I Loved Seeing Hobi's And Jungkook's Adventures. I Am Always Excited For New Chapters.

I loved seeing Hobi's and Jungkook's adventures. I am always excited for new chapters.

Of Fire and Love (Pt. 7)

(Dragon! Yoongi x Reader) (Fantasy au!) (Coe-parenting au) 

Summary: You dream, nightmares and sweet memories- Yoongi just tries to hold onto you as best he can but he’s never felt so lonely. 

Genre: Fantasy! au, gender exploration, Coe parenting au, Dragon! Yoongi x Reader, Dragon! Hoseok x Sorcerer! jungkook, Minjoon, Taejin

W/c: 20.0k

Tags: Angst, loss of hold on reality, violence, non-explicit sexual content (taejin), possessive behavior, genderfluid characters, gender non conforming characters, gender exploration, alcohol mention,  

A/n: For those of you who’ve followed this story you’ll know that I’ve teased there being a hopekook relationship and this chapter touches on their relationship a lot. i dont think it will make anyone uncomfortable because its explicitly stated their love is not sexual- but just a heads up!

-  Hoseok and Jungkook cling to the side of a building, their feet gripping the bare inch bricks just narrowly. This library is old, with drafty long hallways and a crumbling facade that doesn’t help their predicament, every other brick crumbles when they step to it. 

- Every few shimmies Jungkook’s feet slip a little and fear lurches in his gut. he uses every bit of his body to cling. Hoseok has no such misgivings about falling into open space- now the arrows- that might frighten him. Their backs are weighed down with books that make it hard to move, while arrows clang below them against the red stone.

- One almost hits Jungkook’s head and Hoseok shoves it closer to the wall.  Panic keeping it laced in Jungkook’s hair, “Keep your head in you idiot!” he shouts over the din and clank of metal armor. The nights and soldiers below them that gather. Every metallic clink against the stone another person come to kill them. Jungkook only grins, but flinches when one strikes closer to Hoseok’s head.

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JUNGKOOK EXPOSED TATTOOS + LONG DARK HAIR = KILLER COMBO

+ THEM pretty hands!! Peeling onions NEVER looked THAT good!!

D A E C H W I T A

I’m a king I’m a boss Everyone knows my name These bastards who are all talk Cut his head off immediately

I am always so excited for more chapters.  This chapter was so good.  

greedy | myg x reader | chapter five: do we look like recruiters to you?

summary: being a loner has never bothered yoongi until now.  until you.

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: mafia AU, pining, eventual smut

rating: 18+

word count: 6.7K

notes:  thank you all so much for rolling with the changes to my posting schedule. it’s been a while since i posted an update and i really wanted to give you guys a chapter. plus it makes more sense, in my mind to break it out like this.  in this chapter, you’ll notice that ko starts calling OC “yeonin.” thank you to the korean reader who brought to my attention that my previous nickname for her didn’t fit as well as this one. 

anyway, you guys make me endlessly happy with your feedback on this story. i’d love to hear what you think of this chapter.  beta read by @hobi-gif​ because i would wither away without her analysis. also beta’d by the awesome @btsarmy9593​ who has been so awesome to give me her feedback. thank you to @augustbutwinter​ for the words of encouragement. and of course, the boos @ladyartemesia​ and @untaemedqueen​ pitched in to help me in this journey as well.

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Min Yoongi wakes up with a problem.  Well a few problems, actually.

The first is that he has to pee.

The second is the head-to-toe pain that starts to register the moment his sluggish brain kicks into gear.  He starts from the bottom – gingerly wiggling his toes, carefully stretching his legs – and slowly works his way up, taking mental inventory of what hurts and what doesn’t.

A lot of shit is landing on the hurts list right now.

The third problem – and perhaps the most pressing – is the problem pressing into his side right now.

