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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⎈ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), nightmares, mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 🦇 3.2K words

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 🦇 Bad language… I think that’s all but if anyone notices any others just let me know!

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ⎈ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

You opened your locker in the morning of a school-day in late January of 1985 to take out your History book and noticed a piece of paper twisting as it fell from your locker. You squinted your eyes, knowing immediately that it wasn't yours, your locker was immaculately tidy and no scraps of paper would usually be found in there.

Out of your own curiosity you picked it up, your heart rate quickening when you did. Please don't be a detention slip or something from Billy, you silently pleaded that it wasn't yet another nickname associated with hitting Billy - you’d had enough, even if it was a more positive reaction than you’d expected... your heart was still hurt, so much so that you were avoiding Rebecca and Billy at all costs in school.

It was the last thing you expected to receive, a cute doodle of a Tiger next to a vague note... 'Hi'.

Your head whipped from side to side at students passing by... no one was being obvious about slipping it inside the door of your locker.

Chrissy had been your first thought, but it wouldn't have made sense because you had just arrived at school together and parted ways to go to your lockers... if it was her then she'd have to have an impressive set of magic tricks up her sleeve - plus, you figured that if it had been Chrissy she would've drawn a bunny as they are her favorite animal... her room, from what you remember on visits after middle school, was filled with rabbit paraphernalia.

Even though you didn't know who had written the note, you thought it was sweet and it brought a smile to your face in the middle of a very loud corridor - you put it back in your locker gently and walked to your first lesson with a skip in your step, feeling a boost of confidence and a sense of ease towards the day ahead…

🦇𝟐𝟗𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

You stare down at all five of them on your bed with Chrissy stood next to you... all five pieces of paper are lined up in order. Your face is showing the exact same confusion that you felt when you found the first note in your locker back in January.

"So - you've been getting them every month since the start of the year?" Chrissy asks as she sits herself down down at your vanity desk, she glances at you through the mirror, looking deep in thought.

"Mhm - every month without fail," you trace your finger over the one that wrote 'stick it to the man!', it makes you smile absentmindedly - it is your favorite of them all because it sounds like something Mason would say, it is also the most recent one you’d received, "I never knew a little tiger would make me so happy," you giggle, "I love getting them - I really do, they've been a little bit of fresh air... if I didn't have these... and you," you grin at her, "It would've been a very few miserable and lonely months."

"I thought you weren't going to mention me then! I ditched what could have potentially been a date with Jason for this," she jokes and gestures between the both of you.

"Of course I was gonna mention you!" You laugh with her and look around your room sheepishly, "You’re my best friend," You blurt, looking at Chrissy with sincere eyes and red cheeks because those words felt like a love confession to you, you didn’t say them lightly. You’d never had a best friend before her… except for Mason - but he is your brother. Chrissy, on the other hand, you consider to be the first of your chosen family.

"And you’re mine," she giggles with a warm smile before skipping back to your bed, where you are still stood. She leans over the drawings, her brows furrow as she examines closer, "They're labelled... Ozzy."

"I guess it's a pretty cute name for a tiger," you shrug.

She smiles and shakes her head, "No, I mean - yes, it's a cute tiger name, but - what if it's a hint to the... doodler themselves?"

You gasp, "That would be wickedly cool - how come I never thought of that?" You close your eyes. You know no one named Ozzy, or anyone with the nickname at school... the name is so familiar to you, whenever you say it you feel an intense sense of deja vu and it itches at the tip of your tongue, making your face scrunch up in even deeper thought... Ozzy - Ozzy - Ozzy - Ozzy Osbourne! “Ozzy Osbourne!” You chant out loud, gaining a startled look from Chrissy.

“What?” She asks in a small voice.

“Ozzy Osbourne is the only Ozzy that I know,” you state in a confident and excited tone because you’d finally made a breakthrough with these goddamn notes.

Chrissy only looks more confused by your sudden outburst, “Who?”

“Oh - no one, just the prince of Darkness, the king of bats, the Great Ozz!” You exclaim in a frenzy of adrenaline that takes Chrissy even more by surprise.

She blinks at you, a faint, slightly nervous smile on her pink lips, “You think that this - Ozzy - Osbourne guy - wrote it?” She asks unsurely, her brows now furrowed.

Blood rushes to your cheeks again as you realise that Chrissy has no idea who Ozzy Osbourne is - I should have known. It saddens you, knowing that the only person who shares your love for Black Sabbath is Mason, and he’s unreachable.

You shake your head, “No, but maybe someone who listens to his music,” you desperately try to think again as another name itched at the tip of your tongue, someone else who worships Ozzy Osbourne.

‘Do you know Behind The Wall Of Sleep?’

Your small voice echoes in your mind, followed by another one that’s slightly only slightly deeper and blurrier. You find that the more you open your eyes, the clearer the voice gets.

‘Do I know it? I've bled with it!’

Eddie Munson.

Your eyes are open wide now at the possibility that the notes could be from Eddie. You shake your head as the likelihood of him writing them for you becomes more and more ridiculous because - why would he do that for me after the way I treated him after he saved my life?

He probably hates me more than Billy does-

Chrissy gasps, interrupting your thoughts, making you snap back to reality, "What is it?!" You ask, startled.

Chrissy looks down at you excitedly, "Ozzy - Billy - Billy - Ozzy," she emphasises the last part of each name as if you are sat in a middle school classroom and she is the teacher.

You stare at her blankly, like she'd asked you to solve the most difficult maths question ever, “And?”

She sits down on the bed with you, the pieces of paper in-between the two of you, "The names are so similar - the double letters - and they end the same," she continues to think, "And he plays for the tigers too!" she places her finger on one of the drawings, "I think it's Billy!"

Your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head profusely - Billy hadn't even looked at me since that night, "Billy hates me."

Chrissy visibly deflates and frowns at you, "Maybe he's too scared to talk to you after what happened at the party... maybe this is his kinda weird way of apologising to you," she trails off as you stand yourself up, biting your thumb and starting to pace your room... your mind trying to put two and two together.

"It can't be - I'm dead to Billy Hargrove.” It pains you to say it. You had been desperately fighting an internal battle since the night you slapped him, avoiding him at all costs him because it hurt just to even look at him, knowing that he used you to get closer to your sister… somehow, in some stupid twisted way, you still felt so guilty for humiliating him the way you did, and thought of so many alternate scenarios that didn’t end up costing you him - his attention… You also didn’t want to get hurt again.

"No you're no-."

"Yes I am - and I - want it to stay that way," you lie through gritted teeth. You say it to protect yourself because deep down you want it to be Billy. Your infatuation with him still existed, it hadn’t just slipped through your fingers like you wished it had.

Chrissy pats the space next to her that isn’t taken by the small pieces of paper. You slowly sit beside her with a sigh, "Would it be so bad if it was him?” She asks and you shrug as a response. “I mean - I know he was a jerk, but - you have to admit, these notes are pretty sweet, don't you think?" She mumbles softly, resting her head on top of yours, "Maybe he's changed - maybe you knocked some sense into him," she giggles softly and wraps an arm around you now.

You giggle softly, “Maybe.”

After a few seconds your laughter dies down and Chrissy’s head shifts so that she can see your face better, “Do you think that you’d forgive him? If he is the mystery doodler?” She asks in a serious, but gentle voice.

You move your head too so that yours and Chrissy’s foreheads are half touching, “I - I don’t know,” you mumble unsurely, looking into her green eyes before quickly blinking away, looking down at your lap.

The only thing that you’re sure of, is that until you have proof that Billy is the mystery doodler, you have to continue avoiding him for your own sanity.

You both laid on your stomachs on your bed after deciding that anything Billy Hargrove related is banned from your girls night. Chrissy and you look through magazines while talking about the latest movie you’d watched at the movies after your shift in Starcourt, 'Desperately Seeking Susan' - Madonna's badass outfits...

'those diamanté covered black boots,' you sigh together dreamily. Together you decide that you need to make it your mission to find a pair exactly like them at Starcourt.

Your mom soon knocks on your bedroom door to tell you and Chrissy that dinner is ready... then, to your dismay, leaves your bedroom door open.

"All parents do that, huh," Chrissy mumbles with yet another giggle as you both climb off of your bed and go downstairs.

Dinner is awkward, the glances between the four of you... your mom loves Chrissy to death, so dinner mainly consists of her complimenting Chrissy while you and Becky refuse to make eye contact while eating your food.

Moments like this make you miss your dad, how he’d make an awkward situation funny by telling a few ‘dad’ jokes. I need to see him more often. You’d put off visiting him because the trailer park is on the other side of town - plus the place creeps you out because Rebecca once told you that ‘the devil himself lives there’.

🦇 𝟑𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

The next morning you meet Chrissy at your usual spot to walk to school. When Jason sees you his face visibly drops, but he still waves and looks at Chrissy, he might as well have had hearts for pupils as he gives her his usual charming, smug grin and a tight hug.

You guess that he’s probably a little pissed off that Chrissy decided to hang out with you instead of him yesterday, but you shrug it off and start to walk alongside them.

Chrissy walks in the middle and mentions the notes again, catching Jason's attention... he seems nervous at the mention of Billy being the doodler, but agreed with her even though he supposedly knows nothing about the notes you’d been receiving... unless he knows something about Billy's connection to them, he follows him around like a shadow - maybe Jason has overheard something, you think.

"I guess I'll have to wait and see if the next one is a little more... obvious," you trail off, sheepishly glancing between Chrissy and Jason, their arms are knocking into each other because of how close they are. You look down, noticing the bigger distance between you and Chrissy. You frown as you hear them flirt so you unconsciously start walking ahead... until you notice that you can’t hear their footsteps anymore. You turn around and see him kissing her cheek while she is grinning from ear to ear.

It's not like you want Jason to kiss you on the cheek… not at all, that’s the last thing that’s on your mind. The sight of the two of them so obviously falling for each other, it reminds you of what could’ve happened between you and Billy if Tina’s New Year party hadn’t ended the way it did. You also don’t want to lose Chrissy because of Jason because- something feels off... the way that he worships Billy and has been glaring at you ever since the news broke that you slapped his idol.

You quickly come to your senses and pick your head back up, "Did you want to check out that movie later, Chris? You know, the one on the poster we saw - Teen Wolf?" You ask confidently, walking backwards until they catch up with you.

Jason looks down at Chrissy, who has her mouth slightly agape, "Oh - er," she manages to utter before looking down, choosing not to answer.

"We're going on a date after school - to see that movie actually," Jason states, he looks smug and you are left dumbfounded because Chrissy hadn't mentioned this last night, perhaps she called him after leaving your place. She eventually lifts her head in response to Jason nudging her. She is grinning while looking nothing less than guilty, "It'll be fun - we'll get the largest box of popcorn, go to the diner after... been excited to see it since we planned it last night hm?"

Chrissy smiles up at him shyly before looking down again, "Yeah," she giggles and finally, she looks at you - her smile falters as if to say 'I'm sorry'.

You suddenly feel the need to get away from them. Since Chrissy is not an option of your port of call for advice, you think of 'Ozzy the Tiger' - 'stick it to the man!', "Cool, um - I think I’m gonna head back home, I didn't really sleep because er - I have a - er - a stuffy nose so... I actually don't feel too good," you stutter over your words before dramatically coughing and heading back the way you’d came, "Have a nice time - see ya around!” You call without looking back.

You sprint home through the woods and climb to your bedroom window while trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing that mom would be home.

I need to see dad. You knew that mom would not approve of you skipping school, especially just to go to the trailer park to visit your dad. Stick it to the man!

You fall to your knees on the floor, hard enough to leave a bruise, and search under your bed for your basketball. Ah! You spot it once you’re halfway under, rolling it towards you. Once you are cradling it in your arms, you wipe the remaining dust off because you hadn’t held it in years. You look out of your window, noticing your mom out there hanging the laundry. "Fuck," you whisper before sneaking out of your room and running down the stairs.

You’re out of there in a blaze after picking up your bicycle and putting the basketball in the basket hanging from the handlebar.

The area around the trailer park always gave you the creeps, there aren’t any houses apart from an abandoned one that looks like something out of a horror movie. The grass surrounding it is yellow rather than a fresh green and every possible entrance is boarded up. Everything between it and your dad's trailer is woods, transmission towers, abandoned cracked roads and tumbleweed. However, anywhere is better than being at your mom's house right now, you tell yourself.

As you cycle into the trailer park you fall off of your bike because of the uneven ground. There is a group of people sitting outside their trailer and a lone man in a flannel and jeans who is watching you as you pick yourself up and get back on your bike, "Are you alright, darlin'?"

You nod and smile at him through the stinging pain coming from your elbow, and cycle by until just seconds later you’re directly outside your dad's trailer. The only thing that your mom let him take from her house was your basketball net, which he'd nailed to a board that is propped against the trailer itself. You shoot the basketball into the net effortlessly and head inside the trailer... It’s - a mess... he’d probably let it get this way after assuming that you and Rebecca were never going to visit him again.

“Not anymore, dad - I'm here,” You mumble to yourself and pick up some empty beer cans. You tidied after that, did his laundry and got out some cans of spaghetti hoops that you could heat up together once he is home from work.

You noticed that your little 'stick it to the man!' piece of paper had fallen on the floor beside the door, you picked it up and held it tightly because it feels so precious to you, a reminder of when Mason was around... you want so much to be carefree with him again even just for an hour.

Like your thoughts had been answered, you hear your ball being bounced outside. You grow curious, looking out of the window and seeing the man that had called out to you before... he threw the ball successfully into the basket and you raise your brows, smiling a little.

"Wanna - play a game?" You call shyly from the door, running down the steps.

"I'll sure as hell try, darlin'," he chuckles and gently passes you the ball, "You're Graham’s daughter, right?"

You nod and hum, dribbling the ball.

"I'm a good friend o'his - we keep an eye on each other's trailers because he works during the day - I work at night, y’see?" He explains, keeping his eyes on the ball before rolling his eyes at himself, "Before I forget - I'm Wayne," he holds his hand out and you shake it, his hand is rough like his entire exterior, but he seems nice and you decide to trust him if your dad is friends with him.

You quickly shoot another hoop and Wayne whistles.

"You've got some skill.”

He seems intrigued by your basketball skills and settles to watching you after he'd gotten tired of playing. He tells you about his ‘ole high school years’, how ‘back in the day’ he tried for the basketball team but didn’t make the cut.

When your dad arrives back home he pats Wayne's back and looks at you, surprised, like he is going to cry because he hasn’t seen you in so long... he hugs you tightly and you wrap your arms tight around him too.

"What brings you here?" He chuckles.

"I missed you," You smile and he holds you even tighter, as if he hadn’t been expecting to hear you say it, "and my basketball hoop," you giggle.

