I've Never Been So Attracted To Someone Smoking. Holy Shit.

I've never been so attracted to someone smoking. holy shit.

Baby Kicks Pt. 2

pairing: husband!jungkook x pregnant wife!reader

genre: expecting parents au, fluff, 18+

summary: Jungkook busies himself with laundry.

wc: 817

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, apprehensiveness/anxiety about being a first-time parent

date: April 15, 2023

Jungkook keeps his music low, humming along as he fixes the mood lamp on the coffee table. All day he’s busied himself with laundry, washing your clothing, his, and everything for his son.

Piles and piles of folded clothing sit all around him. Multiple trips to his son’s bedroom to put everything away by size and color have occupied most of his night. He’d taken extra care with the denim jacket he’d bought recently, one that matched his own. You’d giggled when he’d shown you a black leather jacket similar to his, informing him that Mini-Me would outgrow it faster than he thought. Jungkook simply smiled, pulling out six more identical jackets in various sizes. 

You had gone to bed hours ago, but Jungkook could hear you rolling from side to side, grunting as you tried to get comfortable. Blackjack had peeped his head over his bed, looking toward the bedroom before staring at Jungkook with those dark, brooding eyes. Jungkook swears Blackjack still has it out for him after the couch incident.

Jungkook had helped you pack your hospital bag earlier, deciding to wash everything in your home just in case your baby arrived sooner than expected. You were so close to your due date, more than ready to meet your son and hopefully be able to lie down comfortably as well.

At the moment, Jungkook had a pile of his Calvin Klein boxers in his laundry basket. All brand new, but all washed before he wore them. You never know what clothing has been through before wearing it right off the rack or right out of a package. Besides, he liked his clothing smelling good, and he enjoyed doing laundry, so it wasn’t a big deal for him. In fact, the reason he was washing his new underwear was that his had mysteriously disappeared or had popped back up with tiny holes that matched Blackjack’s little teeth. You say it’s all circumstantial evidence, but Blackjack seems to yap every time Jungkook takes his underwear out of the laundry basket. Suspicious.

After folding his underwear and socks, he places everything back into the basket to carry to your bedroom. He’s quiet as he puts it away, the room illuminated by the glow of the lamp on the nightstand. He does his best to hurry, but as he shuts the last drawer, you’re calling his name.

“Yeah, baby?” he asks as he sets the basket aside and jogs to your side, his eyes immediately scoping out any signs of distress.

“I can’t sleep,” you groan as you sit up, pillows supporting your back. “He won’t stop moving.”

Jungkook smiles softly. His hand rests on your rounded belly as he coos. “Go to sleep, Mini-Me.”

You laugh when there’s a kick in response. Probably wasn’t the best idea to call Jungkook over, but you’re tired and hopeful he’ll be able to settle your son. Jungkook is not one to give up easily. He climbs into bed beside you, scooting close to your stomach as he talks to your child. His hand rubs gentle circles into your skin, singing softly when he notes your eyes close and your breathing evens out.

“I can’t wait to meet you, little one. You’re going to be so cute,” Jungkook whispers, his hair falling over his eyes as he kisses your stomach. Smiling, Jungkook carefully settles into his side of the bed. He’s been apprehensive about his son’s arrival. He’s never held a baby before. He worries he’ll drop his son or perhaps his son won’t like him, and he’ll cry any time he holds him.

Jungkook read several books, took notes, and even practiced installing the car seat and taking it out just to do it again. He wants to be the perfect dad and wants Mini-Me to be so loved and never want for anything.

Some nights, his thoughts keep him awake until the birds are chirping and the sun is rising, streaming through the cracks in the curtains. You always assure him, kiss him until his worries turn minuscule, and as the days fly by and the due date hangs over his head, the nervousness grows. He knows you’ll be amazing. How could you not be? 

“Jungkook,” your soft voice startles him as your hand reaches for his. 

“Yes?” he asks in response, his tongue feeling like lead.

“Are you okay?” you ask gently, knowing that his thoughts are probably running rampant with worry. 

“I will be,” Jungkook answers honestly as he scoots closer to you. 

“He’ll love you, Koo. There’s no way he won’t,” you grin. “He kicks every time he hears your voice. More so when you sing to him.”

Jungkook feels reassured, nodding as he blinks the tears from his eyes.

“Come on,” you encourage Jungkook. “Let’s get some sleep before Mini-Me gets here. We’ll need it.”

“Goodnight, baby,” Jungkook kisses your cheek. “Goodnight, Mini-Me. Sleep tight.”

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ecstasy - pjm

pairings: jimin x reader

synopsis: where you lose him and you start to lose yourself too.

genre: heavy angst, death.

warning(s): drug use, mention of overdose, heavy angst, major character deaths, unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol consumption, happy but not happy ending? (if I miss anything please let me know!)

word count: ~1.2k

song: like crazy - jimin

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a/n: hi!!! Jimin's solo album finally came out, and I have literally had it on repeat. This is the first fic I've written that I've been proud of in a looong while. I wouldn't have even written it if it wasn't for, nikki (@xpeachesncream) so huge shoutout and big thanks to her for pushing me to post this <3 I hope you all enjoy this angsty little thing, give it tons of love! as always, thank you so much for reading<3

The feeling of falling in love was like the feeling of getting high for the first time.

Indescribable.