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BTS mixtapes in a nutshell

RM: I’m so conflicted between by idol and rapper identities that it’s tearing me apart, but I’m slowly coming to terms with my identity as a musical artist, so I’m gonna rap in a flow so intricate and sesquipedalian that y’all cant even pretend I’m not the best in the game, also I’ve read so many nihilistic philosophy books that I wanna DIE, but not before I’ve DRUNK my WEIGHT in LIQUOR and had a RAP BATTLE with GOD

Agust D: fuck all you fake rappers, fuck your moms, fuck high school, fuck the bourgeois, fuck depression, fuck social isolation, i cant trust nobody not even myself because im possessed by an evil rapping demon consumed by its lust for greed and fame, meet me in daegu for an ass kicking you fake fucks, i’ll kick your ass, i’ll kick his ass, I’LL KICK MY OWN ASS

Hope World: 🌺 ✨ 🌸 ✨ 🌺 WELCOME TO THE PARTY ZONE🌸 ✨ 🌺 ✨ 🌸It’s A Struggle To Maintain My Public Vs Personal Personas ✨ But I’m Still ✨ Like ✨ A Super Successful Idol ✨ So Life Is Pretty Sweet For Me Right Now ✨ I Love My Bros And My Fans ✨ I’ll Give The Haters My Free Flyer Points Since They Don’t Have Any! 🌺 ;) 🌺  🌈 follow ur dreams 🌈 i luv u 💖

I cant wait to read more of this.

Loving Mr. Jeon.

Jungkook x OC

Warnings : Mute!Jungkook , casual ableism by people.

Plot : Lee Ae Ra has spent the better part of her life with her best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Together, they’ve built a successful business Empire, Jeon Publishing. As Jungkook’s executive Assistant and a silent partner, Ae Ra handles a huge chunk of the work and also supports the hearing/ vocally impaired Jungkook in a ton of ways. The hours are crazy , the work is insanely demanding and she has no time to call her own. But Aera doesn’t mind.

Partly because she loves her job. But mostly because she’s in love with her best friend.

Chapter 1

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“So, you’re telling him tonight? right?” My mother’s voice was vaguely grating on my ears, her presence unwelcome as I tried to brush my hair into some semblance of elegance. I generally kept it up in a messy bun , efficient and tidy but tonight was supposed to be special.

“Yes, mother. That is the plan.” I sighed, slipping the final jeweled hairpin into the up knot. My hair was naturally silk and I gently curled one of the shorter strands around my finger to give it a little pizzazz.

“And if he says no, you’ll agree to meet Mr. Min’s son again?” she prodded, reaching down and grabbing a tissue when I accidentally smudged my lipstick. Again.

I rolled my eyes. Mr. Min’s son was easily the most tsundere man I had ever met and not even his dashing good looks or low drawn drawl could make up for his prickly personality. 

“You really want him to turn me down, don’t you?” I accused, pointing a sharp comb at her. She recoiled looking a little guilty but straightened quickly after.

“He doesn’t think of you that way. I know it in my bones. I don’t even know why you’re doing this, because its only going to make things awkward for both of you.” She pleaded and I bit my lip. 

I couldn’t really refute that.

Telling Jungkook that I was in love with him after twelve years of friendship was definitely not the smartest thing to do, all things considered. But it was what I wanted to do because it was the truth. And I couldn’t just move on with someone else when there was the tiniest possibility that he may feel the same way. And while I knew that there was a very very high chance he would turn me down , I couldn’t spend the rest of my life regretting something this important . 

Hence, tonight.

It was our weekly dinner date, except it was also my birthday so Jungkook had booked a lavish dining area in one of the poshest hotels lining the banks of the Han. I was turning twenty seven, just a year younger than him , and he had insisted that we ought to celebrate properly. Especially because the deal with Kim corp had gone through. Authors signed under our name would now automatically be included in one of the latest reading devices the Tech giant was due to launch  next year. 

I carefully opened one of the many jeweled boxes lining the mahogany cabinet , most of them gifts from Jungkook and some bought by me on a whim. I was wearing an off shoulder deep red gown with an empire waist and a sequined bodice. Last Christmas, Jungkook had bought me a pair of exquisite ruby earrings, long and studded with a row of diamonds. They looked scintillating against my bare shoulders.