"It makes me really happy to see you playing again," he mumbles and you open your eyes to see Wayne, he waves before walking to... the Munson trailer? He's Eddie's father?

"A little tiger told me to stick it to the man - so I am," you giggle again as he pulls away from the hug to hold onto your shoulders.

You can see that his mind is bringing him back to old times between you, him and Mason - playing in the front yard. He grins, but there is sadness in his eyes as he strokes your hair, "I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad I'm here," you look up at him, smiling and ignoring the noises coming from the woods around you.

Your dad tries to spot any doubt in your eyes and smiles when he doesn't see any. He ruffles your hair, "Hows about a game?"

You play basketball with him for hours... for once you feel like yourself - not just the cheerleader, the popular girl, the sucker-puncher, the keg queen, the little miss… you are unapologetically being you and you are content.

Your dad gets the ball from you while you are lost in your thoughts, "No, that's cheating!" You laugh hysterically as he shoots the ball but misses the net, you quickly swoop in and grab it before slam dunking it into the basket. You hear your dad cheering behind you, making you grin even more until you see him...

Eddie - he is stood by his trailer watching you, but when he notices that you are looking back at him he jumps, looking around to see if you are actually looking at him and not something behind him... he looks shocked but... he smiles, it is such a shy, unsure smile, and it reaches one corner of his lips more than the other.

Your dad notices that you aren’t playing anymore and turns to look where you are looking, immediately seeing Eddie. You don’t return Eddie's smile, but your dad waves at him and Eddie waves half-heartedly back - he gives you that look, the doe eyed look that he'd given you when he gave you his hand, recognised you as ‘Tink’ and you called him a ‘freak’.

I need to get away!

You panic, "I'm er - hungry - yeah - hungry. 'M gonna go inside - and warm up our - dinner," you turn away from Eddie and your dad before sprinting inside, hugging the basketball tightly into your stomach.

Together, you and your dad stood at the stove, he is holding onto a pan of spaghetti hoops while you stir them with a wooden spoon occasionally. You are both silent, but nudge each other a couple times to lighten the awkward silence and laugh.

You spoon some hoops from the pan for a taste check, something your mom would've yelled at you for - but your dad just laughs it off. Even as you sit at the small table for two, you are slouching with your elbows on the table as you eat... you feel completely relaxed here with him.

"It's nice to see you smiling. All I've thought about recently is if you and Becky are alright - it's all I care about. I know things have been hard for you since - well - Mason left us... and he was your best pal for a brother... a bit of a loose cannon, but he made you happy," he explains and trails off, but his mouth stays open. You tilt your head, frowning, taken aback at Mason's name falling from your dad's lips, "and - I couldn't help but notice the way you um - noticed Munson's nephew out there," he points over his shoulder.

"Munson's - nephew?" Eddie is Wayne's nephew?

"Yes - Eddie, I've not spoken to the boy properly before, but Wayne speaks highly of him. ‘M pretty sure he took the boy in after his dad got sent to jail - Wayne's brother. Waynes had the kid living in his trailer for years, basically his dad... as far as Eddie and Wayne are concerned, the guy in prison is dead to 'em," dad sighs and you find yourself leaning more forward - where is his mom? You suddenly feel even worse for reacting so negatively towards him, "Anyway - they've been through a lot and it made me happy to see that you were getting along with them today. I know Eddie is a bit of an odd kid... kind of reminds me of Mason, the girly hair and free spirit - I reckon he'd be a great pal for you to have."

You hum in response, not knowing what to say because he'd mistaken yours and Eddie's distanced encounter for a budding friendship. The thought of being Eddie's friend hadn't crossed your mind in a long long time... not until now.

⇝ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱 ⎈ 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

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TC!dad!JK

once again, jisung has been assigned to do some spying but this time he’s assigned to spy on you and yeonjin. he makes sure to stay quiet and follow the two of you in the royal garden; staying close enough to hear the both of you but not in sight.

“wow” gasps yeonjin “this garden is…it’s huge”

“thought you and jungkook used to play here all of the time?”

“we did but looking at it as an adult, i don’t remember it being this big”

the garden is beautiful. all the changes, arrangements, or whatever you’ve done to the garden has deeply impressed yeonjin as she takes a whiff to the sweet smelling air.

“some of the flowers need to be dug up since they didn’t survive the winter” you pout “but look around! which flowers would you like to sell?”

“i can’t make up my mind. you have primroses, camellias, ooh what are these?”

“these are calendula’s. they’re in the daisy family and jawon’s favorite flower. he loves daisies” you say while smiling. anytime you mention your children they bring a smile to your face even yeonjin’s.

“hmm…snowdrops? who likes this ugly flower?”

“me. i like that ‘ugly’ flower”

“oh, interesting”

deep, DEEP breaths. you know snowdrops aren’t that popular you won’t choke the girl just yet but it does hurt your pride to hear someone call one of your favorite flowers ugly.

��wait, are these tiger lilies?”

“yep. they’re jungkook’s favorite flower”

“jungkook’s favorite flower”

you both pause and look at each other. of course she knows jungkook’s favorite flower, they’re childhood friends but just how close was he to this girl that she even knows his favorite flower?

“you know a lot about jungkook, huh?”

“mhm”

“well i wanna how much do you know about him”

“ask me. i bet i know more than you” yeonjin challenges.

“doubt it but we’ve all got our fantasies” you say and you definitely got under yeonjin’s skin. she’s not some delusional girl with fantasies, what she and jungkook had was real.

“how tall is he?”

“he looks like he’s 5’10-5’11”

“m-kay. favorite food?”

“anything with meat. he loves protein”

“wrong, it’s anything areum cooks”

“sure, next question”

“‘kay, why are you here? its been 20 years and out of the blue you reach out to jungkook asking for help. why?”

jisung makes sure to listen carefully to what yeonjin has to say because she may reveal something he’ll have to urgently report back to jungkook or maybe she’ll lie. even he’s curious as to why she’s here after so many years despite not having met the woman but there is something off about her.

“why? do i make you nervous, queen y/n?”

“quit playing in my face before i fuck you up. i’m not joking anymore, what are you here for”

“ooh, feisty. i’m here because jungkook wanted me here”

“he wanted you here? pfft, hahahahaha. do you hear yourself? you sound crazy”

“crazy? oh no no no no” yeonjin smirks as she reaches inside her dress and pulls out a stack of papers, letter and thrust them in your face.

“what are these?”

“they’re letters. letters your husband wrote to me saying how much he loves me, how much he misses me. before you even told the country about prince jinseoul he told me”

‘I miss you so much 연진’

‘You should come by. I could sneak you in’

‘I think about you everyday’

‘If Y/n were never here, I’d marry you instead’

‘Promise me you’ll keep this a secret?’

‘You’re the only person who understands me’

‘Do you think 진서울 is a good name? Tell me what you think’

‘This is my last letter to you. Y/n and I are welcoming our third child and I can’t keep writing you anymore’

- 전정국

no…nononononono.

all these letters are dated and the handwriting looks just like jungkook’s. it’s even got his printed signature at the bottom; HIS. PRINTED. SIGNATURE. your heart is racing and you don’t know whether to beat the shit out of yeonjin or kill jungkook for cheating on you.

“think i’m crazy now?” yeonjin smirks as she laughs out loud at your panicked face that by the second looks angrier and angrier.

jisung immediately rushes back in the palace building to find jungkook with you storming behind him just a few steps behind.

“THE KING! THE KING! WHERE IS THE KING?!” jisung yells at a servant “h-he’s in his office. he just came from a meeting” stutters the maid.

jisung rushes to jungkook’s office, not even bothering to knock which he knows he’ll get in trouble for but he’s trying to warn him before he’s met with your wrath.

“your highness, yeonjin told the queen the two of you wrote letters to each other throughout your marriage. the queen is on her way right now and—“

“JEON JUNGKOOK!!! YOU BETTER EXPLAIN THIS SHIT TO ME RIGHT NOW!! what is this, huh? this is your handwriting, YOURS. you told this bitch i was pregnant with jinseoul? JISUNG GET THE FUCK OUT!!” you shout.

“y-yes ma’am”

“oh, so he warned you i was coming, huh? jungkook please…” you grab his ink pen “please tell me this isn’t real because i swear to god i will shove this pen down your fucking throat if you don’t tell me truth”

~🫧

You look scary, your face is all frustrated and you’re screaming at the top of your lungs, cursing out and glaring at your husband, like he’s going to die by your hands at any given minute.

He has no idea what you’re talking about but you’re not giving him a chance to say anything because you are angrily ranting at him, and he watches you grab a pan and aim it at him, threatening to shove it down his throat if he doesn’t tell you the truth.

And you’re saying something about him telling someone that when you were pregnant with your first child, which is so weird because he never told anyone before his birth.

“W-What??? What the fuck are you talking about? What letters?! Yn sweetheart calm down.” it is safe to say that he’s never seen you this angry at him, not even on your wedding night or wedding day.

You don’t say anything, but you shove the papers in his face and you’re right there is his signature, but he never wrote these letters to her.

He’s so fucking confused right now, because the writing is like identical, there is his stamp, and his name is printed on it. But he never wrote these things to her because he never sent anyone any letters.

And why would he tell her about you being pregnant with his child? “Y-Yn I did not write these letters. These are not true!?” He scoffs, “why would I tell a woman that I’m supposedly having affair with that my wife is pregnant?”

Yeonjin is going to die. Because he’s never cheated on you once, and she has succeeded in manipulating you— and the proof is so strong as well because the handwriting is identical, and his name is printed.

How the fuck is this even possible? Jungkook grabs his hair out of frustration and pulls on it “yn I love you- I NEVER CHEATED ON YOU!” he’s getting loud as well because you’re just not willing to believe him at all. He has no idea how she got these letters, and she got them from, but he never wrote them.

“I…I did not write the letters! I SWEAR ON OUR CHILDREN’S LIFE.” he grabs the skin of his throat, swearing to God, “ and are you dumb if I wanted to cheat on you I would be really discreet. And really, do you think I would cheat on you with my childhood friend?!”

How can you even believe her? “ and if I wanted to be unfaithful to you, I would’ve never married in the first place. I did so much to have you and you are believing that bitch whore over me. I bounded myself to you and gave you nine children but still. YOU WILL ALWAYS BELIEVE EVERYONE OVER ME. Why am I surprised? I am tired of you. YN. Come with me right now.”

He takes your hand and you both go to the garden, where that woman is still standing and it’s safe to say that both of you are feeling really murderous right now. “HEY YOU STUPID WHORE! Where did you get these papers from because you know damn well that I never wrote them.” Jungkook screams at her before pushing her.

“Tell her the truth before I kill you!”

#ask: tc!jungkook #he’s INNOCENT 😱

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aqueeracademic · 2 years ago

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morse being queer (and other commentary) pt 14:

season 4, episode 2, “Canticle”:

- so far this season isn’t very gay 🫤

- i miss jakes ‼️‼️

- SINGGGGG BITCH

- this music video would be a target pride ad tbh

- don’t even try to say i’m wrong

- wait isn’t this episode super gay?

- IT IS

- omg

- get ready for me to go absolutely ballistic

- character hasn’t even introduced himself yet and we r already seeing his entire ass

- also can this lady stfu?

- “‘kiss me.’” “what?!”

- morse panicking every time theres even a suggestion of physically intimacy is so….

- anyways

- as someone who grew up in colorado, i forget constantly that weed has ever been illegal

- the way morse looks at the younger brother when he meets the band

- clocks the queer and is immediately interested 🥰

- i actually have 0 clue if that’s the gay one i’m just guessing

- “never did anything for me.”

- thursday smokes pot and listens to the grateful dead is my new hc for him

- “you ever tried it?” “i’m a serving police officer!” MORSE U ARE LAME BOO BOO BOO

- “you put enough beer away.”

- TELL EM THURSDAY

- “beer is brain food.”

- YOU TELL EM MORSE

- [i am fully joking. smoking is bad for you, and i would never encourage it under any circumstances. i would also never shame anyone for partaking. i do vouch for the legalization of drugs such as marijuana and shrooms tho. just do what u wanna do!]

- i love summertime because they’re all walking around in just their shirt sleeves 🥰

- thursday and morse just laughing at this lady is so real of them

- the daughter immediately becoming attracted to morse because of how he talks to her mom is the realest shit i’ve ever seen

- i am obsessed with The Wildwood

- like i said in the tiger episode, the episodes where a woman is guilty are always more interesting and this one is the PRIME example

- let’s not pretend like loads of rock songs aren’t based on poetry

- they could have been onto something 🙄🙄

- this band is a bunch of 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

- debryn choking morse ???????

- like okay

- pressing up against his back and shit

- i love these two together

- given the marching band coats they’re all wearing i wanna say this band is supposed to represent the beatles during their sergeant pepper days which had me wondering which of the beatles this writer thinks is gay

- joy pettybon is SO ANNOYING 🙄🙄

- this song is an absolute banger

- so basically the position the gay guy has in the band is the same as john lennon for the most part

- so this writer thinks john is a lil 💅

- and i respect that

- however!

- the english band that was supposed to tour with the kinks and got denied their visas was the Moody Blues so they could be referencing that band also

- THURSDAY IS SO MEAN

- pettybon’s daughter is kinda…

- jk

- free her from this hell tho!

- the way he goes 🤫 at her after she asks him not to tell about the cigarette

- i’m obsessed w him 😭

- the way her talking about homosexuals is not even an outdated argument

- like

- we have not progressed

- props to this guy for standing up for himself and other queer people

- and i hate that nick is the one she said all that homophobic shit to directly

- i know morse hated her ass

- “he’s a pervert” SHUT UR BITCHASS UP

- as a gay, i can guarantee you gay people want nothing to do w ur dirty ass kids

- “it was about love. she said it was dirty. how can love be dirty?” “well if it isn’t then i suspect you aren’t doing it right.”

- HES FUCKING GAY

- this man jessop is talking about writing about the queer experience and wondering how it can be dirty and morse tells him that if it isn’t a little bit then he isn’t doing it right

- that’s like a quadruple entendre

- he’s fucking queer and that line alone proved it to me

- also good on him for telling joy her supporters got violent with jessop

- she’s a bitch

- her performative goodwill-doing is SO ACCURATE

- HOW HAVE WE NOT PROGRESSED???

- oh this bettina girl is a hoe

- good for her!

- morse instinctively straightening up when he decided to have a drink w her 💀💀

- he’s such a whore

- this girl straight up called his life sad because he’s alone 😭😭😭

- like she’s right but goddam girl

- “you seem lonely”

- FINAL STRAW

- death by chocolate is so wild

- the way she catches morse’s eye the day after and he just looks away 😬

- “the threat was made against you. so far as i can see, you’re still here.”

