Thinking About “you Haven’t Met All The People Who Will Love You” And Like!!! You Also Haven’t

long way home 16 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: touch her n i'll kill u typa situation, koo is ANGY angy 😠, annoying exes 🙄

summary: the one where jungkook proves to you that he's always there for you when you need him.

a/n: im soft for them

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |

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"Y/n!"

The banging against the door lets a shudder scuttle down your spine.

"I came to apologise. Please open the door!"

You screw your eyes shut, trying to block out the painfully loud bangs.

Every single time you're afraid that he'll break the door. The thought of him getting in your apartment and being alone with him makes your stomach churn in trepidation. His voice alone brings up memories that you're desperately trying to forget.

He's not going to leave. He only ever leaves when Jungkook forces him to.

You peek from under your duvet, grabbing your phone in the darkness of the room. You squint when the screen of your phone blinds you. You search for Jungkook's contact in your phone.

The last text you received from him says, "can't stop by today, nabi has her 6 month check up at the doctor's"

You call Jungkook, and although it's the middle of the night - 02:22 am to be exact - he doesn't keep you waiting for too long.

"Mhmmm?" his groggy voice mutters into the speaker, directly into your ear.

"Y/n!" Minjun shouts from outside.

You flinch, pulling the duvet closer around your body. "Minjun's here," you whisper.

"Oh, for fucks sake," he curses quietly, not sounding as tired as before anymore. "Don't open the door, alright? I'll be there as soon as possible. Don't be scared, baby."

"Okay," you say, closing your eyes in relief.

You drop your phone next to you on the bed. If you're honest, you were a little worried that he would not pick up your call. You haven't seen Jungkook since last week and somehow in that time he has morphed into a bad texter, taking hours to reply to your messages and sometimes not even bothering to call you back. You get it, he works and is busy. But you miss him anyway.

"I'm sorry for what I did! I miss you, y/n!"

"God," you mumble after taking a sharp breath in. You hide beneath the duvet again, attempting to distract you from the noises outside but it's in vain, Minjun's voice cuts off every single thought in your head.

You don't know where his patience to yell in front of your door to get your attention comes from, but he spends another five minutes there. Yelling and knocking on your door like there'd be the slightest possibility of you allowing him in.

But then it's eerily quiet. And you know that Jungkook has just arrived.

You hurriedly get out of the bed, walk to your front door and try to view what's happening in the stairwell through the peephole.

They're both standing opposite each other. You immediately notice Minjun's red eyes. He never shows up sober. Always drunk.

"I just want to talk to her," Minjun says.

"Didn't I make myself clear last time? Huh?"

Your eyes dart to Jungkook when he closes the distance between him and Minjun. Minjun takes a step back, a slight glimmer of fear slicing through his eyes as he stares up at Jungkook.

Jungkook seems angry. He's always angry in these situations but you can see it in his eyes - he didn't come here just to tell Minjun to fuck off and rot in hell.

And because you don't want things to escalate, you slowly open the door, causing both men to turn their heads to you.

"Y/n," Jungkook says, his eyes gentle as they meet your face, but despite this, his voice is unyielding as he demands, "Go back inside."

You shake your head. "Don't do anything," you plead, briefly casting a glance at Minjun.

You've already seen Jungkook beat up Minjun. Though you hate him, you don't want to see Jungkook hurting someone till they bleed again.

"Y/n," Minjun calls.

Jungkook immediately whirls back. Minjun has come a little closer and Jungkook stands right in front of you, his tall and ripped body almost completely hiding your figure.

"Get the fuck away from her."

"Let me talk to her. Just for a second, please," he begs, looking over Jungkook's shoulder and into your eyes. You look away immediately, but you still notice how he comes forward a little and stretches out an arm in your direction.

"Don't you fucking dare touch her!" Jungkook yells, taking a stride toward him.

With one hand he grabs him by the collar, his other forming a fist and is about to strike him, but you pull Jungkook by the elbow, stopping him before he can take a swing.

Jungkook doesn't look at you, but he allows you to drop his fist to his side. He pushes Minjun back by the collar and he stumbles backwards.

"Don't you feel pathetic, Minjun?" Jungkook taunts. "You come here and leave with a black eye every time?" Jungkook slowly approaches him. "Huh? Don't you feel fucking pathetic? Or do you want to get beaten up?"

"I just wanted to apologise to her-"

"Bullshit," Jungkook spits. "Do you know how tired I am of seeing your face? I don't want you bothering my girlfriend ever again, do you fucking understand that?"

You swallow a lump in your throat. That was new.

Minjun has backed away close to the stairs and you're afraid that he will tumble down if Jungkook comes any closer.

"I'm not gonna hurt you now, but if you decide to show up here again? Pray that you'll be able to walk afterwards."