“And there’s also a possibility that he may agree. So…” I smiled wide and my mother sighed, reaching out to press her palm against my cheek. 

She bit her lips, a nervous tic of hers. It was more prominent after my dad had passed away and I knew she worried about me , worried about me somehow being alone . 

“I just want you to be happy…” She whispered. I smiled and pressed a kiss to her hand.

“I know…and I love you for it. But I love him. I can’t just move on without giving us a chance.”, I kissed her again, “So I really need to do this…”

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 This place is gorgeous,  I signed watching as Jungkook held the door open for me. He grinned at me, eyes twinkling against the brightly lit patio. 

 This place is impossible to get into. I had to pull quite a few favors to get in, so you better be grateful,  his fingers moved rapidly as he signed, his lips curled in a teasing smile as he winked at me. I grinned and nodded. Jungkook was easily the most handsome man I had ever met, which wasn’t surprising because both his parents were gorgeous. But, even as a fifteen year old, he had never been gangly or awkward. He was cute as a teenager and the years had only added to his masculinity. The bright innocent eyes took on a teasing glint, smiles got replaced by knowing smirks and the hours spent in the gym had given him a physique that made every female turn when he entered a room. 

But it wasn’t just the looks. He was always impeccably dressed in perfectly tailored suits, a gentleman with the ladies . And yet, he was just as chronically single as me. 

 I knew countless women who had tried to get him into their beds, but rarely did he get asked on dates. Sign language wasn’t something everyone knew and these women tended to frown at the fact that I was a necessary fixture in any dinner date, because I served as his personal interpreter. Which just made it all the more important that I tell him how I felt. I didn’t like the idea of Jungkook not being loved the way he deserved to be loved. 

I got pulled out my thoughts by Jungkook, who curled his fingers around my wrist, tugging me to the table at the end of the lavishly decorated deck. I smiled as he pulled the chair out for me, slipping in carefully and placing my purse on the side. Jungkook slid into the chair opposite me, the soft glow from the candles throwing his perfect features into sharp relief. I felt my breath catch because , it always did. 

Jeon Jungkook was beautiful and i would never tire of looking at him. 

 Drinks tonight? I’ll call us an Uber….  He tilted his head in question and I nodded. 

In about twenty minutes we were both digging into our dinner laughing as he told me about his sister Da Som trying to get Jung Hoseok’s number. Hoseok was the other partner in our company and easily the most oblivious man on the planet. Poor Dasom had carried a torch for the handsome young man for the better part of five years, all her flirtations useless in the face of Sunshine Hobi’s ( as he was fondly called ) cheerful indifference. Dasom had been a friend of mine from school and the only one other than my mother who knew how I felt about Jungkook. She had told me to go for it. That there really was no one better suited for Jungkook than I . 

 Do you know Min Yoongi? I asked casually , carefully cutting into a large potato wedge seasoned with thyme and lemon. 

Jungkook hummed . 

 Bit of a bastard,  He chuckled. 

I hesitated . Well, this was it. 

I kept my chopsticks down and stared at him, taking a small sip of water. Jungkook was capable of reading lips when he had to , which was kind of essential because of the kind of work we were in. And I wanted to say this out loud. I waited till he looked up, eyebrows raised in question. Taking a deep breath, I ploughed on. 

“My mother thinks I should get married.” I said softly. He frowned but nodded.

“ She wants me to meet Yoongi and you know, maybe go on a few dates. And possibly marry him sometime next year” I felt my voice shake a little , suddenly happy that he couldn’t hear the way I sounded. 

Jungkook didn’t reply for a few seconds, staring blankly at his food and then he looked up , shrugging nonchalantly. And for all that I was prepared for his rejection, the callous indifference in his eye still felt like a stab through my heart. 

 Go for it. He’s a good guy.  He went back to his dinner and I felt my heart drop down to the pit pf my stomach.

 Abort! A voice in my head screamed. This is all the response you need…. Do not be the idiot who gets publicly rejected on her birthday because she’s too dumb to take a hint. 