- GO MORSE GO

- the way morse smiles while jessop goes off about pettybon

- and the way that after they accuse him he looks to morse

- people go to morse for comfort in every scenario i hate it here

- OMFG I HATE JOY

- her daughter has NO FRIENDS and sought comfort in an older man via CONVERSATION because her father died and she’s projecting and her mom slaps her across the face for it

- like what the fuck 😀

- i. hate. her.

- the way nick is mourning a lover this entire episode and we don’t know until the very end

- and the way that queer people had to mourn silently for lovers, dead or alive, just because they couldn’t be together

- and people still now have to do that

- i’m sick.

- this is my favorite episode if you couldn’t tell

- combines my two favorite things

- gay people and the 1960s progressive movement via its ties to rock music and bands

- like i live for this shit

- also detectives

- i love a detective

- “comparing his [nick’s] lyrics to james joyce and oscar wilde” AKA TWO QUEER AUTHORS (joyce was only alleged it’s never been proven)

- like how did people not clock him as a homosexual

- tf?

- trewlove is so real for being a serious police officer and genuinely a genius while also being a boy band fan

- the reverend literally shit himself to death

- i’m not laughing 😐😐

- morse listening to rock and roll agenda ‼️‼️‼️

- nah this girl is wild for showing up to his flat

- him letting her in is even crazier

- his face when he says “no more than usual” IM SCREAMING

- why is he so 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

- i’m gonna lose my mind over him

- her asking him if she’s gonna burn in hell and him being like 🫤 like girl he does not believe in hell

- YOU WHAT

- “i love you” GIRL WHAT?????????

- his face

- boy said

- 😮😧

- “there’s someone else” GIRL U WERE NOT EVEN ON THE ROSTER

- “nick wrote it about me”

- girl….

- and then says she’s not allowed to go to the Enchanted Place but fully lets morse go

- like queen

- she looked at nick and said I Know What You Are and then committed murder over it

- so wild!

- PLEASE IM DYING

- bro gets offered a drink and says no SO aggressively

- trying not to catch the sleeping with suspects allegations out here

- nick reaching for his drink the second barry comes up 😭😭

- i feel so bad for this kid 😀 but i’m normal about it i swear 😀

- “don’t you want to expand your mind?” translates directly to “i know ur gay and u should act on it”

- “you ever tried em [mushrooms]?” “only as part of an english breakfast.”

- and then BOTH OF THEM GIGGLING?????

- morse couldn’t help but flirt huh

- i hate him

- and then smiling at him genuinely and asking him about his interests???

- hello.

- PLEASE THE SMILE WHILE NICK EXPLAINS WHATS BEYOND THE DOOR

- AND THE WAY HIS FACE DROPS WHEN NICK SAYS “infinite love”??????

- he figures it out really early on he just didn’t want to out him

- i stand by that

- “there is no shame. no guilt.”

- and morse finally breaks eye contact and looks away??????

- this scene is so inherently queer

- and then nick finally breaking down over barry 😭😭😭😭

- and morse is just not judgmental

- he KNOWS what happened between them 😐 and he won’t out nick 😐

- i’m normal about this episode 😀

- morse refusing to look at her naked 😧 sir i need you to be normal

- “Well, i hope you’ve arrested him. Dudley Jessop. He’s an abomination in the eyes of our lord.”

- “Strangely enough, the police training manual omits to mention abominations.”

- i just want to point out that no one in this entire show defends queer people the way morse does and i feel like it’s really telling

- just like jessop, he stands up for queer people

- they are comparing the two of them

- and they juxtapose him to nick while also making it clear that there’s something similar between them

- like HELLO????

- wake up.

- writing my dissertation about this episode

- anyways ‼️

- “Thankfully, Thursday and I can remember a time when people were decent.”

- the way morse looks absolutely disgusted by her

- i love him

- morse is literally celebrating in his mind when this lady gets arrested

- he’s so fucking happy 💀

- “he’s hiding something.”

- once again, i fully believe that morse KNOWS that nick is queer

- he knows that nick was with barry

- but he refuses to out him

- morse going back to nick’s spot because he knows where he goes to escape is so…

- morse just understands the queer people in this show and i’m obsessed w it

- nick 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- justice for my boy!

- his brother is so real for keeping the girls away from him

- this girl is FUCKED for fully melting his brain to cover for herself

- i hate her

- debryn is awfully aware of the culture surrounding acid 🤨

- anything you’d like to tell us doctor?

- i like thursday referencing cain and abel

- makes u think it might have been the brother’s doing

- but no!

- i love a lil red herring

- morse finding the proof of nick’s relationship with barry 😬

- he can’t keep it on the dl now

- how unfortunate

- always sucks when ur fellow gays are tied up in murder 🙄

- “it was what he deserved.”

- GET HER BETTINA

- saying that someone deserved to die because of how they were “carrying on”???????

- ma’am

- you married a gay man

- it’s as simple as that

- there’s no need for all this hatred

- just divorce and move on there’s no need to drive people to end it all

- “she’ll be back.” “no. she won’t.”

- GET HER THURSDAY!!!!

- trewlove being a fan of boy bands is the ONLY reason morse solved this case so here’s a shoutout to all my boy band girlies out there!

- it’s me. i am the boy band girlie

- morse’s freckles 🥰🥰🥰

- the lemonade was already spiked when he drank it which means that girl was tripping ballsack and speaking completely normally

- good for her

- he drank so much 💀💀💀

- bro is about to meet god

- ope i was wrong

- nick is bisexual

- bisexual awareness!!

- OSCAR WILDE APPRECIATION

- morse being privy to the contents of a book about… actually i won’t say 🤨

- the book is called Justine by de Sade

- if ur curious

- the contents are sensitive tho so be wary

- ANYWAYS

- i always appreciate queer people from that period using oscar wilde as a means of communication or identifying other queer people

- and the fact that morse knows that off the top of his head…

- oh my god

- chris and nick 💀

- what all of you don’t know is that i assumed chris was the gay one at the beginning of the episode because i couldn’t remember which of them was gay

- and i wrote in these notes that it was him

- and then went back and deleted it because i was wrong and it was nick

- BUT I WAS FUCKING CORRECT

- CHRIS IS QUEER TOO

- i’m losing my mind

- just like morse is about to 🥰

- morse having a bad trip is so unfortunate

- it would b interesting to see him have a good trip and change his entire perspective on drugs tbh

- except that he has an addictive personality

- so it’s actually good he had a bad trip and will never even attempt drugs again!

- we won ladies

- his waist is soO SNATCHED

- morse 🥺🥺

- i don’t wanna know what he was hallucinating but yes i do

- because i’m a nosy bitch.

- “he went to hell and back.”

- thursday gets it

- morse in a wife beater agenda‼️‼️🗣️

- “what day is it?” “corned beef.” “it’s friday.”

- I LOVE THEM OH MY GOD

- i hate it here

- there’s no way that pillow is comfy

- why is it up so high

- oh my god he’s so fine

- GOOD FOR YOU BETTINA

- nah joan is foul for calling him and then not saying anything

- absolutely foul.

- to be quite honest i’m not sure i can forgive her after this little plot point

- so for anyone who isn’t privy to tarot card meanings:

- the hanged man, upright, means the person is experiencing sacrifice and martyrdom. this is obviously applicable to morse as he is very self sacrificial. martyrdom is typically defined as suffering or death to obtain sympathy; this can be applied to morse as he is intentionally being made to suffer by the people around him and it is causing people to swarm to him. we will see more of this in the future.

- the lovers, upright, represents duality and union as well as an important relationship. it is interesting that they chose to display this card upright given he keeps losing people he loves and the card in reverse (representing loss of balance and disharmony) would be more fitting. it does mean, though, that he could be seeing a relationship coming into his life that will provide him balance and unity

#this one is so long #but it’s my favorite episode #like in the entire show #i’m obsessed with this episode #i love #gay #people #endeavour #endeavour itv #endeavour morse #morse #itv endeavour

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btscontentenjoyer · 2 years ago

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This is just another example of how Rid makes sure that I can never think of anything other than these two. Because my head is only full of thoughts about them and my heart is only full of love for them.

"But you genuinely did not notice how late it was — between studying and going out for a late night snack alone, time passed. It does quickly when you’re reluctant to go home." :(( Hmmm, it's almost like the situation with her parents has always been bad and the only thing Jungkook does is provide her with shelter from it, not make it worse. Sorry, I'm still a liiiitle salty lmao.

"And then this white button up. Half of said buttons are open anyway… He likes to stroll around like some stupidly self-assured Greek God." 🙄🙄🙄 How annoying of him.

"You wonder what they’d looked like if Jungkook decided to colour them. There’s a tiger lily — its orange would be gorgeous." 🥺🥺🥺 The reminders of how they've changed and how much they've grown.

“Hurting your ego, yeah?” His gaze is nonchalant. His words not so much. “A fragile ego that you have.” Ouch. “Got wounded so easily. Why don’t you trust yourself and others a little more?” Daaamn, he's really hitting all the nerves.

"He groans, and the increase in volume makes you flinch. Hands come up to rub his face red, and he laughs into his palms before he lets them drop again and inquires, “Why are you being so nasty today? We ended up being so friendly with each other.” It is interesting seeing them like this with each other, because we've always seen the soft spot they have for the other so evidently even in the flashbacks, and here they are bickering and she's pretending she hates him.

“The stupid party this summer.” So excited to one day see what happened then!!!

“I can’t afford cheating,” he explains, “so better believe I’m fighting my way through college honestly.” 🥺🥺🥺

“You came because you want me, and that’s driving you crazy.” It’s a bold statement. But it makes you hold your breath. “Because you think about it way too much.” Cocky sexy cmi JK is back aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah (not that he ever stopped being sexy but yk)

“Not because I was cheating,” Jungkook shoots, way too quiet, way too close, “but in whatever fucking situation, I can’t help but think of wanting to rip those clothes off your body.” Your eyes widen, following his finger that gestures between him and you. “We’re two sides of the same coin.” That last bit has always been and will always be so so true.

"The fact that modesty seeps out of him on any other day, shy and liked by his peers, and he never shows off unless he's teasing you… affects you somehow." That's the best combination!!!!!

"Something about you intrigues him, too, and you know it isn’t money — so it’s close to impossible to truly figure out what you’re offering here. You’re not special, after a—" Nooo they were special to each other even back then and that makes me melt. And how truly special they are to each other now... 😭😭😭

“I’ll treat you well… and I’ll let you copy my homework.” That is an amazing offer that nobody should ever refuse lmaoo

"Head empty." Sameeeee

"You ask the first question that your mind conjures, curious but lost as you throw back, “Have you been sleeping with anyone else?”

“No.”

Another answer like a bullet. Immediate, certain." The fact that he was the one who proposed this whole thing because she was somehow special to him and he didn't want other girls, the fact that he reminds her that he doesn't want other girls without fail every single time she doubts it!!! And yet she was still overthinking that exact thing so many times 😔😔😔 I feel so confident that at least in that regard, he would never do her wrong.

"You don’t bother responding to his question; you don’t think he expects an answer. Instead you arch your back, and proclaim, “I’m gonna suck your dick, Jeon Jungkook.” Lmaoooo I love them like this. And it's also such a nice break from the way they are now...

“You should be. Can’t mess with anyone anymore because of this gem you’ve got.” You don’t know whether he sounds angry or overwhelmed by lust. “Will never come across anything better.” Goddamn, he keeps saying shit like that and she still doubts him sometimes??? She reeeeally is a big overthinker then.

“Is that a marriage proposal?” you ask." One day it will be 🥺🥺🥺

"The thought of it… is not too bad. Tempting even. If you gave in now, you’d be stuck in this… thing. But. Can you truly resist?" Nobody can resist Jeon Jungkook, let's be real.

"His words are quiet, eyes sweet yet dangerous when he looks at you again. You wish his thoughts were transparent; you’d love a glimpse into his mind." Ah, she has always felt like that huh. But honestly after cmi 7.5, I would say to be careful what you wish for, because whatever's going on in his mind isn't always very pretty.

"You toy with one of the buttons, blinded by the white shirt, a contrast to the honey chest that’s heaving so prettily. Your gaze is lowered until he tilts up your head with his knuckles, answering, “Look at me.” The descriptions of Kook in this are beautiful by the way.

"And the response he gives is just as unexpected as him — killing all romance of the moment and filling it with unfiltered desire instead, he confesses, “I want to fuck it up.” Of fucking course. This man!!!!!!

"Because your delinquency pulls a grunt out of him, his grip bruising, and you already know you’re in for something sinful when flames ignite in his dark eyes. As harshly as he pleases, he pulls you off of him, throwing you on the bed with flaring nostrils." Daaaaaaaaamn

“And two,” he adds, pushing further in, letting out a broken sound. “You’ve not seen yourself, I think. You’re so motherfucking sexy, I can’t wrap my head around it…” Once again... this man!!!!

“You’re fucking crazy,” you exclaim through gritted teeth, lifting your head, sure he hasn’t heard." I have the same reaction right now because... goddamn, Rid 😳😳😳

"You hate it. You hate that he’s such a puzzle. Never predictable, always doing things you don’t expect." Yeah, that only gets worse tbh 😔😔😔

"That must be your true nature; not the vexing, little brat.

“You’re…” He gulps, stalling for a moment. “You're beautiful.” Well you can't make me go 🥺🥺🥺 at a time like this too, Riddd.

"By the gentle tone alone; even more when he closes into your body, releasing your palm softly. He wraps his fingers around both your wrists and lifts each one next to your head. Once settled, his digits entangle with yours.

And it feels… strangely intimate." Them <3 It always will be with them!!!!!

“Amazing,” you answer, “I just… I’ll cry.”

“Cool.” This. man.

"The truth is that you’re more than okay being here. Other options aren’t as gratifying, and this… he… takes your mind off things. He might be tiresome once in a while, but his place is inviting." Again... always has been and always will be 🥺🥺🥺

“Oh, you don’t need to apologise, baby,” he guarantees, “you were an angel the entire time.” An angel yeah? God, I love them so much 🥺🥺🥺 And I miss seeing them together like this even more 😭😭😭

"And that shuts you up. You don’t hear such a promise every day; and for once, you want someone to take care of you. Not just sexually; but tending to you in any way." That makes me so emotional 🥺🥺🥺 She deserves to be taken care of always.

"He washes your hair for you, insists on taking care of you after the bestiality he made you endure tonight.

With crinkles around his eyes, he forms weird hairstyles with your mane, and then cleans your body cautiously. Changes the water from hot to cold at some point, stepping back, watching you gasp and curse and dance around. Freezing until you’ve turned it hot again." Well, don't make me tear up now... I just... love them so so much.

