffy eggs for some fancy coffee with Jimin.

She really had no idea the magnitude of the effect her answer would have on him.

"Jimin isn't like that. We've gone out for coffee before and it's not like that, I assure you. I'm not trying to date your friends Jungkook. He bought coffee last time, so I wanted to repay the favour."

No longer wishing to hear what he was insinuating, she gave up on him and closed the door fast, unable to get that image of him out of her head.

Just because they ate a few meals together, shared the apartment and laughed at the same shows that didn't mean shit.

Besides, she wasn’t looking for anything. And he was way out of her league.

But damn, she wished she could get the image of him out of her mind everytime he turned up all sweaty and gorgeous. She only wished she would stop fantasizing about the man every time she saw him—and, for that matter, when he wasn’t around.

YN tried to ignore her physical reaction to him and figured it would go away eventually, but for now, the attraction was powerful and it wasn’t easy to put aside.

"I'm just a roomie, maybe a friend. Don't be stupid YN. It's just, a little crush."

When she found Jungkook in his gym clothes in the kitchen, hair damp and sweaty from his workout and those curls of hair edging their way to his lower neck, it was a lot more than she could handle.

How dare he try and look so boyishly handsome!

His T-shirt looked soft and comfortable as if it had been washed hundreds of times, and had well-worn, threadbare, see-through spots that gave more than a hint of the muscles underneath it when he wore it. Ashamed she wished to be that t-shirt as he flung it over his broad shoulders.

On other days, she's seen it on him, slightly damp from his workout so it clung to his abs, showing off the cut of each muscle on his stomach.

She felt like an idiot the instant the image popped into her head, and how for the love of God she still had a hard time looking at him as she spoke.

"He must think I'm so lame," she mumbled as she headed for the lift.

YN wasn’t an idiot. She knew Jungkook dated pretty things and had dated Jenni, on off for ages now. Although she was confident about her looks and knew she was attractive, she wasn’t that attractive. She saw herself as girl-next-door kind of cute—appealing in a sweet way. She didn't have time to show off her outdoors beach running skills or her killer tanned abs when she was a self professed workaholic.

Yep, he has a type. The hot, sexy, idol type; leggy-blonde-model sort of way, so Jungkook wouldn't be interested in her. She was sassy, gave lip and thought too much.

Besides, she reminded herself again, she didn’t want a relationship. The whole point of this living arrangement was for her to be able to work closer to the studios and write a script to offer to dinner of the stars she worked with. Get someone to want to act her script, get a budget, a director to make her vision come to life.

"Those that don't remember why they are here, working stupid hours will be doomed to repeat it," she scolded herself, as she punched the floor in and waited for the doors to close.

The last thing she wanted to do was let him see that she was over thinking their connection.

For a second I thought he was jealous. God I've such a vivid imagination. YN you are delusional.

**

Jungkook stared at the eggs, and returned them to the fridge. It wasn't the first time he'd realised she was nothing like the women he knew and dated in the past. Hell, Jennie would have taken what he offered and started running up tabs for clothes, jewellery and trips overseas…. Instead, here YN was getting up early to go buy Jimin coffee.

He didn't have much time to think about it any more, since Jennie had decided to finally pick up his call.

"Jennie!" he cleared his throat and gave his ex-girlfriend his attention.

He heard a muffle, the sound of people in the background before she spoke.

"Jungkook, why do you keep blowing up my phone?"

She huffed but he ignored that and carried on.

"Thanks for finally calling back, I know you're on your tour now," he perked up at the fact that she picked up in the first place.

"We broke up remember, so why do you keep saying you miss me? We're in Amsterdam right now and heading back to Paris tomorrow. I'm busy."

Things never worked out between them but he was a fool for her, and he hadn't fucked anyone since they broke up.

"When you back?"

"Another month."

"Wanna get dinner together? We could go to the place we always go to."

"You mean that Italian restaurant?"

"You always said you loved going there," he wasn't sure why she was sounding like this until she sighed.

"I only went there because I wanted to pretend to like what you liked. We were dating and I thought you would just go there the once but that's the only place you'd ever take me!"

"I thought you liked it when I did that? You didn't tell me you didn't like it when we went there."

He felt his energy begin to drain, as he recounted how tired this conversation was making him.

"Yeah well I didn't like it, so now you know. And I'm not free for dinner. You're so boring Jungkook. Call me when you get a new personality."

She cut the call before he could give a sassy reply, leaving him to swear loudly to himself.

**

YN smiled as she walked back to the apartment. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and there was hardly any traffic. She walked past a famous bakery, the sweet aroma pulled her in, and soon she was blowing an incredible amount on baked goods.