I reached out and gripped his wrist, curling my fingers around them, feeling like I would shatter into a million pieces. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

I hadn’t meant to blurt it out but it came out nonetheless. Jungkook’s eyes widened, lips parting in surprise and he exhaled sharply. 

I flinched when he drew back, his hand slipping out of mine. 

 Jagi….

 “I’m sorry. “ I felt tears threaten but swallowed the lump in my throat.” Its selfish of me to do this but .. but I had to tell you. You deserve to know.” I whispered. 

Jungkook didn’t respond, just stared at me , his eyes swimming with sympathy and I had never felt more pathetic in my life. 

 You know I love you, but I…. He stopped, staring at me with pleading eyes and I managed a weak smile. 

 I know,  I signed back quickly.  Its not a great idea but I thought…well I thought you would consider it. 

He took a deep breath and stared right at me. 

I can’t lose you. If we date and something goes wrong and… I can’t lose you. He reached out to hold my hand and I nodded. He was right. If we dated and things went wrong, well….it would suck. But , it sucked ow too, to be honest. It sucked pretty damn bad. But I couldn’t let this affect us, I just couldn’t. 

 It’s okay, don’t worry about it.  I tried to smile but it was hard. 

You’re too young to be worrying about finding a guy. Let it happen when it happens….. You have me till then.  He reached out and lightly brushed my cheeks with his fingers. 

I nodded, determined not to let this ruin the evening for us . Plenty of time to go home and lick my wounds in private. . I grabbed his hand and curled my fingers around his. 

I won’t argue with that.

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“  So apparently, I’ve raised an idiot.” 

I jumped a bit, my glasses nearly slipping off my nose as I looked up over the thick files I was trying to sort through. Mrs Jeon had swept into my office, a ludicrously large hat perched on her blonde locks as she looked around the office for a place to drop the umpteen shopping bags in her hands. Spotting the green loveseat in the corner, she made a beeline to the chair and dropped her bags, before straightening her pale green gown.

At forty seven, Mrs. Jeon looked half her age, a tiny waif like lady with Jungkook’s smile and Dasom’s bulldozing nature. 

“Good Morning Mrs. Jeon….” I grinned indulgently. I loved her intensely. Unlike my own mother, she loved living life on a whim and was just all around a delight to be around. 

“Jungkook told me what happened last night. I threw my book at his head.” She said cheerfully.

I laughed , not expecting that. 

“Its alright , Mrs Jeon, it was just me clearing up the air. Jungkook isn’t obligated to return my feelings and I’ve made peace with that.” I smiled at her. 

It was mostly true. 

Twelve years is a long time to be hung up on one person and Jungkook had often enough quashed my hopes that the rejection didn’t sting as much as it would’ve usually. And it was also a nice reality check. Things didn’t often go the way you wanted and that was okay. I’d done what I meant to do. Now it was time to move on. Properly. 

“It is not alright. I knew ten years ago that you were my daughter in law and I’ve told him so a few hundred dozen times. I don’t know what he’s playing at.” She gave a huge dramatic sigh, plopping down on the chair opposite mine. 

She peered up at me suddenly.

“Just out of curiosity, have you considered wearing better fitting clothes around him?” She tilted her head .

I spluttered. 

“ Mrs. Jeon ….”

“I’m just saying, you have these amazing….” I was saved from any unwanted description of my body, by her phone ringing. She pulled it out of her bag, groaning when she saw the caller id. 

“Brat. He must’ve seen me come inside your office. “ She muttered before brushing her fingers up to attend the facetime call.

“I’m not saying anything to her.” She spoke clearly and carefully , so her son could better read her lips. Jungkook must’ve replied quite aggressively because she rolled her eyes. 

“She’s not busy and I’m not disturbing her…” She paused and then sighed again. “ Fine, I’ll leave. But just remember, she’s a beautiful , intelligent girl and Min Yoongi is going to win her heart because he isn’t an idiot. Don’t come crying to me then.” She hung up aggressively and flashed me a blinding smile. I could imagine how angry Jungkook must’ve been right at this very moment. 