"You know Jeon Jungkook could enable that if he wanted to. He has the power to. And you can’t allow him that." I'm scared that she'll be back to this mindset after everything that's happened now 😔😔😔

"One last nod, and you leave the warmth of the room. And as you put the distance between him and you, you think that you hate him just a little less now." 💕💕💕Themmmm💕💕💕

Rid, you always manage to freaking ruin me and this time it was in a veeery different way than what you've been doing recently 😳😳😳 The smut you write is freaking immaculate every time!!! I have no idea how you managed to write all of this so quickly but thank you thank you thank you so much for it. I just love seeing them having so much fun together but also the way the trust between them started to build even then. I seriously want to know about every moment they've shared together because they're all so special 🥺🥺🥺 Ah, I love them and you so much <3

colour me in: unhindered | jjk (m)

Summary: Half of him inhabits a beast; the other part is made of colours of suspiciously peaceful gardens. And you, no matter how fierce, will take all of what he grants you.

➳ pairing: Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, college au; fluff, lots of smut ➳ warnings: oof. okay, bickering, oc a bit bitchy at first, jk is a little shit, eating ramen together <3, most of this is smut so… explicit sexual content: oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, cockwarming, sloppy making out, quite a few positions, some spanking, spit, manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names, big dick jk, dom jk, teasing, multiple orgasms, some choking, consent, squirting, he likes her tiddies and ass, praising, some thigh grinding, the good kinda crying, aftercare, showering together <3 ➳ word count: 12.2k ➳ a/n: please ignore how shitty the banner looks LOL i forgot i had to make one :’) but enjoy this piece of filth and let me know your thoughts once you’re done !! ALSO !!! this is part of my series colour me in, but this chapter can fully be read as a stand-alone. no knowledge required, just rivals f*cking !! <3 ➳ listen to: love on the brain by rihanna | full (collaborative) playlist 🤍

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#and just once more for good measure #i love them!!!#jungkook fic recs #ivi reads

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urlocalfroglady · 2 years ago

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now introducing…

Ninjago Miraculous AU

So a lot of the Ninjago lore will still happen, but this au is kind of set in the movie universe (as in, the ninja go to high school and Lloyd didn’t age up with the travelers tea).

Wu is the holder of the miraculous box, because the first spinjitsu master was the one who created it in order to contain all of the powers of the miraculouses (miraculi??). The FSM trusted his sons with the powers of creation and destruction (Wu with creation, Garmadon with destruction) and everything was fine for a while. However, the Overlord managed to steal the butterfly miraculous and akumatize Garmadon. In order to keep the Overlord from getting a hold of the power of creation as well, Wu hid the miraculous box, including the miraculous of creation. Garmadon was able to break free of the Overlord’s grasp for a while, enough time to meet Misako and start a family, but soon fell victim to the akuma again. Garmadon vanished for several years, and Misako supposedly went after him. Neither were around to raise Lloyd, who this AU focuses on.

Lloyd is 16, a sophomore at Ninjago High. He grew up in a boarding school before an old man suddenly appeared and whisked him away to Ninjago City at age 11 to live with him, his biological uncle. It has been years since his father vanished, but Wu tells him that it’s only a matter of time before he shows up again. At the time that this AU starts, Wu gives Lloyd the ladybug miraculous, telling him that he will have to defeat the Overlord and his father in order to bring peace to Ninjago. More and more akumatized people start showing up, so the Overlord must be waiting to send out Garmadon until he’s sure that nothing else will work.

Wu tells Lloyd that he can enlist the help of others who he trusts with a miraculous. Of course, Lloyd immediately turns to his best friend Kai, an 18 year old who is almost a brother to him. Lloyd gives Kai the miraculous of the tiger, one that holds the power of exaltation.

After Kai, Lloyd gives the miraculous of the ox to Cole, who is the same age as Kai. Kai and Cole are very close, and both of them watch over Lloyd.

Lloyd then gives the miraculous of the turtle to Zane, another 18 year old (possibly, Lloyd and the others think something’s odd about him…possibly a robot? haha jk…unless??)

Then, Lloyd gives the miraculous of the monkey to Jay, who is also the same age as the Zane, Cole, and Kai.

Now all of the people in his friend group have a miraculous…

Except Nya, who is actually a lot smarter than the average Ninjago citizen. She immediately realizes that the heroic ladybug superhero is none other than the boy she thinks of as a younger brother. Of course, she knows Kai is the tiger superhero because she walked in on him transforming (he doesn’t know that she knows), and she can’t let her brothers be in danger without being able to help. So, she tracks Lloyd down, follows him to the miraculous box (seriously, how had nobody done this before?) and takes the mouse miraculous. More on this side plot later.

Harumi exists. Lloyd likes her and gives her the miraculous of the bee, she turns out to be evil and wants to help the Overlord. I hate her. (there is no lloyd and harumi relationship and do not tag it either please)

Other characters to expect…

Pixal (I LOVE HER SHE IS MY FAVORITE)

Dareth (I’m so excited for this one. Hint: Dark Owl)

Misako

Skylor (I’m not a huge fan of Kai and Skylor in a relationship so they probably won’t end up together…sorry. But she will still play a pretty big role)

Akita (!!!!baby!!!!)

Morro

Lots of villains as akumatized people

Vania (Same thing as Skylor. But I love her and she is a queen that will probably only be there a couple times but I think a side plot with her would be so cool)

Let me know if you want to hear more about details!! I will post character descriptions later as well as superhero names and outfit designs.

#lego ninjago #lego ninjago movie #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #kai smith #cole brookstone #zane julien #jay walker #sensei wu #ninjago garmadon #pixal borg #miraculous lb #miraculous au #i’m so excited about this AU you guys have no idea #it’s gonna be lit

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itgirlification · 4 years ago

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supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

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“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

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pars-ley · 4 years ago

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hi! i just came across your page the other day and i’ve read all of your drabbles and stories multiple times lol! so for my ask, i would love it if you did a college AU with popularjock!jk and have it be similar to the movie ‘A Cinderella Story’. some angst with smut and a happy ending if possible! oh and bestfriendjimin! as well :) hope this is not too much to request! ily

At the stroke of Midnight

Pairing: Jungkook x f reader

Summary: One popular boy + One 'uncool' girl + One school dance + One necklace left behind = A cinderella story.

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Smut / Cinderella au / A Cinderella story au / comedy / popular jock jungkook / best friend Jimin

Warnings: Suggestive language / sex

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Word Count: 4k

Beta reader: @casuallyimagining

A/N: I am so sorry this has taken me so long! I had no clue about this film, so writing this entailed some research and me watching the movie...twice haha. I really hope I did it justice for you and you enjoy it. Thank you for the request!

"So, what's prince charming saying now that's so much more important than your best friend?" Jimin pouts, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.

You flush slightly. "He wants to meet." Grimacing at the words.

"And that's a problem, why?"

You bury your head in your hands. "Because I'm me and I'm certainly no one special, what if he's disappointed?" You groan, the dilemma churning your gut and making you feel like your breakfast could make a second appearance.

"Hey," Jimin scoots closer to you along the bench and throws an arm around your shoulder. "No best friend of mine gets away with speaking about herself like that. You are lovely, and if he thinks you're anything other than amazing, there's something wrong with him and he needs to be studied in a lab."

You laugh in spite of yourself, hearing Jimin’s words rattle around in your brain, knowing that you should not be this hard on yourself. You lean into his snug embrace.

You open up Tumblr and stare at the conversation between you and @gameoverguk. Your favourite gaming blog you’ve followed for ages, by chance seeing your gaming fan art and following you back was one thing, but conversing with him and finding out that he also attended your school was a completely different matter. Trying to solve the equation of who this mysterious creator might be is harder than you thought. And the way he converses with you, so open and honest and sweet, that had to narrow it down surely?

Something slams into your back, pain immediately in its wake. You and Jimin turn to see the popular boy of your university, Jungkook, gawking at you and his best friend Taehyung in hysterics.

Jimin looks down in the grass behind you at the offending apple and calls, “Hey, watch it guys.”

“Really sorry!” Jungkook calls over, a slight dusting of scarlet across his cheeks but looks like he’s also fighting a laugh. It burns you how someone so smug can still be so handsome, and you hate yourself for even thinking about him in any way other than the airhead jock that he is.

Taehyung jogs over and picks it up, still somewhat amused. “What, didn’t your crystal ball tell you that was gonna happen?” He says to you, loud enough for everyone in a mile radius to hear.

You cringe inwardly, attempting to fight your embarrassment.

“Aren’t you supposed to be one of the top athletes in this university? And you can’t even catch an apple.” Jimin snarks in your defense.

His face drops as he looks like he’s about to take a step towards you both.

“Tae!” Jungkook calls, an air of command in his voice, breaking the tense air as he looks away from you ruefully. Walking off with Taehyung following, eating his apple and laughing between bites.

“Ignore them.” Jimin says sternly. “Speaking of, are you working tonight?”

Your face falls into an unamused expression, as if he even had to ask.

You were working so much you were almost taking residence at your step-mums 'magic shop', as everyone called it.

He smiles at you, his nose wrinkling, and you can’t help your face softening.

“Ok, ok, my bad. Can I swing by later? I need some more incense.”

You shrug, grabbing your bag and chucking it over your shoulder. “Sure. I’d be glad of the company to be honest.”

“Ooooh, maybe we could do a seance?”

You glare at him and head off to class causing his melodious laugh to ring out around you.

Sitting in the bleachers after class, with your sketchpad and pencil, the perfect view of the city line and the departing sun staring back at you, you sketch away. The pencil etching fast across your paper as you manage to block out the sounds of the team practicing and their bodies crashing against each other.

Long after you've lost yourself in your landscape, fingers grey and shiny from shading, you neglect to hear some of the team members leaving, climbing over the seats and headed in your direction. That is until your pad is snatched from underneath you as you frantically grapple for it, without success.

"You know, this isn't where the nerds hang out." Taehyung smirks at his two other buddies, clearly impressed with himself.

You let out a bored sigh. "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize you owned the bleachers." Your words drip with sarcasm.

His face drops and a mean glare spreads across his features as he throws your drawing pad in the air. You watch helplessly as the pages flutter in the wind as it flies away and disappears under the stands.

"Have a nice night." He says quietly, an attempt to be intimidating, as him and his friends leave.

Your veins alight with fury, hands balled into fists at your sides. You wanted to stamp your feet like a petulant child. This isn't fair. Why you?

It's only then you notice Jeon Jungkook standing on the field watching. Embarrassment suddenly extinguishes your angry flames as he breaks your gaze first, walking off under the bleachers. You grab your bag to leave for work before you suffer any more humiliation.

As you reach the last step you yelp with surprise as Jungkook appears suddenly in your view, you manage to steel yourself before tumbling into him.

You stare at him, wishing he'd get on with it and tease you so you can go...but it doesn't come. Instead he hands you your sketchpad, gently dusting off the pages.

You take it, a hesitant, "thanks," ghosts from your lips.

"I'm sorry about him." He says quietly.

You shrug. "Not your fault, I guess."

Seconds tick by as you both stare awkwardly at each other, unsure what else could be said.

"You're pretty. I-I mean, it-it's pretty." He stammers, tapping the unfinished sketch in your book. "You're very talented."

Your cheeks flush an undignified fuchsia as you duck your head slightly, letting your hair hide you. "Thank you."

He offers you a weak smile before giving you a halfhearted wave and jogging off across the field, leaving you watching his back, perplexed at the exchange you've had.

You stare at your messages, every moment he can see you're online and not replying makes your cheeks flush crimson and makes your mind run frantic.

Meet me at the Happy Holidays dance.

Could you?

It’s the first holiday dance your university has put on--one you had no intention of going to, because you frankly didn't need the added teasing from the popular kids. It is a masquerade ball however, so no one had to know it was you, you could fall pleasantly under the radar.

Were you really considering this?

What did you have to lose? You can hide behind the comfort of your mask. If he discovers it's you, it's his problem if he doesn't like that, Jimin is absolutely right.

Ok. Where will I find you?

You press send and chuck your phone down, throwing your head in your pillow to scream. Did you actually just do that!? No taking it back now, it's out there.

When you hear your text tone sound you scramble quickly back to it.

By the old sundial outside. At 10.00?

You grin dorkishly at your phone, typing a quick reply.

Sure. See you then.

You call your number one speed dial, two rings in and Jimin's voice sounds.

"I was just going to call you, how strange. Listen, do you remember that time I-?"

"I'm in need of some urgent assistance. I just agreed to go to the holiday dance!"

He cackles excitedly on the other end. "I'll be right over!"

As you step out of Jimin's car you have to lift your ice blue dress up to avoid the floor...and tripping. How Jimin pulled this costume together in time, you'll never know, he's taking that secret to the grave.

You swallow the nervous lump in your throat and adjust your matching lace mask, making sure it's comfortable.

"Ok, go get him tiger." He roars, as he swipes a clawed hand in front of you.

You giggle at his silly antics and take a deep breath before giving him a final nod and heading into the dance.

From the moment you walk in, you want to go home. This is a bad idea. He won't be interested when he finds out it's really you.

You have no time to continue your anguished thoughts as you get swept up in the crowd, fighting your way through to grab a drink. Standing to the side and surveying everyone's costumes, noticing a lot of dark or bright colour choices, you being one of the only people in a pale colour, making you stand out more. Something you were definitely hoping to avoid.

A few songs later and the clock in the hall catches your eye, noticing you had fifteen minutes until you meet your mystery man.

You head outside, footsteps echoing along the cobbled floor, and see that the outside is empty save for a few smoking and talking.

You get to the large, metal sundial and wait. Stomach churning from the butterflies that swarm wildly inside.

"Blue hour artist?" You hear your Tumblr tag spoken behind you and freeze.

You're about to meet him, come face to face with the person who understands you more than anyone, who opens up to you in ways most people wouldn't and who's creativity knows no bounds.

You turn slowly, not knowing who to expect but definitely not who you're faced with.

"Jeon Jungkook!? You're 'game over guk'?" You ask, your mouth popped open in shock.

He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, "that's not fair, you're wearing a mask. How will I know who you are?"

You stare at him, trying to find words to answer his question, but the fact that it's him stood before you blows you away.

How could this be? The person you've been talking to online is the complete opposite to Jungkook and yet, here he is, one and the same.

"You'll h-have to guess." You try to get yourself together.

His mouth stretches into a toothy smile. "Ok, how about we play '21 questions' to help me guess?"

You nod, playing with your fingernails out of nerves.

"Do you want to sit down?" He asks, looking over at one of the benches.

"Um, no, I'd rather walk, if you don't mind?"

"Oh, sure." He agrees eagerly and you head off down the pathway around the building.

A few awkward side glances between the two of you and he finally asks, "Do we have any classes together?"