Jungkook raises his pierced brow. "And now fuck off before I decide otherwise."

You don't think you've ever seen Minjun run down the stairs that quickly.

As soon as he is out of the view Jungkook turns to you and grabs your hands. "You're good?" he asks, thumbs rubbing over your skin.

"Yeah, I just don't like seeing him."

Worry creases his forehead and he nods in understanding. "Want to sleep over at my place?"

"Please," you say, intertwining your fingers with his.

You always stay at his place after he scares Minjun off like this. You have trouble sleeping afterwards and sleeping at Jungkook's place and being held in his arms helps you a little with that.

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"I'm sorry for calling you in the middle of the night," you apologise as Jungkook enters the living room after checking up on Nabi.

"I want you to call me whenever you need me, no matter what time it is, okay?" He sits down next to you on the couch, pulling you to his side.

"I thought you...might not answer my call," you confess. Biting down your lip, you look up at him from where you're cuddled against his side.

"Why would you think that?" His hand that had caressed your back halts.

"Well," you starts, a bit unsure how to approach it. "I feel like you've been ignoring me a little over the past week."

"I'm working a lot these days, y/n."

The dark circles under his eyes are unmistakable, and only now do you recognise how tired and exhausted he looks. And then you come to the conclusion that you maybe shouldn't have this conversation at nearly 3 o'clock in the morning, so you say, "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm hella tired."

Jungkook yawns and mumbles a "good" before he lying down on the couch, taking you with him as he makes himself comfortable. "Cause I'm tired too."

You take the folded fuzzy blanked that he always has on the armchair of the couch and spread it over the both of you.

Jungkook's couch may not be the biggest but you two would've snuggled up like this in his bed too, so it doesn't really matter.

You try to sleep with his heartbeat drumming in your ear, but you keep opening your eyes every now and then, not being able to fall asleep the slightest.

"Can't sleep?" Jungkook asks into the darkness.

"I don't like being woken up with him screaming and knocking against my door. It scares me." You hate how hard it is to go back to sleep after him waking you up like that.

"Hey." Jungkook shortly squeezes your waist. "You're with me now. And you'll always be safe with me. There's nothing to be scared of right now." He leans down and plants a peck on your temple. "And honestly, I don't think he'll come back after his night."

"I mean, after you called me your girlfriend he looked even more...scared of you."

"He's a fucking looser. My hands are still itching to rip his face off."

You sigh and try to change the topic. "Why aren't you asleep? Thought you were tired too." You draw circles on his black t-shirt, feeling his toned chest just beneath.

"I'm just thinking."

" 'bout what?" You prop your chin on his chest. "About how much you missed me?"

He chuckles and you feel his body moving under yours as he does so.

"Yeah, I'm thinking bout how much I missed you."

"Hey," you sulk. "That sounded close to irony."

Jungkook laughs again and this time you can't help but smile as well. "No, it's true. I missed you a lot."

The gentle smile on your lips falters when Jungkook suddenly embraces your face with his hands and pulls your head closer to his. He leans forward the slightest bit and you forget to breath for a moment.

You feel his soft lips pressing a kiss on your nose and when he rests his head back again he has an innocent, boyish grin curving his mouth upwards.

He has no clue about your heart nearly forgetting how to work. No clue about the little butterflies in your tummy.

But it's fine. As long as you can have him like this for the rest of your life.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You stare at each other for a couple of seconds.

The moon shines through the window and illuminates the room in a gentle glow. If you didn't know any better, you'd say that the real moon is hiding behind Jungkook's round doe eyes. You can't stop staring. You're too fascinated by the sparkle they radiate.

Jungkook has the whole night sky in his eyes and you'd willingly spend the rest of your life exploring every bit of it.

"Y/n," he says. You don't know why, but you have the feeling that it sounds like a reminder.

"Hm?" you mumble absentmindedly.

"We should probably go to sleep."

"Yeah, probably."

You lay your head against Jungkook's chest again, and this time around you can actually fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell ch.3

Summary: When you were ten, Taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. Now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

Warnings: smut | talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | (eventual) daddy long legs syndrome | angst | ANGST SO FUCKING MUCH ANGST | shit goes down in this chapter | tae bloWS UP at mc | mentions of prostitution (but not explicitly described) | reader is in a real bad situation | maybe don’t read if you’re sensitive

Word count: 10.4k

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I know I said ch3 was going to be the last one, but it got too long and there’s still a whole section left of the story so I thought it was best to post this and then write Chapter 4 as a separate part. Enjoy!

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Hybrid AU Pairing: Jin x reader Rating: Explicit  Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), impregnation kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk  Word count: 13K 

Below is the belated birthday fic I wrote for my precious @rbuns!  I hope you like it, bra, and I’m so sorry it’s so late *squishy hugs* <3 <3 

“Oh pants!”