"YN!" came a shriek, that belonged to Luna.

"What you doing here?"

"Late for heading back to work after lunch. But I have great news!"

"What's that then?" YN stuffed a croissant into her mouth, the delicious buttery pastry melting on her tongue.

"Do you remember that cute guy I told you about?"

YN looked at her blankly trying to recall the conversation.

Luna sighed. "I literally messaged you this morning."

YN briefly recalled Jungkook, shirtless in the kitchen.

"Oh, you did? My bad."

"Well, anyway. There is a cute guy that works in my department and he saw you the other day at the office."

YN shook her head. "Luna no way am I dating someone from work. Just because we work on different networks doesn't mean it would always stay like that. What if it doesn't work out? Then it'll just gonna awkward."

"He's a history buff, knows a lot about the country and would love to take you on a tour of the city. Said he saw you and wanted to know if you're single."

YN shook her head immediately walking off.

"I don't have time," she lied.

"One date. You never know!" she pleaded with huge eyes until YN gave in.

"I dunno Luna.."

"Least have a look at his picture before you say no."

**

YN stood and left her room, planning to make another iced coffee when she heard the front door shut. She went to the hallway just in time to see Jungkook getting into his jacket. He looked up and caught her watching him. Because, of course he did. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks but she didn’t duck out of sight. She raised a hand and waved goodbye.

He winked at her, "I'm just out to the studio. I'll see you soon?"

YN tried not to melt.

"Sure, I'll see you soon."

YN stacked a few matching lacy sets of lingerie on her bed before deciding on a colour.

"It's not like anyone's gonna get to see them, but a little ego boost never hurt a woman," she smiled before deciding on an outfit.

YN opened the large closet, grabbing the heavy clothing she’d taken from the back of her closet to make room. Taking out a few of his jumpers, she began sorting them for a pile to be stored away.

She shoved the rest of Jungkook's things under the bed. He would probably scream to see her treating his cashmere sweaters like that, but that’s what he got for not putting his fall clothing away when the weather turned warmer. The man had a ridiculous amount of clothing.

Buffed and moisturised, she stepped out the shower, took a big gulp of her wine and into her confidence boosting outfit not realising Jungkook had already returned home.

An hour after, nipping into the kitchen for more wine to help her nerves and implant more Dutch courage, after final make up check she spied his keys in the bowl besides her.

"Jungkook?" she called loudly, finishing her wine and wiping her mouth carefully to not smudge her lipstick. "I'll catch you later."

No answer.

Then came a groan, which sounded odd.

Unsure if he had stepped on a plug or something else, she neared his door and knocked as another groan travelled through the door.

She knocked again, "Are you okay?"

Suddenly Jungkook called out clearly.

"Fuck, shit! Thank God you heard me YN! I need your help!" he pleaded as she came through the door.

YN had thought he needed help, and had never expected to see Jungkook like this; perhaps he lost his phone charger or an earring stud she thought, but hadn't banked on finding him naked in bed, his cock erect and a painful look on his face.

Jungkook never expected another human let alone YN to see him like this.

A painful erection that wouldn't go down, a half bottle of wine drunk straight out the fridge and him lying there unable to move.

"YN!" he grimaced against the bedsheet. "You're a girl."

YN averted her eyes and looked interestingly at the ceiling.

"That's very perceptive of you!" she edged forward till her knee hit the edge of his bed and grasping the bedsheet threw it at him. "At least cover up!"

Eyes closed she hiccuped.

"Ow ow ow!" he called out hissing in pain as the bedsheet hit his tent pole.

"Maybe we should call for help!" she turned the other way to ring Jimin.

"No! Don't call him please! Don't call anyone!" he whimpered in pain, making small noises.

"Then what the hell am I supposed to do when you call out for help and I find you, alone with your erection for company?!"

Her eyes opened, and forcing herself to not lower them she stared him in the eyes refusing to look anywhere else.

His eyes focussed in on YN, standing there hands on hips.

"Where you going?"

"I need to go out in a few minutes," she looked directly at his eyes.

"YN, please. Cancel. I need your help."

"I can't cancel this. I'll be in so much trouble if I cancel this one too."

"YN, please," he begged. "I need your help." He gulped, and winced as he tried to sit up. "I can't get it down. It's been nearly an hour. I thought a quick power wank and get on with my day, but it won't come down!"

"Who the fuck has a power wank?? I don't know how to help. Maybe you can just, massage it?"

Jungkook shook his head, "No please, everytime I try to go near it I feel like I've been shot. Can you rub it?"

