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two rotten apples [m]

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❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 16.053

GENRE → smut | eventual angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | spanking | hair pulling | praising | explicit language | female masturbation | graphic oral sex | penetration

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | COMING SOON

There was always that one person at parties—that one person who hid in a bathtub somewhere so they didn’t have to contribute to society’s norms of choking on their own vomit and passing out cuddling a pink garden gnome.

Or maybe that was just you.

Then again, it wasn’t just any party you were hiding in a bathtub at—it wasn’t some rager that had frat boys downstairs chugging so much alcohol that their livers probably looked like fucking dried out asparagus—it was your high school graduation party. And maybe you’d attended only the lamest graduation parties in your eighteen years of life, but there was no alcohol here—only fruit punch. Yet, there you were, still hiding in a bathtub for some fucking reason with a piece of chocolate cake balanced in your lap.

You should probably reiterate that it was your party, which makes things worse since normally you don’t hide in a bathtub when you’re the guest of honor.

Normally—but this was not a normal circumstance.

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Russian Roulette

Words: 2.4k  Genre: Angst, Mafia!Au Summary: Blanks and a bullet - it will only take one to die and one chance to live.

Cr.

Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

A sterling table rusted and tarnished to onyx, concrete walls and floor without a trace of light. The flickering bulb swings above you, moving your shadow despite not breathing and creaking slowly like a metronome; a lullaby to your absolute demise. There is only one set of steel doors, far out of reach and even a scream at the top of your lungs would be heard by empty ears. All barring one.

A man you’ve known your entire life, dark hair and stone, cold eyes; more of a foe than ever a friend.

A suitcase sits on the table between the both of you and you’re too disgusted to even touch it, fully aware of it being brimmed with dirty, green bills. It should be enough to satisfy him.

It takes all your efforts to muster a smile but even then, it’s a smirk of contempt. You don’t know what it’s like for your lips to upturn in joy. You’ve never felt happiness before. “I think it’s safe to say that the both of us can’t leave here.”

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Mr. & Mrs. Jeon

a/n: mr & mrs smith. those are my only words. i should be writing the sky high stuff but you know… this too

summary: you had a secret life, one that you tried so hard to keep. you were so busy trying to cover your tracks that you had no idea that he was too.

word count: 2.1k

part I <> next 

The crosshairs of your gun wavered from the sudden shriek in your ear piece and you had to fight the urge to yell at the new girl at your agency to shut up. If you did, your cover would be blown and your target would’ve been out of your range. 

“Sorry, Ms. Y/N,” Lily whispered now and you found yourself unable to hold a grudge against her. Although she was new, she was trained and knew when to be serious. It was what got her the job at the agency and what got her the privilege to be even working with you. “But target’s time of death must be before 2100.” 

Not a second passed after her reminder did your gun pull the trigger and the bullet found its place in the man’s head. Once the job was finished and another agent had cleaned up the mess, your phone buzzed in your back pocket, halting your packing of your sniper rifle. 

[ kookie <3 : hey, jagi, dinner tonight? i cooked :) ]

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Wet

A NIGHT AT HOME | JIMIN VERSION

WORD COUNT: 3,104

warnings: graphic smut, shower sex, sub!jimin, dom!reader, slightly degrading, rough sex

masterlist | ask | song

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Withdrawal

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | YOONGI VERSION 

WORD COUNT: 9K

Yoongi had been your brother’s supplier for years, you were familiar with his name and reputation but never cared enough to meet the man who was indirectly tearing your family apart. That was until your brother got himself into trouble, real trouble, and you found yourself on Yoongi’s doorstep with a very tempting offer. If he cleared your brother’s debts he would get the one thing he never even knew he wanted.

You.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, dom!yoongi + sub!reader, spanking, substance abuse, physical violence, family issues, threatened non-con & strong language

masterlist | ask | song

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a hellhound!yoongi x reader series in the spirit of halloween

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (M) | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 (final)

Eyes.

Yoongi’s are a rich brown color: deep, brooding, earthy. Cold to strangers. Warm to those he cherishes. You’re not sure where in that spectrum you fall; sometimes his eyes are cold to you, sometimes warm, other times neither, in which his gaze seems so burning hot that it feels cold, or maybe so freezing cold that it feels hot. He’s never been easy to read.

