Break Up With Your Boyfriend (teaser) | Jjk

break up with your boyfriend (teaser) | jjk

⏤ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x female reader

⏤ genre: college au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, angst, and smut

⏤ summary: jungkook, the campus fuckboy, has decided to make you his next victim, but you’re far from being like any of his previous hookups. you’re not single. you’re actually in a very long-term relationship with baekhyun, the man you consider the love of your life. but it’s for sure something that won’t stop jungkook. he wants you, and he’s going to do absolutely everything to have you, even falling in love.  

⏤ author’s note: i know that i’ve been dropping a lot of teasers lately & i promise you i’m working on everything but gosh, this fic right here just suddenly crossed my mind and i’ve been working on it since then so i guess this fic will be dropped before any other. i’ve been taking things very slowly with writing but i’m trying to be as active as possible. either way, i hope you’ll enjoy this fic & love you all ❤️

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Growing pains

Summary: Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But you’ve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother who’s been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life you’ve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naïve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: Unrequited love; brothers’ best friend; mafia au; fluff; angst

Word count: 15.6k

Warnings: Angsty feelings, unrequited feelings, Jimin uses the nickname Princess, there’s a ‘minor’ character death, blood, feelings of shock, misogyny, the story flicks between ages, there’s a five year age gap, I guess just lots of things you’d imagine from a gang/mafia fic but overall it’s also not that dark.

Authors Note: I know, I know, another gang fic, I just can’t help myself. I hope you enjoy this one :)

You can’t remember when you first met Park Jimin, can’t remember what the situation was or what your first feelings towards him were. He’s always been in your life. A constant figure. Your brothers best friend and confident.

For as long as you’ve lived and been conscious of the world, you’ve been in love with Jimin.

Maybe your feelings grew slowly, or maybe it was like a switch, one day waking up and realising that you like him a little more than the brother like figure he was supposed to be. You’re not sure, because whichever it was, it was so long ago that you’ve long forgotten. All you have ever known is the increase in heart rate when he’s near you, the flush of heat to your skin, the way your thoughts go haywire, and you don’t act quite right. It’s all you’ve ever known around him. Or at least all you can remember.

At the start maybe it was nerves, this dominant figure in your life, someone everyone around you feared, even despite his young age. But as you grew and got to know him, you realised he couldn’t hurt a fly. Well, he definitely could, in fact you know he had killed men before, but you at least knew he would never hurt you. And that brought on a whole other swath of problems.

Your brother’s best friend. Someone high up in the gang. Someone who kills people and does hideous acts calling it his job.

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m.list | dreaded neighbors — pjm;

pairings: park jimin x female reader, kim namjoon x huna (oc), min yoongi x jeon jeongguk (yoonkook)

extra characters: kim taehyung, byun baekhyun, lee minhyung (mark), wong xuxi (lucas), hang sanghyuk (hyuk), yook sungjae, park sooyoung (joy).

words: 37.930

au: arranged marriage!au, domestic!au, age-gap!au (7 years).

genre: fluff, angst, smut.

status: completed.

synopsis: newly married jimin and y/n are embarked on their path to give rise to a beautiful relationship which is still taking it’s place in their lives. they move into their new apartment, but apart from the awkwardness which prevails between them, the cloddishness with their newly acquainted neighbors wasn’t going away too, anytime soon.

in simpler words, a shy human resources manager gets arranged married (courtesy of parents) to an equally shy to-be astrophysicist and they both enter into the realm of married life. living with each other didn’t actually seem to be the problem, instead it was adjusting to the new environment, the new people around without their friends that made it awkward and slowed the process down.

links :

profiles [dated: 2020-04-25]

chapter one [dated: 2018-07-27]

chapter two [dated: 2020-04-04]

chapter three [dated: 2020-04-05]

chapter four [dated: 2020-04-22]

chapter five (smut) [dated: 2020-04-24]

chapter six (smut) [dated: 2020-04-26]

chapter seven [dated: 2020-04-28]

chapter eight (smut) [dated: 2020-05-01]

chapter nine [dated: 2020-05-05]

chapter ten (smut) [dated: 2020-05-10]

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Neon Seoul

; Cyberpunk Detective!Jimin x Detective!Reader

; Genre: Angst, smut, slight fluff

; Word Count: 25.7k

; Warnings: Murder, crime scene, discussions of crime and homicide, criminal gang activity, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

; Synopsis: It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isn’t newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then it’s important.

You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?

; A/N: I enjoyed writing this so much! I hope everyone enjoys it :3 it’s more cinematic style than normal so I hope you stick with it and that it’s fun to read! Please reblog if you enjoyed it and leave me feedback or reviews! Or send me an ask :D Also…I fully admit to not proof-reading this lol sorry about any mistakes!

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The streets of New Seoul are dark tonight, the only form of lighting coming from the overly bright neon signage that screams for attention on every building. Hundreds of signs for thousands of promises, some real and some as real as the holo advertisements that rise like giants alongside the towers that rise so high, the tips vanish into the smog that hovers like a persistent malaise.

You could get everything your heart desired in 26th century New Seoul; from a warm body to keep you company at night to a quiet contract that would eliminate your foes. Nothing was legal and yet everything was legal. You just had to know the right people who knew the right people who knew the right loopholes.