That’s the feeling you always had with him. Lost in the lights, lost in the emotions, lost in love.

You knew it was going to break you in the end, but did it matter? Did it matter when all you wanted was him?

He promised you forever, and where was he now?

══════ ∘◦❀◦∘ ══════ The blaring lights greeted you like an old friend.

What are you doing here, again?

The music seductively whispers in your ear; let go, let go, let loose.

Is this really what he would’ve wanted your life to come to? Going out to bars every night, taking that tiny little circle to relieve the ache in your chest? Fiddling with the forsaken object, the one that gives you an escape, you weren’t sure.

Should you?

Should you not?

That tiny little pill… Something so small, yet it was the only thing that comforts you now… It’s the only way.

Making your way to the bar, you smile at the familiar bartender, sweetly asking for tequila.

The nice lady behind the bar gives you what you want; her eyes, swirling with sympathy and concern, almost as if she knows what you’re doing. As if she knows how you’re feeling, as if she knows what you’re going through…

How could she know? How could anyone?

Tilting your head back, you let it consume you.

Sweaty bodies closely pressed to each other on the dance floor.

Your arms up as you swat to the beat of the music, your blood rushing through your body and your head in the clouds. You don’t think you could ever get enough of this feeling. The feeling of avoiding the empty hole in your heart, the physical ache you feeling living life every day.

It’s so freeing.

You feel the familiar warmth of his hands on your body. Rings adorning his fingers; something that he was so self-conscious about, but you loved. The way he moves to the music was unlike any one you’ve ever met, the way he moves with you… even better.

Spinning around you’re met with the dark brown eyes you’ve loved for so long. Crescents meet your eyes with a toothy grin; something only reserved for you, and you alone.

“Always so pretty.” He whispered, hot breath hitting your ears as he brings his fingers to the loose hairs that frame your face, gently skimming his fingertips across to push it away.

You let the music guide you, your bodies intertwining together in a beautiful song. His comforting touches paired with your little giggles make it all worth it. Makes this all worth it. He spins you like he always does when you dance – gently twirling you until you’re at arm’s reach, only for him to pull you back to him in a sweet embrace.

“C’mon baby, let’s make this a good night.”

You can hear the playfulness in his tone, his voice like honey, pulling you closer (if that was possible) against him; your back pressed against his toned chest as the two of you sway together in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by blurred faces. Only a few more minutes of soaking in the feeling of each other, he then spins you around to plant a sweet kiss upon your lips.

The taste of fresh mint is something you’d never forget. The smell of citrus fills your senses as he pulls you closer, chasing your lips, and pulling you closer, tighter, never wanting to let you go. Leaning closer, you let the feeling of euphoria consume you.

The music fades in and out as your sole focus is on him. Your hands brush his hair away from his angelic face and the eyes you’ve come to know is filled with adoration, love, and life. Like they always were.

“Follow me.”

You always do.

You drown in shots; shots after shot, his melodic laugh fills your ears, you reciprocate with a laugh of your own. His arms wrapped around you tightly, never wanting to let you go. The warmth that you feel in your chest burns through you like fire, but you couldn’t say you felt the same warmth around you like you normally do.  

Watching his face remain neutral while he shoots back the tequila shot like nothing. You’ve always admired how he could handle his drinks. The first time you witnessed that was at a college party in your freshman year. The pretty boy with his friends taking shots at the other end of the room. You remember admiring him from afar the whole night; unknowingly, he was too, admiring you from afar. It wasn’t until the two of you met on the dance floor, almost as if your bodies were magnetically pulling towards each other like the red strings of fate.

You knew it from that moment; he was yours and you were his.

Forever.

Like he promised.

Spinning you out of your thoughts, he drags you towards the back of the bar away from prying eyes. He hastily brings his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your fingers run through his wispy hair, almost like it was running through air.

The warmth you once felt slowly disappearing. You knew it was coming to an end, but you couldn’t let it.

Not yet, just a little longer.

“Baby.”

You pull away to look into the eyes of your lover, the brown eyes that were once filled with warmth and love, replaced with sadness and guilt.

You feel your own eyes brimming with tears as you grip tighter on the pocket of your skirt, ready to pull out another.

Just a little longer.

“Stop,” His eyes are filled with sorrow, “please… I’m sorry.”

You frantically reach for him, not wanting this to be over so soon,

“Please, don’t go…” You whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat, “please don’t leave me…”

The panic in you begins to rise as you watch your lover slowly, but surely, disappearing before your eyes. Your lips tremble, your hands letting go of his to retrieve the little item that numbs the pain, even if only of a little bit; even if it lets you see him again for just a moment.

Cold hands take yours, your tears never stopping as you look up at your beautiful angel.

“I love you. Always.” He gives you a soft smile, “Just trust me.”

With a final kiss to your cheek, he slowly releases your hands, his figuring slowly disappearing the further he walks away.

You were alone again.

══════ ∘◦❀◦∘ ══════

The feeling of falling in love is like the feeling of getting high for the first time.

But when that moment starts to fade, you succumb back to reality; you give in to the heartbreak and hurt you felt when the one person you loved most, the one person whom you cherished the most in the world, capitulates to sleeping for eternity.

And when the world fades around you and the last remnants of clarity on your tongue, the only thing that’s in focus is him.

Your angel, smiling down at you, reaching his hand out towards you,

“I promised you forever,”

And forever it was.

//unedited