Still, when you’re able to break past the surface and really look into his eyes, you see worlds full of stories.

They always begin in a lavishly elaborate, dimly lit room, fashioned with furniture gold and shining. From the open window, you can see that the moon is full. There are no stars. Instead, there are countless pairs of glowing eyes watching from the shadows, full of scheming, malicious intent, echoing an unforgiving thirst for vengeance. They disappear when looked at directly.

What happens next always changes, but the stories always end in a red world of chaos, crumbled ruins burning endlessly in bright flames. You stare and stare into that world until the jagged edges of broken pillars shift into sharp teeth, bared in a feral snarl. The flames morph into matted fur, and the light emitted from the fires is reflected from beady eyes.

And that’s when you lose sight of Yoongi.

Instead, a monster looks out from his eyes.

a/n: big thanks to @clairemurdcks for making the header etc. but also no thanks to her for the pun that was in the header omfg

{PART 1} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You drive to your boss‘s house with the intention of returning his wallet he left at the office. You feel uneasy, seeing his manor for the first time - Jungkook also feels uneasy, but for reasons that you could never begin to imagine.

A/N; This is the first instalment of a request I received that I decided to turn into a series that will contain smut. I’ll release a new chapter every Tuesday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time), I hope you enjoy part 1 ^^

{Part 1} {Part 2}

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Crescent Bound {M} - Jungkook

Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre:  Werewolf! AU/ Smut / Dash of Fluff Word Count: 12,730 

Crescent Bound Series Masterlist | Jungkook | Yoongi | Jimin

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (and if you can handle that then I’m pretty sure you can handle the coarse language)

The first time you noticed a change with Jungkook was towards the end of summer before classes started again. It was late evening. The last of the summer heat for the day drawn away and the cool breeze from the open window crept in. You shifted closer to Jungkook, feeling the warmth of his body radiate off him to you. His body temperature always running a tad bit higher than yours and you would tease him about it. He’d joke and say that it’s because your heart was so cold and his was warm. He had been  your best friend for as long as you could remember. There was nothing that you two didn’t know about each other. It started off as your typical night with Jungkook, watching movies on the couch in the living room of his house. You had cuddled him before, something that was nothing more than an innocent gesture between both of you. Yet that night was different. When you moved closer to him he stiffened, and though you had barely brushed against him a loud groan escaped his lips before he collapsed from the couch on to the ground. He keeled over grasping at his wrist, his breathing erratic.

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Only Mine {M}

Jeon Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut + / jealousy   Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content Word Count: 5,184

Jungkook never had any serious troubles with women. He enjoyed the simple satisfaction of sharing a meal with them, talking with them and the added pleasure of sex. Women seemed to reciprocate the feelings back, naturally attracted to him and often taking the first initiative with little effort from himself. However, what he did lack when it came to the opposite sex was not offering them anything beyond that. There wasn’t any traumatizing experience that happened to him. No sad break up story that caused him to close himself off from anyone. In reality, ever since he was young and he experienced the joy of women, relationships and settling down never appealed to him. He was quite sure that the bachelor life was made for him. No matter how appealing the woman he met was, if she was on the lookout for a boyfriend he made sure to steer clear and keep his distance. He wasn’t particular with any desired traits in a woman that peaked his interest. As long as she didn’t bore him, that was enough. But he bored easily after some time, hence why relationships and being tied down never worked out. Once the initial attraction and spark dimmed and he started to get to know her, to get comfortable with her he’d become discouraged. If the hazy cloud that screamed ‘commitment’ would start to loom over him, Jungkook knew how to skillfully shut things down right away. Like a pro he was well equipped with techniques to make sure things ended swiftly, naturally and more importantly, cleanly. “It’s not you it’s me,” was the classic cliche line for others, but for himself his words boosted their ego, sending them off with no regrets and the promise that they could remain friends, sometimes with the added benefits.