“Your mother told me she’s already fixed a lunch date for you today…Is he picking you up?”

I flinched. My mother had taken advantage of my promise to meet Yoongi and had booked a table for us for today. The day after I’d told Jungkook about my feelings. Which was just terrible in every way. 

 It felt a lot like I was trying to rub it in his face and I hadn’t mustered up the courage to tell Jungkook , hoping to brush it off as a business meeting if he were to ask. It wasn’t uncommon for both of us to take lunches with our clients but we usually kept each other informed. 

I watched Mrs Jeon gather all her bags and make her way out, staring at the clock. It was a little past eleven and I had to get ready. We were supposed to meet a little past twelve.

My Office was a floor below Jungkook’s looking out into the river just like his. I had an en-suite bath and dressing room and a cozy room with a pullout couch for the nights when Jungkook and I stayed overnight. 

I had bought two dresses for last night, and the one I hadn’t worn to dinner was a bright floral printed gown that stopped just past mid thigh. It fitted me like a glove, the wide neck showing off just a little bit of cleavage. I hadn’t worn it last night because it felt too chilly for the night. 

 I washed my face and brushed my hair letting it fall into waves around my shoulders as I slipped into the gown. I wasn’t looking forward to the stares I would get because my attire usually just consisted of wide pants and loose fitting blouses. 

Slipping on a pair of white pumps, I \quickly redid my makeup, applying pale pink gloss and shimmery mascara because I felt just a little bit attention starved. I hadn’t been on a date in a long while and it wouldn’t hurt to appeal to Min Yoongi’s baser instincts right? I plumped my lips with more gloss and turned around to check the time, only to collide right into a hard muscled chest.

Fingers gripped both my arms, steadying me and I stared up in shock at Jungkook, with his jacket off and his tie undone, hair messed like he’d been running his fingers through the silky strands. I pressed my hands against his chest, the luxurious fabric of his shirt crumpling where I gripped it. He sucked i a quick breath, eyes flashing as he helped me steady myself. 

“When did you get in here?” I said , stunned, trying to regroup my scattered braincells. I was still gripping his shirt, the smooth hardness of his pecs making my head swim and I pulled my hands away in shock inhaling sharply. The scent of his cologne with the faint hint of perspiration made my mouth water. 

Fuck.  Fuck. 

I stepped back, flushing and tried to breath evenly . Jungkook cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair again, holding his hands up in apology.

 Sorry I crept up on you.

I nodded, waving it off. He always prowled around like a jaguar, silent and alert. Most new employees screamed the first few weeks when he appeared at their side like he’d been conjured out of thin air.

Are you going somewhere?  He raised an eyebrow at me and I cursed. 

Taking a deep breath, I managed a smile.

 Lunch date. I’ll be back soon to go over the Lee Jung Manuscript and we can -

 I stopped when he reached out grabbing my arm again and lightly pulling me closer, eyes moving up and down my body and I flushed when he made me turn, leering pointedly at my butt.

 The dress is quite short.

 I glared at him, yanking my hand back. 

 I’m not your little sister. Or your daughter. I’m twenty seven . I can wear what I want. 

 He held both his hands up in surrender, laughing a little.

 As you wish. Who’s the lucky guy?

 I hesitated. For a moment I considered lying but it was pointless.

“Yoongi.” I said softly not elaborating further. Was it wishful thinking when I felt like his eyes narrowed in distaste?

Probably.

 Wow. You got over me quick. 

I smiled despite myself.

 Not yet, but lets see how the date goes. I’ll meet up with you later, okay?

 He nodded and then turned around to leave . 

Then he stopped near the door.

 Keep the dress on when you come to me , okay?  He leered, wagging his eyebrows. 

I felt myself flush all the way to the tips of my toes as I grabbed an empty file and tossed it at his head. 

No wonder Mrs. Jeon threw a book at him. He was insufferable. 

Author’s NOte : Don’t hate me but this was already written. :D  Veritas and Harvest Moon , tomorrow? Also don’t be shy let me know if you liked this <3