Scrambling to catch the pen that’d leapt out of your hand at the sudden call of your name, your eyes dart across your crowded desk to the red, blinking light of the intercom which had just spoken to you so abruptly.  At least you presume that that’s what it is that’s flashing at you so; it’s a little difficult to tell underneath the stacks of paper that lay so haphazardly around it.  

Pen now safely tucked behind your ear, you actually have to resort to rising up out of your chair in order to find the damned thing, your heart fluttering nervously as you hastily try to remember which button it is that you’re supposed to press to reply.  You jab at the largest one, hoping for the best.

“Y-yes, Mr Kim?”  

You can’t remember the last time your boss communicated with you via anything other than email - apart from perhaps the odd pleasantry as he’s breezed past your desk on his way in and out of the office at each end of the day - so it seems only fair for you to lay the blame for your rustiness with the intercom system solely on his broad shoulders.

“Can you come in here for just a moment, please?”  

“Sure thing!” you agree compliantly, head bobbing up and down to an otherwise empty office, releasing the intercom button only to assault it again a mere split second later with a hastily blurted out, “Sir!” in some poor attempt to claw back any semblance of professionalism.

Honestly, you’d think that after so long working here that you’d know how conduct yourself properly.

Briefly pausing to check your reflection in the little mirror that you keep stashed away in your top drawer for moments such of these you ensure that there are no lingering gloops of mascara in the corner of your eyes, and as you round your desk a moment later, straightening out your skirt, it’s only very narrowly that you manage to avoid snagging your stockings on its pointed, wooden corner.  

You swear you wouldn’t be so much of a bumbling idiot if it weren’t for the fact that your boss, Kim Seokjin, is quite possibly one of the best looking men you’ve ever laid your eyes on.  As someone who’s fairly awkward at the best of times, coming face to face with someone who’d look more at home on the centre spread of a magazine than an office is more than a little problematic, and it’s with a frustrated sigh that you have to turn back halfway when you realise that you’ve left your diary back at your desk, open faced with a half-drunk cup of coffee resting on its pages.  

“Come in!” A voice calls from inside the office immediately after you’d meekly knocked its door, and it’s with a continuing coyness that you push it open and slip inside, shutting it behind you with a gentle ‘click’.  

Seokjin’s office is as dimly lit as it always is whenever you come in here; blinds drawn, no light save the small desk lamp that sits atop his pristinely organised desk and  the faint glow of the laptop computer which illuminates his face.  Your employer doesn’t look up on your arrival but you can tell from the twitch of the rounded ears nestled amongst his pitch black hair that he’s aware of your presence.  

Quietly, you wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing, holding your diary close to your chest and squeezing it as a way to calm your anxiety.  

As a hybrid of one of the most elusive and aggressive big cats of the world, Kim Seokjin has always intimidated you slightly.  You’re not sure where the feeling stems from, as it’s not as if you’ve ever witnessed him acting unpleasantly or unkindly in all the time you’ve worked for him - rather the opposite, in fact.  He’s quite the charmer when it suits him, entertaining clients with his enthusiastic sense of humour and disarming them with his good looks, usually over a lunch or dinner at one of the many fine dining establishments Seokjin so often likes to frequent.  You’ve lost count of the number of times you’ve witnessed him close a business deal before he’s even made a start on his steak; rare, bloody and marbled with thin slivers fat, just the way he likes it.  

But now, sat silently amongst the many potted fauna that decorate and humidify his office, Seokjin’s similarity to the stealthy predator that makes up part of his DNA is all too apparent.  It has you making an unconscious effort not to breathe too loudly; a prey response that comes so naturally that you don’t even realise you’re doing it.  

“Turn the light on, if you like.”  He speaks so suddenly that you almost jump, your eyes darting over to the light switch to the side of you before returning straight to him.  He’s yet to look up from his laptop, his fingers softly tapping on the keys to provide the only sound in the otherwise silent room.  

“It’s alright, Sir, I’m sure I’ll manage.”  The keys fall silent and Seokjin looks up, his eyes immediately finding you from across the room.  You’d think you’d have gotten used to the yellowy green of his irises by now - that they wouldn’t unsettle you so - but they still do.  It’s not so much the colour that stirs a confusing mixture of emotions within you, but more the way they gently glow back at you in the semi-dark; a constant reminder that he’s a creature far more superior and impressive than the simple human-being you are.

“Come and sit, then,” he beckons, gently shutting his laptop with one hand and gently gesturing to the chair opposite him with the other, “You needn’t stand on ceremony.”  Muttering a quiet ‘thank you’, you sink yourself down as delicately as possibly, very aware of the way he’s watching your every move, hands now neatly folded in his lap.  

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