"How the hell is that supposed to help?" she hiccuped again.

"How much did you drink?" he asked her between shaky breaths.

"A few, for the courage."

"I'm begging you YN. Please will you have sex with me. Just get on it and make it cum and then I swear I will never do it again."

YN knew she had heard him wrong. When he repeated it again, she had to blink as the warmth of the wine spread to her stomach and made her cheeks begin to warm up.

Jungkook watched her eyes blink one too many times, a slow rose tint to her cheeks.

"YN, please. I'm begging you to help."

YN simply blinked.

"Oh god, I've broken you and my dick. Jesus, YN I need your help," he hiccuped.

@lavendersugarplum

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36. ���👌 📎

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a/n: thanks for reading! please remember to hit that rblg button as a pat on the head for me for a good job (•ᴗ•◍)!

synopsis: flirting with your crush of 3 years wasn’t something you thought of when first getting twitter, a nasty breakup wasn’t what you expected either… but why is it that after 3 years and loads of droning on self-improvement and trying to become “that” girl, your gym buddy reminds you of the one person you wanted to forget?

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⋆˚࿔ tech-boyfriend!jungkook pt.2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ smau ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

mini m.list — kindaaa nsfw btw

note: 1 am motivation really got me sacrificing my sleep... anyway pt2 yay!!! this one made me giggle and laugh fr

a/n: ok gn lol 🎀

📜 permanent taglist: @internetrando64 @jkvias @lovieku @deluluisdasolulu @ddanasjk @onlyforyoukook @diamondjeon @nnybtitts08 @lil0u0 @butnotmontana @fr0ggieth1nk @minimoninini @whoa-jo @lola75111 @iswearimover5feetall @rispwr @genevieveeeee @kookoo-kachoo

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[vantxx95]

love them all <3

jungkook fanfics that deserve to be turned into kdramas.

(a recommendation you badly need) ⭑.ᐟ

Sauvage ౨ৎ by @tljunglebook

— grumpy x sunshine, cold and detached jungkook (who turns into a whipped puppy later on) work romance, slow burn.

(starting off strong! this book’s got the most delicious slow burn to ever exist! blushing at how sexy, down bad & protective for oc jungkook’s here ugh)

10 Seconds ᥫ᭡ by @deepdarkdelights

— yandere jungkook, abduction, stalking, stockholm syndrome.

(this series is my first love, i would do anything to read this for the first time again!)

Penpal 𓍯𓂃 by @laughing-with-god

— yandere prisoner jungkook, stalking, breaking in.

(gotta contact some directors and producers to turn this into a drama! it would slay so hard!)

Risqué ✧˖° by @mercurygguk

— age gap, forbidden romance, smut, angst.

(the time stamps and drabbles are the essence of this fic, the smut is so well written! god can someone already turn this into a mini netflix series please!?)

About Time ִ࣪𖤐 by @yoonia

— time travel au, major angst, second chances, smut, fluff.

(if i had the chance to devour a book, i’d eat this one (obviously) it’s one of the best books of my life, i would die to see a live version of this)

I Want You To Stay ʚɞ ⁺˖ by @ahundredtimesover

— ceo jungkook, strangers to lovers, slow burn, angst, smut.

(no slow burn ever slow burned the way this story slow burned! best read of 2024 in my opinion!)

Bride Of Devil ♰ 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ by @jasminefanfics

— dark romance, gangster au, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, age gap, kinda yandere husband jungkook.

(my youtube fanfic girlies assemble! this is the best mafia jungkook fic i can recommend for ya’ll! the bgm is so addictive and perfect)

An Abundance Of Luck And A Sprinkle Of Fate 𐙚 by @borathae

— strangers to lovers, romance, found family, smut, angst, healing.

(I remember being unhealthily obsessed with this lord, aaol!kook & oc will forever be my baby TT this book tugs at your heart in a way that’s inexplainable)

ps — have a good read girlies <3

[jksian]

Yes or no? | JJk (m)

00 - intro

Note: So this is something completely new for me!!! I just got an idea and thought about writing it! Loosely inspired by Yes or No song by Jungkook. Hope y'all gonna like it🤞🏻

Genre: college au, FWB, smut, angst and fluff

Tag-list is open!

[mxckiemxn]

Random Best Friend Texts pt.4 🖤

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

[muniimyg]

CLOSE TO YOU // JJK

it should've been easier than this, right?