"No."

"Ok, narrows it down slightly."

You take this opportunity to look at what he's wearing and he's every part the Prince charming. In a white satin shirt, with light blue trousers and a one shoulder half capelet to match, complete with silver, trim detail. Surprisingly similar to your choice of dress, what a strange coincidence.

"You take art I assume?" He asks, into the comfortable silence.

You nod. "That's an obvious one." You refer to your Tumblr page full of your fan art and projects.

He smiles bashfully and your stomach flips at the sight, feeling like a true-life Disney princess with heart eyes and birds singing above your head.

"I don't know many girls in art." He admits,

"Ok, what about outside uni, do you go to any popular hangouts?"

Your cheeks flush, knowing you're admitting how dorky and uncool you are. "Nope."

"Ok, harder than I thought." He laughs, revealing his perfect teeth again. "Do you have a job?"

Nodding again, you play with the hem of your lace sleeve, channeling your nerves into the action.

As you're about to answer, your heel gets stuck in between the paving stone, causing you to buckle. Panic strikes you. You cannot fall over and embarrass yourself! Not when finding out who you are will be embarrassing enough. Luckily, you steady yourself against a nearby lamppost before falling on your face but at the cost of leaving your shoe stuck in the ground.

You tuck your leg up under your dress, steadying yourself against the street light, directly underneath the assaulting brightness, illuminating you like a spotlight.

Jungkook rushes over to your lonesome blue stiletto and retrieves it before crouching on one knee in front of you.

You stare at him, eyes wide and alarmed by his sudden closeness as he holds out your shoe in the most sincere way.

You bring your foot down and arch it back into its rightful holster. As you do, his fingertips graze your ankle, sending a flush of heat cascading up your body and neck, stopping only at your hairline.

He lingers there, looking up at you with huge doe eyes, but with a severe intensity you've never noticed from him before.

His fingers skate up your leg slightly as he rises, sending a delicious shiver through you. His fingers tips hint at your hand, you yearn to reach out and hold it, as he stands mere centimeters away from you. His intoxicating scent swirling around you like your own personal hurricane, taking your composed state and tearing through it, leaving it whimpering weakly on the ground. His face is too close to yours and yet not close enough. You feel feverish from his proximity and yet you need him closer to sate your heat.

Your breast vibrates from the aggressive pounding of your heart. Having him here on his knees in front of you, something not even acceptable in your wildest dreams and yet, here he is.

The person you've gotten to know so well, such a contrast to the person you've seen around campus. But then again, he seems to like the person he's gotten to know too, maybe he won't be as disappointed when he realises who you are? Maybe you can kid yourself into thinking that.

A chiming sounds in the distance, barely there and yet it creeps further into your subconscious.

"Your phone is ringing." He whispers, his breath tickling your face, as his eyes still blaze into yours.

'My phone. My phone? Oh, my phone!' Your muddled thoughts clear themselves enough for you to understand his words. You pull it out of your little silver handbag and see Jimin's number on screen.

"Hello?" You ask, staring dreamily at Jungkook who is rooted firmly in his spot.

"Ok, I apologise if you're throat-deep around prince charming’s dick but I really need to make it home before midnight so my dad doesn't turn me into a pumpkin...and by that I mean, pounded, pulped and pressed into pumpkin pie."

You snap out of it suddenly, realising Jimin's words and not wanting him to get in trouble because of you. "Of course. I'm coming, right now."

Jungkook's eyes flit back to reality with a deep frown. His hand clasps yours as you hang up and tuck your phone back into your bag. Your legs, already moving towards the front entrance where he would be waiting.

"Wait," Jungkook's pleading pierces right into your chest, feeling your resolve bubble up to the surface, enticing you to stay and see where the night takes you. But you don't.

"I can't, I have to go." You say, gently slipping your hand from his and jogging elegantly to the front parking lot.

When you see Jimin's dads silver Rolls Royce, you're suddenly eager to get in and share your news.

"So...did you meet him!?" An excited Jimin shakes your arm as you close the door behind you.

"Yes. You will never guess who he is." You fasten your belt and Jimin pulls off quickly, both of you wincing as he narrowly misses a barrier post on the way out of the campus.

"Who?"

You smile to yourself, heart fit to burst. "Jeon Jungkook."

Jimin's foot taps on the brakes, lurching you forward.

"I'm sorry. What?" He turns to you, eyes wider than you've ever seen them. "As in, popular boy, sex god Jungkook?"

You scoff. "Who told you he was a sex god?"

"I'm making assumptions. I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." He grins as he elbows you in the ribs and sets off driving you home, while excitement rapidly blooms inside you.

You dropped your necklace.

You read the words over and over, unsure what your response should be. You needed that necklace. The simple silver chain holding the tiny teardrop pearl. It was all you had left of your dad. When he died, your step-mother sold most of his things, including gifts he bought for you. This was your last, most cherished item. The only reason you were allowed to keep it is that you were wearing it at the time and you haven't taken it off since. Losing it had your chest aching. You stared at Jungkook's last message until sleep over took you.

Monday morning. Eyes gritty and burning, you wake to the sea of sleep trying to entice you back to its darkening depths but you fight your fluttering eyelids and get ready for a new day.

How are you going to look at Jungkook now? You should tell him who you are. Yes, you'll do that and get your necklace back and it'll be happily ever after.

Only it won't.

From your experience happily ever after doesn't happen for most people, even accomplished, brilliant, beautiful people. You're entirely average and ordinary, why would it happen for you?

By the time you get to campus, your manic mind has been changed numerous times. You decide to wait until you see him, which you spend every moment of your arrival scanning the faces that pass you.

"Hey, hey, Jelly Bean. Looking for me?" Jimin's cheerful face comes into full view, distracting you.

He's clearly unimpressed with whatever expression you're portraying currently, as he pouts and turns to the sea of faces. "Clearly, I no longer matter, now you've got big dick Jungkook."

You hush him loudly, looking around to ensure there were no listening ears. "Firstly, I'm begging you, stop talking about his dick and secondly, stop being stupid."

He laughs at your stressed rant. "Ok, ok, jeez. Is he meeting you this morning?"

Your body tenses, knowing, already hearing the lecture he's about to scold you with.

"You didn't tell him, did you? He still has no idea it's you!?" He sighs, throwing his hands in the air dramatically, typical Jimin fashion. "I swear to god...If you don't tell him, I will."

Your head snaps over to him as you walk side by side into the building, glaring menacingly in his direction. "You wouldn't dare."

He shrugs. "Try me, scaredy cat."

You huff and scrub at your tired eyes. "Let me just get through my classes then we shall discuss this."

He laughs as he tussles your hair and heads off in the opposite direction.

Your day passes fairly quickly, even though your struggle to stay awake during lectures only grows.

You do not see Jungkook, which is not unusual as you're not even in the same wings of the building most of the time.

Jimin's frantic waving has you puzzled as a deep frown creases your brow as you walk towards him, his jumping and pointing most unusual. It's only when you see a set of hands directly in front of you and feel your necklace land on your chest as it's draped across your collar bones, that you stop in your tracks.

Those hands, warm at the back of your neck and a mouth next to your ear saying, "I told you I'd look after it and return it." Unmistakably Jungkook's voice whispers in your ear making you quiver.

When his hands are gone you look down and find relief washing over you with the familiar feel of your necklace, having felt bare and empty without it.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages?" He asks, stepping in front of you with a big bunny smile.

Wide eyed with shock, your mouth gapes open with the slow realization that he is, in fact, talking to you. "How-how did you…" Words fail you as you frantically think of any way you might have let slip your identity but coming up empty.

"How did I know it was you?" He asks, mouth pulled on one side in a smile. "When you dropped your necklace as you left the dance, I recognized it instantly. "

"Wh-what?" You squeak out. You attempt to swallow your confusion enough to form a coherent sentence. "On what planet would someone like you notice anything about someone like me."

A look of hurt flashes across his face, almost as if you'd slapped him as he takes a step towards you, a hair's width away now. "How could I not notice you? You're beautiful and smart, you don't follow the crowd and you're kind to everyone, I've noticed everything the last two years. I've just never spoken to you properly because….well...what do I have to offer someone like you, with endless talents and interests, a charming personality to boot and just when I think that's all there is, I discover something else about you. I'm just the school jock, popularity gets me opportunities, I don't have to work hard for anything...I feel...inferior to you. Worthless."

Your heart aches, hearing the words you feel escaping his mouth. How could that be possible? How on earth could he be so utterly mistaken, so completely wrong about himself?

"But gameoverguk is nothing like that person you're describing. If that's truly who you are?" You question quietly.

He nods, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to him.

"Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook, I'm a gamer geek, I'm good at sports, I enjoy bike rides on the weekend and finding new food spots and I'd really like to take you out sometime...if you'll let me."

You feel your lips stretch into an undeniable grin. "Nice to finally meet you Jungkook. I'd love to."

As you aim the plastic machine gun, keeping it steady in your armpit and pointed towards the screen, you and Jungkook race through the game, taking down your enemies at every chance. When your team name, "Blue Hour Gamer" flashes in neon letters on screen as the winners, your hollering and hooting fill the arcade.

You don't even care that people are watching, not when you jump up and high five each other or when that high five turns into a hug, or when that hug very quickly turns into a kiss. You don't care.

You pull away quickly, embarrassment finding its way to dust your cheeks scarlet. Until you feel his hand press your lower back to him, your bodies crushing together and moving in perfect sync, making their own rhythm and inviting you to sing with it.

Heat blazes inside you like a wildfire, capturing everything else in its path and turning into thoughtless ash in the wind. Nothing else mattered, just him, his lips against yours, his hands on your skin, caressing so gently and yet setting your skin aflame.

Before you knew it, you were at his small, studio apartment, realising you had no clue he lived alone but thankful for that just the same.

When your back finds the bed, you sink into it, disappearing into a cloud of euphoria as he roams your body, slow and meaningful. Every touch makes you feel things you never have before, and every movement brings you closer to the edge of the precipice.

The way his mouth feels on you as he explores your body sends sparks of electricity racing through you. The way he feels inside you with each perfect, controlled movement lights you up like the sunrise after dark, warming you with its rays as you stare off the cliff edge and brace yourself for the impact. His hand caresses your cheek as he looks deeply into your eyes, something so sweet and pure in the action that your chest swells with emotion. His forehead touches yours as he moves in perfect time with your pounding heart. Suddenly you're falling, everything going past in a rush before crashing onto a sea of ecstasy, writhing and moaning until your climax subsides and his has joined in unison.

A tender kiss on your head, his arm winding around you, pulling you to him and encasing you in the perfect safety net is enough. Maybe he'll be your happily ever after, after all.

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20moonchild21 · 4 years ago

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𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵𝘁 [𝗯𝘁𝘀]

⇉ 𝗰𝗵𝗽𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 17

[pairings]

JK x female!oc, Bunny!JK x human!female!oc, Jin x female!oc, Leopard!Jin x human!female!oc, Jimin x female!oc, white Tiger!Jimin x human!female!oc, Taehyung x female!oc, black Tiger!Taehyung x human!female!oc, Hobi x female!oc, Fox!Hobi x human!female!oc, Namjoon x female!oc, Wolf!Namjoon x human!female!oc, JK x Jin x Jimin x Taehyung x Hobi x Namjoon x female!oc

[warnings]

none

[words]

4.0k

[author]

It has been a long time, but I am back now, and I am more than excited to start updating Sehnsucht again!

I hope you you all checked out the story of my lovely friends @starlightauroras-main. Inferiority complex is super cute story about Hybrid!Jimin. Please, check it out!

I also hope that you like this chapter. Almost all Boys have entered the story yet, only Yoongi is missing. But it still needs a little while until he will be arrive. 🤭

Stay healthy and safe!

Mꨄ

[chapter 16 ||| chapter 18]

Hobi watched in amazement how the girl’s hand was sliding over the piece of fabric back and forth, turning it upside down and back up, before laying it on the table and smoothing it.

“Look.” She said proudly, as she held up the once ripped shirt. “It’s like nothing has happened.”

Despite all the advantaged that came with being a Hybrid, like having extra sensitive senses, there were also more than enough disadvantages too. Especially, when he had never had such expensive clothes to know how to handle them the right way. He had tried to find the right way out for his arms and head but ended up with his head and arm in one hole, which obviously had been too much for the fabric.

At first, he had been scared to tell someone about this accident. Not just because he had felt embarrassed, but also because he had been scared to upset someone to whom the clothes belonged. Sadly, he was like an open book to read for everyone, so Jin had noticed pretty fast that something had been odd with the fox Hybrid. When Hobi had finally told him what happened, Jin began to laugh warmly, telling him that no one would be mad at him.

When Hope had come home from her work, Hobi had bundled up all his courage to tell her all by himself, hoping that she would react in the same way as Jin. Indeed, she had smirked a little bit when he had told her the story, but she quickly had offered him her help to fix the shirt. His old owner would have never reacted in such a kind way.

When he was younger, the man who owned the circus had bought him from the people who had bred him in their laboratories. He brought the small fox boy all the way over to America, just to lock him up in a cage there. But Hobi had never complained though. After all, the man had offered him a place to sleep and something to eat every day.

But of course, he had also been a curious child back then¸ wanting to explore his surroundings and borders. That had often brought him in troubles, leaving him more often locked up in his cage than he had planned. At some point, he had learnt that it was only him who brought himself in such position and from that day on, he had just kept following the rules like he was supposed to do.

Hope meanwhile had put a small, wooden box on the table that was filled with all kinds of needles, threads and other supplies one could need for sewing. He had not even needed to wait long, because as soon as the girl had been sitting, she had already been fixing the small rip in the shirt.

While she had been worked concentrated on the blue piece of fabric, Hobi had grabbed himself a small piece of fabric out of the box as well, trying to copy her movements. Obviously, he was not as talented as her.

“Wow.” He stunned, as he laid his own piece of work down and reached out for the shirt. “I can’t even see where the rip was. Where did you lean this, Hope?”

The girl smirked slightly, while she cleaned the table.

“I was a pretty wild child.” She told him, reaching up to put the sewing box up onto the shelf on the wall. “I always came home with a lack in my trousers. At some point, my mother was tired to fix all my clothes, so she taught me to fix them myself.”

Hobi head the sadness in her voice when she talked about her mom. Beside the picture of her on Jungkook’s favourite wall, Hobi had never seen Hope’s mother in person, so he guessed that she probably was missing her much.

“Your mom was a pretty good teacher then.” He smiled widely at the girl. “Maybe she could visit us some day, so you can show her how well you fixed my shirt.”

If it was possible, the girl’s expression dropped even more, while she clutched her hands onto the mug in front of her. Hobi immediately regretted what he just had said.