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the galaxy in our hearts || myg

⇢ summary: min yoongi has been raising his daughter on his own her entire life, convinced that he needs no one else apart from their family of two. you come along to change that. (single parent au)

⇢ genre: the fluffiest fluff

⇢ word count: 6.16k

⇢ warnings: swearing

⇢ note: sort of a holiday au towards the end; written because yoongi deserves all the happy endings in the world, even in fictional universes.

When Min Yoongi sends his lovely daughter off to school for the very first time, he cries.

You see, it is typically the exact opposite, with your child hanging off of you and sobbing out big, fat tears as they urgently plea for you to not abandon them there. But Yoongi’s daughter is not exactly a normal child and he is not exactly a normal father, so things do not go as planned as he drops her off at the front of the classroom.

They are stopped in the doorway together and he is silently observing the classroom as though the walls themselves might reach out and swallow her whole. Those same menacing walls are so brightly colored they nearly burn through his retinas. Everything in the room appears to be masked over in vivid hues, including the violently canary yellow blouse of his daughter’s future teacher. Nervousness laces through Yoongi’s body when he notices exactly how crowded the room is, teeming with activity as other young students at the desks chatter back and forth, already playing with one another.

His daughter has been homeschooled by him her whole life until now, and though he knows she needs to be with other children her own age, he does not quite know how ready she is for this yet.

When he squeezes her hand, Eunha squeezes back.

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a prince's ardor || knj

⇢ summary: prince namjoon is particularly clumsy, and it takes him accidentally stabbing himself with his own sword for you, the castle nurse, to find the perks of taking care of him in more ways than one. (royalty/prince au; enemies to lovers au if you squint.)

⇢ genre: fluff; eventual smut + angst

⇢ word count: 8.71k

⇢ warnings: mentions of sexual content; swearing; descriptions of blood/injury

⇢ note: once upon a time, @megjin and i had a conversation about namjoon looking like a victorian prince, and this series is the result and is dedicated to her. :’) enjoy!! (also so pls forgive me if any of the medical info. is inaccurate!)

The prince is altogether beautiful, cold, and untouchable, except for when he is not.

Your island kingdom is small enough and traditional enough to still have a king who rules over all while residing in a hilltop castle overlooking a sloping valley. He is a just king, for the most part, but he is not necessarily one to engage in conversation with his people. So long as very few are starving to death on the streets, he is content to live out his life with his queen and his only son on either side of his throne.

Growing up around royalty, you imagine, must be quite a bit different than learning the ways of the world around the commoners who gave such royalty their status. It was perfectly easy as a child to look up the royal family both in awe and seething jealousy. They were wealthy down to the roots of their hair, positively dripping in gold and jewels. You never had the luxury of running water in your home or private tutors lecturing you in the comfort of your own bed. Similarly, you also never had advisors leering viciously down your throat every waking moment, either.

Everyone has their burdens to bear, you suppose.

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fast: prologue

Pairing- Jungkook x Reader

Word Count- 273

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a/n- here is my brand new jungkook-centric series, “Fast”. it’ll be angsty, fluffy, and everything in between. i hope you guys enjoy! 

Trailer I Character Profiles I Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03  I 04 I 05 I 06 I

Starting Line 

Life doesn’t slow down for anybody. It moves without warning, without an ounce of mercy. It takes its prisoners and continues on. The only thing you can do is try your best to enjoy the ride. 

Life can be cruel sometimes. You lose the people you love- your brothers, your sisters, your friends- and still have to try and get back up again. No matter how much you want to quit and give up completely, you have to keep going- even if it hurts, even if you don’t think you can take it. You just keep going. 

Life can also be full of surprises. One day you can wake up and meet the love of your life, somebody so great that you wonder how you ever lived without them by your side. You don’t always know what’s hiding behind the next corner and maybe that’s the beauty of it. 

Life is a bundle of experiences, one laced right after another. Although some don’t mean much- a trip to the grocery store, checking your email, watching a movie- some mean the world. Some experiences are things you can’t stop thinking about, and some are so intense that you know they’ll never be forgotten. They overtake you. 

Life is crazy. It’s bold, it’s unpredictable, and it’s utterly confusing. And although it’s beautiful, it can be heartbreaking and tragic, and so painful that all you want is to curl up and hide from the world. It’s so many things wrapped up into such a short time, and that’s just the thing. There’s no time. 