+

in which oc and jungkook sleep together and he can't get over it

navi | m. list | ask me ! | taglist is closed

pairings: goofy jungkook + uptight oc

au/genre:

uni au

friends with benefits 

fluff & crack

warnings:

implied + actual smut (x)

toxic behaviour (it's a process)

parts: 10/10+ [ completed 2024/01/28 ]

1: rizz

1.5: ah, shit (x)

2: cuffing szn

2.5: stfu

3: woof

3.5: coffee (x)

4: conceided

4.5: say it (x)

5: drunk

5.5: worst behaviour

6: truth or dare

6.5: baby (x)

7: ice cream

7.5: the parilla leaf

8: uno reverse

8.5: exhiled

9: us

9.5: laundry (x)

10: time

10.5: love (x)

end.

+ 00: friends

+ halloween extra

+ unhinged extra (1)

+ unhinged extra (2)

+ unhinged extra (3)

+ falling in love extra

+ clingy extra

+ yuna/tae/joon extra

[illriize]

BETTER THAN THE MOVIES! ENHYPEN.

synopsis. in which y/n, a romance and boy obsessed girl suddenly has weird romantic situations happen to her online!

pairing. enhypen 02 line x y/n

genre. social media au, idol au, fluff, crack, angst

taglist. send ask to be added

status. completed

VOTE!!! for who you want y/n to be with -> ☆

a/n. in this fanfic you will be able to vote who y/n ends up with :). i will make a poll soon.

taglist. @deobitifull @mitsukifilms @ghostiiess @shinrjj @miwayu @renchai @xiaoderrrr @kyuupidwrites @syyeluvs @curly-fr13s @enhy4me2 @forever-in-the-sky2 @luvkpopp @iea-tsand @jiawji @mariji @beeomgui @myjaeyunn @theskzvibe @viagumi @bluxjun @hoonmyluv @j-wyoung @softpia @astrae4 @sayescomfortplace @seungiesluv @iminthenewhell

PROFILES. yn and friends 02line + hee dancecrew!

CHAPTERS. ☆

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen

chapter fifteen

chapter sixteen

chapter seventeen

chapter eighteen | jake ending ver

chapter nineteen | jay ending ver

[my-taelicious-kookie]

(ch. 5a) NORMALITY | jjk high school AU

Preview: someone is getting ghosted

Huh, that's weird, Maria thought. He was just online when I sent the first message to him.

With a shrug, she placed her phone down and got ready for the dinner rush at her grandma's humble Chinese-Indonesian restaurant.

"Cie," her grandma called out, using her Chinese nickname that meant "older sister" despite being the only child. See, Ana was planning on having more kids before her father went to grab some milk. Good riddance, as Maria always claimed.

"Ya, Oma?"

"I need potatoes cut urgently. I forgot to prep extra for tomorrow's catering."

"Okay."

Maria didn't mind. She loved peeling and cutting potatoes. It was repetitive yet oddly satisfying—a task that let her mind wander freely. And, of course, it wandered to Jungkook.

Why was she thinking about him so much? This was the first time a guy had gotten under her skin like this. Was it his piano covers on Instagram, the ones she replayed just to catch the tiny flourishes he added? Or the way she found herself lingering after her dance practice, watching from afar as he trained in taekwondo? He was so effortlessly smart, ironic given he proudly claimed he'd never read a novel in his life.

The thought made her chuckle, and before she knew it, the potatoes were done. She washed her hands and moved on to serve customers, wiping tables and checking in to make sure everyone was comfortable and enjoying the food. It wasn't glamorous work, but it was honest, and she figured it'd look good on a uni application someday.

By the time the rush died down, the clock struck 8 p.m. Maria wiped her hands on her apron and pulled out her phone. Nothing.

It had been two hours since she'd double-texted Jungkook. Still no reply. It was already pathetic enough that she had sent a second message—no way was she about to send a third. She locked her phone and grabbed a rag to start cleaning the counters.

And finally, the anticipated ding finally came.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stared at his phone, her message still on the screen. He tapped the edge of his desk, conflicted. He wanted to reply, but everything felt... off.

It wasn't like he didn't want to talk to Maria. In fact, he'd been looking forward to it. But tonight had been exhausting. Family issues. Not something he could just bring up to her, at least not yet.

Her casual response sat on Jungkook's screen like a stone. He read it once, then again. The words felt dismissive, even if she probably didn't mean it that way. He left her on seen.

Whatever, he thought, shaking his head. She wasn't interested in taking this seriously, and he wasn't about to waste his time on something one-sided. He put down his phone and opened FaceTime, calling Hyeri instead.

Hyeri picked up almost immediately, her face lighting up the screen. Jungkook smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Maria didn't want to bond over the story? Fine. He still had Hyeri.

Or so he told himself.

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