“I don’ think that she will be visiting us some day.” She said, as she sadly smiled at the confused boy. “My mom died a few years ago, you know?”

Hobi sunk his ears low when he heard her words. He had never had a mom or a dad, but he could imagine the pain the small girl was feeling right now.

“I am sorry.” He just whispered, not wanting to say anything else to make her sad.

“It’s okay.” Hobi watched, as the girl’s mouth suddenly pulled up. “You know, I like thinking about her. She was a wonderful and strong woman. When I was younger, I always wanted to be like her. She was kind and courteous to everyone, even to Hybrids. She taught me to respect every living, because all of them have a soul and feelings. I am sure she would have loved to meet you guys.”

Hobi could clearly imagine the woman Hope was describing him, because it fit perfectly on the description of Hope. He was glad that her mom had taught Hope all those things, because only she was the reason, he now had a safe place to stay.

“I would have loved to meet your mom. She sounds like a wonderful person.” He carefully spoke, as he reached over and grabbed the girl’s hand that was loosely laying on the table.

It was the very first time that Hobi had made such a big step and actually touched the human girl. Her smaller hand felt so warm and soft, almost fitting perfectly into his bigger hand. It also felt different from when he was touching Jin’s or Jungkook’s hand. He had never felt those little sparkles when touching one of the boys, but he liked it though. Hope gladly accepted this small way of physical affections, squeezing his hand back.

“Diner was so delicious, Jin.” Hope smiled at the older boy, before she put her plate into the sink and kissed the boy’s forehead. “Thank you for that.”

Jin stayed in the kitchen to do the dishes, while Hope walked back into the living room where the other boys were already waiting for her. They all had bombarded her with questions since she had been home again, and now they were waiting for their answers.

“Hope!” Jungkook’s ears were standing up high in the air, as he petted the spot next to him on the sofa, gesturing for her to sit down there.

As soon as her bum met with the soft fabric, the bunny had already laid his head down in her lap, while from the other side, Taehyung was now leaning his head onto her shoulder.

For the next hour, they asked her questions over questions about everything that had happened at work. They asked her about all the Hybrids she had met, about the people she would be working with and about thousands of other things that sometimes made her smirk, because sometimes they were like little kids.

When she told them about the wolf Hybrid, Namjoon, the room suddenly felt silence. All of the boys sitting around her knew fully how that poor boy felt and what he was going through.

“He must be so scared.” Jimin said, wrapping his tail around himself, as Jungkook wrapped his arm around the smaller one’s shoulder. “I wish we could help him somehow.”

The bunny kept Jimin in his arms for a little while longer, before he suddenly jumped up and ran down the hallway towards his room. Hope looked confused at Jin, who was also just shrugging his shoulders. After a few seconds, the slamming of the bunny’s bedroom door rang through the apartment, and Jungkook came running back into the living room.

“Here.” He stopped in front of Hope and held out one of his favourite Hobbit books towards her. “You can give him my favourite book. Maybe he will like it, too.”

“But, Jungkook.” Hope gasped at that sweet gesture of Jungkook, before she stood up and took the book out of his hand. “You love that Hobbit book.”

“Yeah, I do.” The bunny scratched his neck, as his cheeks turned red. “But I – I read it so many times that I can’t count them anymore. I just think that he has absolutely nothing and maybe he will feel more comfortable if he would have something he likes.”

Hope was absolutely touched by Jungkook’s gesture. She knew how much he loved that book and how sad he had been when he had almost given it away a few months ago. She had always known that he had a very big heart when it comes to other people he cared for.

“I will give it to him. Thank you, Kookie.” She whispered, as she stood on her tippy toes and hugged the taller boy tightly, before pressing him a big kiss on his cheek.

“Okay, guys.” Jin announced, looking at his watch just to realized that it was already late at night. He yawned and stretched his arms, tail and ears out at the same time, which looked pretty funny. “I will go to bed. I am pretty tired. Goodnight.”

He went around and gave Taehyung and Jimin a linger hug, Jungkook and Hope a kiss and Hobi a lovely pet on his head, before he went into his room. Next were Taehyung and Jungkook who wanted to play a few more video games in the tiger’s room, and also Hobi stated that he would go to bed, leaving only Jimin and the girl back.

The white tigers sat shyly at the edge of the couch, with his tail wrapped around his legs and a slight shade of red on his cheeks. He looked up at the girl for a second, before he carefully moved closer towards her on the sofa. When he was close enough, he carefully put his head on her shoulder and laid his tail in her lap for the very first time.

“Do you think you can help that wolf in your company.” Jimin carefully asked her, as she begin to stroke his fluffy tail.

“I hope I can.” She whispered back, leaning her head onto his. “But he needs to trust me in the first place, and this needs a little more time, you know?”

Jimin just hummed at her answer.

“I think he is lucky to have you as his lawyer now.” He suddenly smiled. “I know you will safe him, just like you saved us.”

Hope closed her eyes for a moment, thinking back at the time where she first met Jimin and Taehyung. Both tigers had definitely brought some changes into that family, but in a good way of course. Suddenly, she remembered the conversation from earlier, when Namjoon had asked her about their adoption.

“Jimin.” She mumbled into his thick hair. “There is something I want to ask you. You know, Taehyung and you have been living here for a few weeks now, and I think the both of you fit in in our crazy home pretty well. If you would be okay with it, I would like to adopt you and your brother.”

Immediately, Jimin’s head shot up from her shoulder. He looked with wide eyes at the girl, before he nodded wildly and threw himself onto the her, hugging her tightly and whispering ‘thank you’ a thousand times. This sudden movement caused both of them to fall over and fully onto the couch. When both young adults realized in which position, they were now in, with the girl on her back and Jimin over her, they both turned bright red.

“I am – “

“Sorry.”

They both stuttered at the same time, before they broke out in a laugher together. Hope looked up into Jimin’s eyes when she had calmed down again. From the first day, Hope had adored those beautiful, dark orbs that would form into halfmoons when he was laughing or smiling. Slowly, she brought her left hand up towards his thick hair, driving it towards the back of his head and back towards his cheek.

Her heart was pounding in her chest like crazy, when Jimin’s face came closer and closer, until their noses were touching each other and their lips just inches apart. They stayed like that for another few seconds, before the boy was the first to make the move forward.

The kiss was shy but full of emotions. They lips stayed still on each other, before Hope carefully started to move. After a few seconds, Jimin also began to press his lips on her stronger and braver, before, after a few minutes, they both ran out of breath and let go of each other.

Hope didn’t know if it was possible that her face was even redder now, but before she had the chance to say something stupid that could ruin the moment, Jimin pushed himself off the sofa and pulled her with him.

She gasped slightly from the sudden movement but giggled at the same time when Jimin pulled her close towards his chest in the middle of the living room. She leant her head against the white tiger’s chest, while Jimin wrapped his arms and tail around the smaller girl. The pair was now standing in the middle of the living room, rocking slightly from side to side, doing some twists and turns from time to time.

“When did you learn to dance?” Hope whispered into the comfortable silence.

“I watched a video on the YouTube today.” He whispered back, rubbing his nose against her hair. “One day, I want to take you out on a dance date, you know?”

Surprised by the tiger’s words, Hope lifted her head and looked into Jimin’s eyes. Never in her life had someone wated to take her out on a date, and the fact that Jimin was asking her out in his cute, innocent way, let her heart swell with pride a love.

“I would love to go on a dance date with you, Jimin.”

“Okay, I don’t know what you did or how you did it but somehow, you got Namjoon to talk to you – willingly?” Laura was walking next towards the smaller girl down the hallways of the company. Hope just nodded proudly, clutching the book Jungkook had given her for Namjoon tightly under her arm. “And now you want to give him – a hobbit book?”

She looked confused at the book and then back up at Hope.

“Yes, Jungkook thought it would be a nice gesture to give him that.” Hope simply replied. “I think Namjoon just needs time. He will talk to us at some point.”

Laura hummed in response, before she cocked her eyebrows up and began to smirk slightly.

“Is Jungkook your boyfriend?” She teased the smaller girl.

Hope’s face immediately went red. Though both of them had already kissed, they never decided on what their relationship would change after that. There were also the other boys that Hope had takin inside her heart.

“I – no.” She just smiled, her face still red. “He is my – Hybrid – at home. We – “

“You have a Hybrid at home?” Laura suddenly stopped walking, before she grabbed Hope’s shoulder and turned her around so she could face the taller girl.

“I even have 5 Hybrids home.” Hope almost didn’t dare to say it out loud, not knowing how to interpretate Laura’s facial expression.

“You have 5 Hybrids home?!” Laura’s voice was now loudly bouncing through the hallways, before she began to smile widely. “Girl, you are crazy, but I love it! I think you will achieve great things in that world, Hope.”

Hearing those words from someone who already had much more experiences than her made Hope proud. She wanted people to see that there was no need to be a superhero or to be powerful to change something. Everyone who had the will can change something, everywhere and every time.

Together, both girls took the same way as the previous day until they reached the interrogation rooms. Laura told her that she would wait outside, not wanting to inhibit the progress Hope had achieved the previous day.

Taking a last deep breath, Hope carefully knocked at the door, before she pushed it open and entered the door towards the interrogation room. Like the previous day, Namjoon was standing at the window with his back turned towards the door. He didn’t turn around when she entered the room, but Hope could clearly see his ears twitching into her direction for the split of a second.

“Good morning, Namjoon.” She calmy said, before making her way around the table. “How are you feeling this morning.”

The boy didn’t reply though. He just kept looking outside the window. It was one of those beautiful winter mornings in New York. The sun was just rising behind the skyline of the big city, flowing the streets with it’s warm and golden sun beams. The small park that had been created between the big building of the company and the smaller building where the clients were living was shining with all kind of golden colours.

When she looked at the boy’s profile, she could clearly see that he was looking at that scenario outside as well. But in difference to her, he was not looking like would be amazed. He was yearning for seeing the world outside and not just through a window.

Suddenly, Hope remembered the small gift that Jungkook had asked her to give to Namjoon. She carefully pulled the book from under her arm and placed it on the window sill, before pushing it into Namjoon’s direction. The tall boy noticed her gesture and looked confused from the small book upwards to the girl.

“The boys at home wanted me to give you this.” She told him. “It’s Jungkook’s favourite book, but he said that you can have it. Maybe if you are bored you can try and read it. It’s pretty good.”

Namjoon was now looking with wide eyes at the girl in front of him, as he wrapped his tail tightly around his right leg.

“You told your Hybrids about me?” He cocked an eyebrow up.

“Yes, I told them about you.” Hope carefully replied, no sure if he was okay with it or not. “I mean – I just told them that I was working with you from now on, nothing more. We are a family, you know? We tell each other everything.”

The wolf Hybrid sunk his ear down, before he whispered a small ‘thank you’ and turned his attention back towards the morning sun, sighing slightly. The room fell back into silence, as both young adults were looking out of the window again.

Hope noticed that Namjoon was still trying to process everything that had happened since the previous day, but she would give him all the time he needed, even if that meant that they would both spend the whole day with just looking out of the window.

“I sometimes whish that I just could walk out of this room like you do.” He suddenly stated after a few minutes of silence. “But I can’t. I need to stay here and wait for the day they lock me away.”

Like the previous day, Namjoon’s voice sounded tired and powerless, without any hint of emotions.

“We could go outside – “ She said back, but Namjoon was already shaking his head.

“No.” He cut her off in her mid-sentence. “People don’t trust me. They would never let me walk around just like that and if, I need to wear those stupid hand cuffs and foot locks.”

Before his could voice get louder, Namjoon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His hands were holding onto the window sill tightly, as if he was trying really hard to not burst out. Hope was shocked by all those bad emotions he obviously carried inside himself.

She didn’t want to make him feel like she would pity him. That was not what he needed right now. He needed to realize that there were people on this world who truly wanted to help him, and that one of those people was already standing in front of him. Hope excused herself, before she quickly walked towards the door and peeked her head outside, gesturing for Laura come closer.

“Did you make any progress?!” She whispered-screamed, as she excitingly stepped closer.

Hope took a glance back at the boy, who was still looking outside the window. Maybe he was not looking into their direction, but Hope saw that he had his right ear turned towards the door.

“You can talk normally, Laura. There is no need to whisper.” Hope said in a normally volume, leaving a red shade on Laura’s face. “I wanted to ask you something. Is there a chance that Namjoon and I can take a walk across the site without him wearing any cuffs?”

Laura looked at the smaller girl in shock, before she snapped out of her state, shaking her head carefully.

“I am sorry.” She said. “But he showed aggressive behaviour. I wish I could change that, but it is not in my hands.”

Hope sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. Namjoon would never open up while being locked in that small room.

“Can’t you call your boss, please?” She tried again. “It would be just for a little while.”

“Hope, I can’t just call him and – “

“Laura, please. I take the full responsibility.” The blonde girl was almost begging Laura by now.

The two girl kept staring at each other for another few seconds, before Laura gave in first and sighed heavily. She hesitantly took her phone out if her purse and dealt her boss’s number, giving Hope a playfully angry look, before she energetically discussed with him for a few minutes. Luckily for the blond haired girl, their boss was a nice man, so he allowed her and Namjoon to leave the building.

Of course, with his extra sensitive ear Namjoon had already heard what you had asked Laura. He hesitated at first, not moving when Hope held the door open for the both of them. His eyes flickered between the window and the open door, before he carefully made his way around the table, his tail still wrapped around his leg.

The walk through the company was silent, but Hope felt the tension falling from the taller boy’s shoulders, until they finally reached the door that lead them outside. The fresh air hit the girl’s face when she took the first step outside. Even though winter had already begun, the morning sun was warming the air up, making it comfortable to walk around.

When Hope turned her head to look at Namjoon, she saw him doing the same. He had closed his eyes, letting the sun warming his face up and taking deep breath of the clean air. Hope knew that it seemed like a simple thing to just take a walk outside, but she had learnt from all her boys that she had taken those simple things for granted for too long.

Nothing she had done or what she had ever possessed in her life was normal for all people around the world. Maybe she had been lucky so far, but also she needed to be thought that ever moment in life needed to be appreciated, because other people didn’t have the luck like she did.

That day, there were no other words spoken between Namjoon and the girl. Just the situation as its own was enough to make another development in their relationship towards each other. They were just able to enjoy the moment together. No pressure, no words, no worries.

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years ago

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i’m little doubtful about jikook lately bc no content would you be a doll and reassure me 🤒

Sure, Nonie!

Now, I can't reassure you that they are a couple because I don't have proof of that.

But even though it's been a really, really rough year (especially for Jimin), they've shown us they still care for each other.