Maybe it was some quirk in the law that meant they were able to flout their ability to wreak havoc in front of the police, or maybe it was simply that they had enough credits that they had important members of police in their pockets. It didn’t matter. People in this end of New Seoul did the dirty work for the people who lived in those tall towers, the building’s not so much ivory as the old metaphor went but more black with the years of rampant air pollution and dirt.

Moving your gaze from the neon visual assault to the ground, you grimaced slightly as you noted the disgusting street beneath your boots. Puddles of dirty water pooled along the uneven surfaces, filling every crevice they could find and the overwhelming stench of the garbage that had been unceremoniously thrown out of the building’s added to your distaste.

The water here was probably infected with something, it was that dirty. Glancing around the grimy back alley, you inhaled deeply and wrinkled your nose as you instantly regretted it. Even the nasal implants you’d been given once you’d graduated from the police academy struggled to filter out the sheer stench of whatever the hell was lining the streets in those bin liners. 

2621 and yet still, cities couldn’t control the waste system properly. Though what did you expect, given New Seoul hosted a population of over 75 million right now. Millions upon millions of people, crammed into the Mega City that had sprawled across the land slowly, swallowing up the smaller cities that stood in its path and obliterating the towns and villages.

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A fancy detour | pjm (m)

→ pairing: supermodel! jimin× manager! reader → genre: fluff, angst, smut → ratings: 18+ → warnings: swearing, reader has a traumatic past with her family, lots of emotions(?), my crappy attempts at humor and writing as usual, too much drama it’ll make you cringe!, smut, unprotected sex (please be safe!) → words: 22K  → summary:  All things considered, the last sensible thing you think you could’ve done is falling for a multimillionaire supermodel who’s ego only rivals his own net worth. Or, is it? But it’s safe to say, while in many people’s lives, there is a certain point or certain thing (in need of a better term) between you and that one sparkling life changing incident, funnily enough in your case, that certain thing turns out to be… a twig. Yes. A damn, godforsaken twig. And, no, you are not even drunk. → a/n: beta read by amazing @bangtanhome​ and @hobipaint​ <333 I absolutely adore you beautiful people! Edited! This took longer than I expected but it’s finally here. This is my first time writing something this long but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. There may be some mistakes, I’ll edit them laterrrr.  hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I did writing it. My ask box is always open if you want to send feedback/requests. 

The marble stairway spirals upwards; sumptuous. Its swirling bends and remarkable patterns gleaming with intricacy; soft to the touch; the steps light under your feet. High above the cavernous ceilings which would even outperform that of a Roman Cathedral itself with not much of an effort whatsoever, dangles a decent number of crystalline chandeliers, their dazzling winks only elevating the charm the place buzzes with.

And unless for the subtle pain on your temples, seemingly reluctant to give in already, you know you’d have admired the extravagance the place is unmistakably rooted in, though you sure aren’t much of an architect. And needless to say, the demanding remnants of your hangover is probably not the only reason which keeps your enthusiasm from growing—for your utter misfortune, indeed.

The more you ascend along the lush stairway, the more you start to adore the establishment.

Being in the model management industry for over three long executive years, you can pretty much say you’ve already had your fair share of arts but this- this expands to its next level. Even the nuisance of a man who’s been testing your patience for the past few minutes seems to have been stolen of his breath, the silence settling between you almost beginning to feel emollient, footsteps steady, apparently unbothered by the soft pants of breaths tumbling past your lips by now. Needless to say, it indeed is a heavy climb; Namjoon’s words from the conversation you’ve had mere two hours ago replay in your mind.

It highly impresses you how the interior is visibly a muddle of utter contradictions: bold minimalism threaded with outlandish strokes and futuristic modernity speckled with light touches of 16th century monumental elements, all bringing utter perfection into life. Perhaps that reasons why a hue of regal grandiose appears to cradle the space in a gentle embrace, neither too exaggerated nor too light but definite enough to lull you into a summery slumber you’d rather not fall into, at the moment- despite how compelling the implication sounds—honestly speaking, that’s the last thing you’d be doing, knowing what imprudent and outright bratty individuals you are forced to deal with, speaking of which—

“Close that pretty mouth of yours, Princess.”

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5280 feet (m)

“Never in your life have you met such a cocky, yet still strangely attractive, person. His words really struck a chord in you, and now you really can’t stop imagining your legs wrapped around him…or his cock in your mouth.”

[jimin x flight attendant!reader]

genre: mile high club!au, smut, slight pwp, some humor, some fluff (if you squint)

word count: 5.8k

rating: mature

warnings: uhhhh unprotected airplane sex lmao, fingering, oral, cum shot, more unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of alcohol, language

a/n: please tell me i’m not the only one who fantasizes about being a member of the mile high club?? LOL. i planned this fic a while ago, but forgot about it until yesterday. and surprisingly, all 5k+ came pretty naturally; of course, i never intended it to be 5k lol. the plot just kept continuing. xoxo

“I think one of these days, I’m just going to collapse and die,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee. It tasted dark and bitter—much like your mood right now.

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