Here's what I recall:

There were some sweet moments in the Seoul concert, like hugs and touching each other's necks with cold hands and Jungkook bowing his head so Jimin could straighten his bangs and Jungkook whispering (probably nothing) into Jimin's ear to make him laugh.

There was being together on the couples' holiday of White Day, at the restaurant with friends, where Jungkook wore Jimin's hat with Jimin's name on it.

EDITED TO ADD: Jimin got moons tattooed down his spine. Later, Jungkook got his tiger tattoo covered up and has what appears to be a sun/eclipse tattoo, which hints at their sun-and-moon-duo ship name.

Before the Grammy's, there was Jungkook running to Jimin's room after quarantine, where Jimin exclaimed "JUNGKOOK-AH!" and they embraced.

During the Grammy's, they reassured each other in their in-ears not to be nervous, and playfully touched their shoes together during Trevor's bit, and Jungkook and Jimin shared an inside joke in the Vlive afterward about the champagne tasting bitter (a line from a show they both watched).

At the hotel in Vegas, on Instagram, Jungkook straight up said to a fan: "Keep being jealous; I'll keep holding Jiminie."

EDITED TO ADD: When an Army asked Jungkook how to impress their crush, his response was exactly what happened in Jikook's TOKYO trip: hold hands, eat food, go to an amusement park.

There was the Vegas Concert, where Jungkook squeezed Jimin's ass and screamed "I LOVE YOU!" into his face and gave him finger-hearts and possessively grabbed his waist to spin him around and carried him out of the stadium like a bride. They went back to the hotel in the same car all four nights, and for at least two nights were reported going to a Korean BBQ place, at least once sitting off alone together, drinking and singing songs to each other.

There was the Vegas Vlive, when Jungkook and Jimin spoke softly to each other and shook hands while discussing their (somewhat ruined) joint-diet and exercise plans (because Jimin ate and had hurt his foot). Jungkook walked in the room and immediately and silently tapped Hobi right off the sofa so he could take his place to sit next to Jimin. Then he slapped Jimin's thigh as he settled in close. He gushed about how happy he was to soon have Jimin as his boxing partner. He remembered Jimin's grandmother's birth date.

They came back to Korea and Jimin waited so they could leave in the same car.

In late April, in response to a fan's question, there was Jungkook screaming on his Instagram about Jimin: "HE IS MINE!"

Then there was a drought from late April until almost June. All during Jimin's (neglected) OST and news of his insurance premiums going missing and doxxing and "apartment seizure" it was like Jimin was nowhere to be found and his members had forgotten his name. I got really worried about the complete silence. Around this time, there was a behind the scenes photo shoot that showed Jimin looking closed off and downright angry and upset...and he didn't look at JK hardly at all (but he did at one point reach to hug him, thinking that was the photo concept). So I got pretty worried for a while and wasn't sure how to read into things.

Then it was all business for the White House visit. But afterward, they went out to an arcade in DC with Hobi and HER and had fun drinking and playing games. I believe it was said they also went out to play golf with Hobi and Tae but I didn't see video of it.

There were the performances in June, not all of which were filmed, but K-Army in attendance said they changed up choreography in order to sing romantic lyrics at each other and stared lovingly at each other and typical Jikookery all throughout. (This was mentioned by multiple separate accounts online, so I don't classify it the same way I do rumors of Jikook celebrating Left & Right at a steakhouse together, or being affectionate at a private party, as so far has no evidence has come to light about those things.)

Festa Dinner Vlive was released in June but filmed months prior. Jungkook absolutely took the piss out of Jimin because he shared some of his solo work with Hobi and Yoongi. He also sort of bullied Jimin out of crying. Jimin suggested the team consult Jikook about the design of their group tattoo. He mentioned that a straight line would imply a connection.

Jungkook got his tattoos touched up and it looks like the JM on his hand was refreshed. To date, Jungkook is the only other member to share a 7 tattoo with a straight line in the center like Jimin's finger tattoo, and he got his 7 tattoo placed where Jimin's Youth is behind the ear. They both were later seen wearing the same bracelet styled by Jungkook's tattoo artist.

At Hobi's solo album party, they made each other laugh while getting their makeup done and then at one point Jungkook rested his hand on Jimin's hand as they shared a giggle, and another time he rested his hand on Jimin's back while they talked with a mutual acquaintance.

It doesn't really mean much of anything, but Jungkook played In The Seom a lot, and he added to his own group players with usernames like KookminAreDating and Jimin'sLittleFinger. He did this even though KookminAreDating was only on level 99 and all the other players he added were on level 300. The handle KookminAreDating also popped up a few times, like on a post about their (stylist-chosen) black/white unisex wedding rings. The handle got a lot of pressure so it changed to Jaksal, and Jaksal made a cute edit on twitter of the song Okinawa, which Jimin then recommended weeks later on WeVerse. Again, this isn't really Jikookery, so much as tangent-related stuff that could imply that they continue to monitor everything online, as JK said in one of his Vlives.

During the announcement about the Busan expo, they shared a little moment where they found each other's eyes and softly smiled while taking off their masks. (You'd think if Jikook were fanservice pushed by Hybe, then as the favored sons of Busan, they'd at least be placed beside each other for photo ops during that ceremony but nope, it was OT7 all the way.) Later it was shared in the news that Jimin's dad and Jungkook's dad had spoken about the expo opportunity with each other and with their sons.

So that's what I remember, off the top of my head. Please note that I had two major surgeries for uterine cancer this year (I'm in remission and doing well now, no worries!) and the anesthesia kind of scrambled my ability to make short-term memories, so if I got anything wrong or forgot something, I'm really sorry. I'm not trying to be shady. Blogs like Stormblessed have a really great chronological catalogue if you want specific dates and details.

But from what I can tell, in 2022 there were no real big, loud, over-the-top flirty moments (unless you count the Vegas Concert, which was after all a performance, and had skinship and silliness between lots of members). But there are quiet moments--gentle touches, soft tones, mentions of making plans together. And the members around them have treated Jikook no differently than they always had.

Older Armys tell me that in 2020, Jikookers were really freaking out due to lack of content and apparent distance. Then Memories came out and it was revealed Jikookery was happening aplenty. It's likely the same thing will happen now, with Memories 2021 allaying some of the fears Jikookers had last year. Maybe next year, Memories or a docu-series or other content will give us a better picture of Jikook this year.

As of right now, I can honestly say I've noticed a shift between Jikook. Or rather, I've noticed they are sharing less and less with us (which doesn't mean it's not there--but it also doesn't mean it IS there). I think it's normal (and even a sign of intelligence) for fans to doubt and to question what they are seeing. But I would recommend you just hang on. We haven't seen even half the picture yet. There could be more moments of exclusive intimacy that we don't know about right now. At the very least, they are still warm and caring toward each other. So let's keep an open mind and enjoy what we have as it comes.

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1oserjk · 5 years ago

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a series.

a messy divorce, unrequited feelings, and a five year old.

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+ this isn’t a big update, it wasn’t even supposed to be a main part since i wrote this today n it’s literally 2k n i was going to put this in memories n moments but since this an event that had just happened a day later .. sry i’m putting it with the chronological list bc smthg happens at the end.

this is also the jk i talk about bc i cant get him out of my head, frankly

03 ⇋ 05

x full stop masterlist | x masterlist

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full stop | 04: over the fence

Shutting the car door after helping Yeona out, you skeptically glance at her before asking, “Do you need any help?”

Her head stubbornly shakes in between the colored plastic wrap of the flowers and the wide poster she holds close to her chest and a determined pout set on her lips. “No Mommy! I’m okay,” she says, even when she stumbles slightly on the sidewalk’s pavement.

Your fingers ghost against her back just in case, observing her nervously before you both reach the entrance of the studio. “Alright. Just be careful, okay?”

The plastic and paper rustle and it simply tells you she’s nodding back.

You reach for the door and nudge her in the right direction, finally setting your eyes forward and at the front desk where Seol is sat at. “Hi, miss!” Yeona greets, voice muffled and fully unaware of who exactly the person was behind the desk. She’s seen her a few times when you both visited through the years, but not enough to be introduced as Jungkook’s new girlfriend — which has only happened recently.

And as if that was even a thing to her yet.

Seol’s eyes widen before timidly waving at your daughter.

You offer a curt smile and a short greeting before asking, “Is Jungkook busy?”

She doesn’t seem as surprised by your sudden visit, clearly aware of the date on the calendar set out and taped down in front of her as she offers a polite smile back. “I can check for you.”

Her pointer lands on a specific paper, dragging down towards the time slots until it reaches a point. She looks back up. “He’s free for the next thirty minutes before his lunch break.”

Gently patting your hands on Yeona’s shoulder, you begin walking forward, pushing at the small gate that separates the employees from the clients and out of Yeona’s way when she walks through it.

“Thank you, miss!” She throws out, rushing towards his office without even waiting for a reply back.

“Careful, baby,” you remind, wincing at some of the reflective glitter that falls onto the black flooring.

She simply ignores it, greedy hands reaching for the doorknob, unfortunately too short and weak to properly turn it. With her struggling like this, you’re a hundred percent sure Jungkook can hear the wiggling and disruptive noises from the opposite side of the door.

It only reminds you to work on her patience some more when you get back home.

Finally reaching her, you’re the one to open the door and allow her to rush in with the abundance of gifts she’s been too excited to get the past few weeks.

“Daddy!” Yeona squeals, finding him already standing up, most likely preparing to confront the ruckus that was happening behind the door a few moments ago.

With wide eyes behind the lenses he wears today, he immediately crouches down and accepts the ecstatic little girl that sprints towards him.

You stay close by the door after gently closing it.

“Yeonie,” he chuckles after the embrace, fingers supporting the back of her head as he envelopes her further into his chest.

Yeona gasps, wiggling away all of a sudden. “Your gifts — You’re crushing them!”

“Ah,” he sheepishly replies then apologises soon after. “You got me something?”

Yeona eagerly nods. “It’s Daddy’s Day, remember?”

He holds a blank expression and you’re already assuming he has forgotten all about today and that it was just another work day with his schedule full as it always was. “Oh,” he realizes. “It is, huh.”

At this point, it doesn’t even come as a surprise with how little Jungkook truly thought about himself. It reads well when you take a solid look around at the place, his corner lamp turned on and dozens of notebooks stacked up on the table beside his tiny sofa in the corner.

Thankfully, most of his clients don’t go through this way and only reserve the open space in the minimalistic studio, where the divided black curtains are the only thing that separates them from the rest of the shop. This was just a place to plan and clutter most of Jungkook’s things before the next person would show up again, maybe even squeeze in a nap when it was needed.

His eyes finally meet yours and his lips quirk up with a certain gratefulness that fills up his eyes, and you send him a small nod.

Though, your short interaction suddenly gets disrupted when flowers get shoved at his face.

It’s too difficult to hold back a small laugh when he flinches, an eye squeezed shut as the thin veil of plastic comes dangerously close. “We got you flowers!”

“O-Oh,” he coughs out when he drowns in the scent of them, “Thank you, sweetheart.” When he can finally make a grab at them, he takes a look at the kind and softens at the sight. “Tiger Lily’s.”

“Mommy said they’re your favorite,” Yeona enthusiastically explains before pausing to double-check, “They are, aren’t they?” Her doe eyes search for his, head coming closer to observe the flowers with him.

He nods and pecks her cheek to reassure. “They are and I love them. I think I’ll draw some of them later.” He directs his eyes at you when he says, “Thank you.”

You quickly turn away, eyeing the sketches to the left of you, exactly where his messy desk is.

“And this is my card for you!”

She holds it up and even more glitter falls to the floor, but he doesn’t even seem fazed by it, eyes brightening at his little girl’s artwork.

She impatiently hops and the writing seems to be hard to read when he squints through his glasses. You slowly walk over to the both of them and hold onto Yeona’s shoulders again to make her stay still. “Baby,” you warn. “He can’t even read it with you shaking like this.”

She sheepishly smiles and giggles, looking up at you. “Sorry Mommy. Too excited.”

You hum and find Jungkook silent through all of this, eyes glassy from her small fingertips that are seen all throughout the poster. Knees bending, you hold her close as you both watch over him silently. He’s touched, and it shows when he chokes up a little and hides it with a lame cough.

Yeona eyes him worriedly, whirling towards you unsurely before you shush her with a small nod, silently letting her know that it was all okay. “Happy tears,” you whisper to her, your own eyes glossing over slightly. “He’s okay.”

“Daddy,” she timidly calls, “Do you like it?”

He looks up and nods with a smile, arms stretching out so that she can fall back into them, “I do, baby. I love it — I always love the stuff you make for me.”

She giggles into his neck and grapples on tighter.

They exchange kisses and hugs for a few more minutes and you’ve luckily snapped a few photos to send to Jungkook’s mother when you would get home.

When your knees give in eventually, you stand up, mindlessly folding a few of the blankets that were messily sprawled out onto his daybed just to keep your hands busy.

Jungkook notices.

“Uncle Jimin and Tae have been saving up some candy for the next time you would come over,” he whispers and offers to Yeona, “Want to go visit them for a minute?”

She eagerly nods, already squirming out of his arms and rushing out of the room. You barely even have the opportunity to yell at her to knock before going into any of their offices and not to disrupt if they had a client over.

“_____.”

Your head tips at your name only to find Jungkook with a fond smile. He scratches at the back of his head before standing up and thanking you again.

You nod with an awkward smile of your own and explain further, “Yeona had been keen on visiting. Sorry if you had other plans.”

He shakes his head rapidly to decline. “N-No, I didn’t.” Holding up the poster, he glances at it again. “I really needed this..”

You nod thoughtfully. “I’m glad we came by at the right time then.”

He nods and it continues to stay silent for a while. “What are you doing after this?” He suddenly asks, “M-My lunch.. It’s—“

“I’m probably going back home to call up my dad,” you quickly turn down and excuse, fingers playing with themselves.

“Oh.”

“But you’re welcome to take Yeona out,” you offer. “It’s your day after all.” But you grow weary at the thought of Seol tagging along for it. It’s why your fingers suddenly stop and land by your sides to curl against the material of your jeans.

“I would,” he starts, “But I have one last client visiting right after and I’m not sure Yeona would be patient to stay here for it. It’ll take a few hours..”

“Oh.”

“But I can visit when I’m done here?” He rushes.

You rub your arms at the brisk air that suddenly travels downwards and you blame the air conditioning he always puts at too much of a low temperature. You’ve scolded him so many times for it, completely sure he’d get a cold one of these days for being so careless. If you were to call for it, the discourse would go on and on as if it was only a few years back and you were suddenly married again. He would reason he sweats too much and you would go on to say that it was from his heavy and bulky clothes he refuses to switch up every other season.

“That’s—yeah, that’s great,” you weakly smile, completely erasing the foreboding thought before it would turn into a reminiscent den full of memories just like it.

You would have turned him down. You should have, but it would hurt you even more if he would be left alone for the rest of the day, which is why you offer something Hyejin would smack you for the next playdate you planned for the kids, “I can cook dinner.”

His head shakes. “You don’t have to..”

“No, it’s okay. Just come by when you’re finished, okay? That way you can spend time with her properly.”

He doesn’t decline. “Thank you..”

You step away before turning back and grabbing your belongings. “Happy Father’s Day, Jungkook. You should call up your dad and tell him the same,” you can’t help but add, but when you lift your head towards him, he seems thankful for the reminder.

“I will,” he affirms, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his cargo bottoms. You notice for a short while how good he looks like this. Hair washed without styling as if he just rolled around before waking up from a nap and the specks he wears every now and then like he had just thrown them on before getting up. And knowing Jungkook well — that’s probably the case. “I’ll see you later?”

Swallowing harshly, you nod. “Yeah.”

The door opens and you bite at your tongue, though it fails when you can’t help but call for him again with a small laugh weighing at the tip of your tongue, eyes pinned down at his bottom half.

“Hm?”

“Your shirt.. There’s glitter all over it.”

Looking down, he immediately notices and curses, beginning to brush off the stubborn flakes that reflect all over his black short-sleeve.

You shut the door before he can really say anything, and you quickly search for your daughter and her chocolate-smeared mouth you can already predict.

Seol hums from her seat beside Jungkook and smiles at him. “Lunch was fun.”

Jungkook’s too focused on the sketch below him, a few of the lilies taken and laid out. He thinks he’ll be able to finish tonight and give it to Yeona after dinner. “It was,” he agrees.

Her hand snakes onto his shoulder and rubs comfortingly before asking, “What are you planning to do tonight?” She’s already getting too excited at the offer she has ready, sitting at the tip of her tongue and ready to unravel.

“Ah, I’m having dinner with Yeona.”

Faltering slightly, she turns back to the same grin a second later. She should have known. It was Father’s Day after all. He has a daughter. He has a family — more or less. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He smiles. And it’s wide and genuine, not at all directed towards her but at the paper he carefully shades at.

She nods carefully and slowly. “You seem excited.”

He finally looks up at her and he smiles again. “Yeah,” he hums thoughtfully before agreeing, “I guess I am.”

“_____ invited?” She pokes, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.

“Kind’ve? I asked to visit after work and she said she would cook dinner.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” He returns back to his sketching all too quickly.

Seol bites her lip, hand going up to support her jaw and head as she observes closely, the man she’s been dating for over two months and pining for way longer — the glint in his eye and all.

She only wonders if it was the aspect from spending time with his daughter, or having his ex-wife present in all of it too.

Either way, from the short time in dating him, she’s only seen this particular look on him once.

And that was only when he was married.

* .✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*. * .✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.* .✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.

#mine #bts #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #full stop

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taechaos · 4 years ago

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how about them fighting about a girl which jk unintentionally checked out?

You sulk with your arms crossed and lips in a pout while lying on your bed and staring at the ceiling, refusing to glance at Jungkook who stands by your side with an arched brow. It's silent in your dorm until he breaks it. "You're upset."

Without bothering to give him a response, you only cock a brow and hum.

"First step to solving a problem is to admit–"

"I don't have a problem, Jungkook," you immediately pick up a snarky tone, "thanks for taking the time to notice my mood though. I guess there aren't any other girls to notice when I'm the only one here."

His face twists in confusion as he stupidly blurts, "What?" At your scoff, he gently settles on the mattress to sit next to you as if trying not to scare away a stray cat. You're more of a wild tiger in this situation however; your anger always manages to intimidate him, and he has to approach you cautiously. "What other girls?" He keeps his voice soft to avoid an argument—it doesn't help.

"You tell me," you glare at him, "or did you not catch her name? The girl you seemed to fancy at the café? Don't mind me, you can go back and speak with her all you want."

A heavy sigh leaves his mouth as he closes his eyes for a moment. "I was looking at her tattoos–"

"Why don't you go ahead and ask about their meanings? I'd hate to keep you waiting."

His gaze turns cold at your constant interruption, eyes becoming hooded and the corners of his mouth lowering to a frown. "Are you going to let me talk or do you want to keep arguing with yourself?"

You click your tongue and return to your staring contest with the ceiling. The atmosphere is tense for no good reason, and it has him inhaling a deep breath as to not anger you any further by growing angry himself. It doesn't help.

"A tattoo on her arm caught my eye, and I understand why you would misinterpret that as–"

"Misinterpret? I'm encouraging you to ask her–"

"Zip– those fucking lips," he asserts calmly. "I'm talking. Quit being a brat." You sink into the sheets with a scowl. One of your pet peeves is being treated like a child in the literal sense, but you don't have the heart to bite back. "I liked a tattoo, and I took a look for one second. It doesn't mean I'm interested in her, or anyone besides you. You understand that, don't you?" You narrow your eyes with determination; determined to not be treated like a child with these condescending, rhetorical questions.

"Tell me you understand."

The corner of your mouth tugs up to a smirk as you remark, "Oh, I understand, but what I don't understand is why you didn't just ask her to get matching tattoos with you."

He rolls his lips inwards and puts a hand over his face as he exasperates, "Where did that even come from?" A groan later, he stands up and says, "That was a serious question. Would you please enlighten me on where that idea might root from to plague your mind? Hm, baby?"

You can sense he's going to say more, so you keep your mouth shut.

"Do tell me where you're getting all this bullshit from to spew it at me, I'm fucking begging you!" He raises his hands and flings them in emphasis, making you slowly sit up uncomfortably.

"I was just–"

"Where did it come from, that's what I want to know," he places his hands on the bed to lean into you, voice still rough and demanding with its volume, "tell me, come on, since you're such a fucking know-it-all."

Jungkook's ability to dominate an argument makes an appearance again, and you shift in your seat as you murmur, "Nowhere–"

"No no, you must have a reason for saying something so outrageous if it's been stuck on your mind," he presses incredulously.

"I was just mad!"

Jungkook hates arguing with you, he really does, but this approach has proven to be more effective with you countless times and playing nice is no longer on his mind when he's leveling with you. If being mean will make you drop this act, then he'll go to the extent of making you cry.

"Oh really?" he scoffs with a crazed grin. "I'm mad too, but you don't hear me talking about matching tattoos or some other dumb shit. You want to know what I think?" You don't move an inch out of hesitance and from feeling exposed by his close proximity, his wild eyes staring deeply into you. "I think you were being stupid," he whispers. "What do you think?"

You have to take a moment to wonder if he's being rhetorical or actually expecting a response, and when he waits patiently, you agree in a mumble, "I was being stupid."

"We're on the same page, good..." he's speaking quietly now, like he's going back to the nice guy from before, except there's no room for you to argue at this point. "What do we say when we realize we said something stupid to hurt someone?"

"I wasn't trying to hurt–"

"What do we say?" he lowers his head to look up at you, emphasizing each word menacingly.

"I'm sorry."

He cracks a tiny smile and palms your cheek, gaze turning soft with affection. "Good girl. I forgive you. See what happens when we talk things out? Think about that the next time you get stupid ideas." He pecks your lips before getting on the bed and lying down on his side to face you. A weight lifts off your shoulders as well as a burden from your heart when he pats the spot before him, beckoning you to be his little spoon. It's with a smile that you allow him to hug you tightly.

#textbook love #you might think this is toxic but no it is yes it isnt #😃👌#not proofread #jk imagines

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a89x54vs · 4 years ago

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Hi! I hope your doing amazing! Can I request a Taehyung Lee and Jungkook ler fanfic? Taehyung has a belly button fetish which means he loves to have his belly button tickled but he’s stressing out cause he can’t find anybody to do it but when Jungkook finds out he has a tumblr acc about it, He decides to go to him but sees him pacing back and forth in his room stressed so without any idea of what jk was going to do, Jungkook decides to tackle him, tie his arms to the bed, lift his shirt up and start tickling and scratching his belly button. Lol this is bad but Thank you!!!💕

PSA!! Taehyung’s baby belly is soo cute.😖

We all have our secrets.

This is a tickle fic, feedback is accepted as long as it’s done in a respectful way.

Taehyung was lost, really, really lost.

Recently he had find out that he really liked having his belly button tickled, it was something he actually didn’t expect but really came to enjoy.

The issue however, was that no one knew about it and Tae didn’t know how to tell the other members.

The closest thing he was able to do was to create a Tumblr blog about it and at first the interactions with his followers worked but it didn’t take long for the role play to become insufficient.

Tae wanted to actually experiment the tickling but again, he didn’t know how to tell the others, so he thought about asking his followers for advice.

*Just tell them, your friends will be alright with it* One comment said.

“*sigh* It’s not that easy” Tae said to himself before noticing that it was time for him to go to a photo shoot so he left his room, leaving his phone on his bed.

Jungkook was walking through the hallway of the apartment when he suddenly began hearing a lot of beeping coming from Tae’s room.

Curious as to what was causing them, the bunny entered the room to see the phone on the bed constantly beeping.

Even more curious than before, the maknae approached the bed and peeked at the phone, which seemed to be blowing up with notifications from...Tumblr?

*Hyung has a Tumblr account?* Jungkook wondered and decided to press one of the notifications which immediately led him to the app.

Picking the phone up and searching for a bit led Jungkook to Tae’s account, and scrolling through the posts he saw that they talked about...tickling, and the most recent ones seemed to be the tiger saying to his followers that he wanted to be tickled on his belly button but didn’t know how to tell his friends.

After seeing a couple of more posts, the always mischievous Jungkook smirked, if his hyung was so desperate then he will give the tiger just what he wants.

Tae let out a sigh as he entered his room, photo shoots were fun but also really exhausting and besides, he couldn’t stop thinking about how to tell the others about his secret, he passed back and forth for some minutes before laying down on his bed and closing his eyes, having no idea what was going to happen.

Jungkook jumped out of the closet (literally) and before Tae knew it, his hands were tied above his head and Jungkook was straddling his hips.

“W-What? Jungkook what is this?” The tiger asked.

“Hyungie, don’t you have something to tell me?” Jungkook smirked.

“Something...to tell you?” Tae raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, about this” Jungkook showed the tiger his Tumblr posts, the older’s eyes widening as he recognized them.

“K-Kookie that’s not me” He tried to excuse himself but it wasn’t working.

The bunny formed an evil smirk that caused the older to gulp.

“That’s not you? As if I’m going to believe that” Jungkook replied and raised the tiger’s shirt.

“W-What are you going to do?” Tae asked even if he already knew.

“What am I going to do? I don’t know” The maknae acted as if he was thinking, one hand on his chin and the other slowly tracing the rim of the older’s belly button.

“Gahahahahahaha Kohohohohohok” Tae giggled, trying to pull his arms.

“If I’m not wrong, your posts focused on something specifically” Jungkook said to himself, still tracing the tiger’s belly button.

“Ahahahahahahaha nohohohohohohoho” Tae giggled louder, but nowhere near laughter.

“I wonder what it was, don’t remember” Kookie continued but this time he stopped the tickling, which secretly disappointed the tiger.

“K-Kook”

“Oh hyungie, you remember it don’t you?” The bunny asked.

“Y-Yes” Tae replied, blushing as he knew where the conversation was going.

“Good, then tell me”

Tae hesitated for a bit, it was embarrassing to say it out loud, but he really wanted to be tickled.

“They were about...me wanted to be tickled on my belly button” Tae said after so long of keeping it to himself.

There was silence on the room and Tae was about to speak again when Jungkook dipped his finger into the older’s belly button and began scratching.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA KOOKIHIHIHIHIHIE NAHAHAHAHAHA” Tae screeched as he was suddenly hit by the ticklish sensations.

“Good to see you admit it hyung” The bunny chuckled, making sure to scratch all the skin possible.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE” Tae cackled, pulling on his restraints.

“Please? Please tickle you more? Yeah sure” Kookie replied, making sure his nails tickled the skin.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA JUNGKOHOHOHOHOHOK HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

After a couple of minutes Kookie went towards a wardrobe and pulled a couple of things out, Tae widened his eyes as he realized what they were.

“So hyung, left or right?” The maknae asked, his hands behind his back.

The tiger knew that both options were going to be bad but it’s not like he had many options to begin with.

“Um...right?”

Jungkook let out a smirk and showed what there was on his right hand, a fluffy feather.

“Nohohohohohohohoho Kookie wahahahahait” Tae broke into a giggle fit.

“Wait? For what?” The bunny asked, curious about what answers the older would come up with.

“Ihihihihihi um wehehehehehehell” Tae couldn’t really find an explanation.

“No answer? That’s just fine” Jungkook shrugged as he dipped the feather into the tiger’s belly button.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA KOOKIE PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NAHAHAHAHAHA” Tae screamed, bucking his hips as he felt the feather tickling him.

“Please? You love this, or are you lying to me?” Jungkook said, acting as if he was hurt “You know lying is bad, you have to be punished”

The maknae slowly twirled the feather, making sure it traced all of the skin on the older’s belly button.

“GAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* NOHOHOHOHO *squeal* I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T *squeal*” Tae cackled, blushing harder at the sounds he was producing.

“Of course you can hyung, there’s still another tool I want to try” Jungkook announced, taking the toothbrush and applying baby oil on the bristles.

“Kohohohohohohok you’re mehehehehehean” Tae giggled, trying to pull his wrists.

“Oh hyungie, I perfectly know I’m mean” Kookie smirked, quickly dipping the toothbrush and turning it in.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA *squeak* HAHAHAHAHA *squeak* BWAHAHAHAHAHA *squeak*” Tae howled, desperately shaking his torso.

“And now for the great finale” Jungkook announced, using both the feather and the toothbrush.

Tae let out a loud roar and fell into endless waves of cackles.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA *snort* KOHOHOHOHOK *squeal* PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE *squeak* IHIHIHIT TICKLES *snort* SO BAHAHAHAHAD GAHAHAHAHA *squeal* NAHAHAHAHAHA *squeak* I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T *snort* BWAHAHAHAHAHA *squeal* MERCY MEHEHEHEHERCY *squeak* PLEASE I GIVE UHUHUHUHUHUHUP”

Jungkook stopped the tickling and untied the older, the tiger just curled and let the remaining giggles out of his lips.

“So hyung, you know you can come to us with this right?” The bunny smiled.

“Yeah, I know, thanks Kook” Tae replied as he returned the smile.

Jungkook just nodded and went out of the room to let the tiger rest.

He noticed a notification on his phone, it was Tae on his blog, ranting about the experience.

Thanks for your request, hope you enjoy it, feel free to ask again.

#bts tickle #bts fic #lee!taehyung #ler!jungkook

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