No, life doesn’t move slow.  Not in the slightest. 

Life is fast.

safety;

member- jungkook

genre- fluff, angst? trigger warning for guns/mention of death

words- 1,523

summary- date nights aren’t always what you expect. prompt “take mine” from  100 ways to say i love you. mafia!au

a/n- uh this was going to be really short but then i couldn’t stop writing. i’m a lil rusty, since it’s been so long :’))) so please enjoy!

It was supposed to be a simple dinner date.

All you wanted was one amazing night with the one you loved, full of smiles and good food and pure happiness. With Jungkook’s less-than-ordinary job, it was hard to find the time to go out. He often came home late, or too exhausted to do anything other than go to bed. You weren’t complaining, but you still wished to have some time with your boyfriend that consisted of something other than sleeping. So, as soon as he mentioned going to the grand opening of a new restaurant in town, you were ecstatic.

“You look so wonderful, love,” Jungkook said as he sipped on his champagne. You were wearing his favorite dress, a red one he had bought you on one of his oversea travels. When he had given it to you, he explained that it was one of a kind and that once he saw it, he knew that it couldn’t belong to anyone other than you. Every time you wore it, you remembered those words and felt incredibly special.

You smiled. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You loved when he got dressed up, especially when he wore a suit. Tonight, he had chosen a navy two-piece- sans the tie- with brown oxfords. Dashing didn’t even begin to explain how good he looked. 

You twirled your fork around your fingers. “You know, you’ve been gone a lot lately. I’m beginning to forget what you look like,” you teased. A look of guilt quickly flashed across his face.

“I know, and I’m really sorry. Things have been a bit tense lately with one of our rival groups and I’m just trying to figure it all out.” He rarely told you the details of his job, insisting that the less you knew, the better in terms of your safety. You knew he was right, but you still loved when he confided in you about it.

“It’s okay, babe. I just miss you is all.” You took another bite of your meal. “What if you-”

Chaos suddenly interrupted you. Gunshots loudly rang out through the dining area and high-pitched screams invaded you ears. Before you had a chance to react, Jungkook had a grip on your arm, pulling you up and shielding you with his body as he ran to the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on?” you gasped as he hid you in a nearby supply closet.

Jungkook roughly ran his hand through his hair and looked around to make sure nobody saw him- or you. “We knew they would attack soon. I just didn’t think it would be like this.”

Your brain pieced together what was going on. This wasn’t just a random attack- one of the another mafia was coming after your boyfriend tonight. You wished you weren’t as scared as you were. You wanted to be fearless like Jungkook, but the screams of pain and loud gunshots terrified you to your bone. “W-What are you going to do?”

“I have to go, just stay here, okay?” He felt around his waistband. “Fuck.” He breathed harshly through his nose but pulled out his gun and pushed it into your hands anyway. “I only brought one, so take mine. If anyone other than me opens the door, you shoot. Do you understand me?”

You looked at the small black pistol in your shaking hands. “Kook, I can’t-”

“You can and you will.” His tone left no room for discussion. Loud shouts came from outside the kitchen, causing Jungkook to hurriedly kiss your forehead and shut the door.

“Please be safe,” you whispered. You had never held a gun before. The feeling was insanely foreign across your fingertips. Jungkook made sure to keep you at arm’s length from his mafia life, so it was safe to say that you have never been stuck in a situation like this before.  

You positioned yourself against the wall, facing the door head on. You held the gun tightly and aimed it directly in front of you. Your finger hovered over the trigger, prepared to pull it whenever it became necessary.

You stayed in that position until your arms began to ache, but the screams paralyzed you and made it impossible to move. Shortly, everything grew silent, making your heart get caught in your throat. You instantly were scared that something happened to Jungkook. He didn’t have a gun, and as far as you knew, he was on his own. Your fear intensified once you heard the doorknob begin to turn.

“Y/N, it’s Jungkook.” Once you saw his face, tears began to leak from your eyes, both from relief and terror. You still couldn’t move, so he had to take the gun from your hands and tuck it into his waistband. He wrapped you in his arms and hugged you tightly.

You pulled away from him and looked him over. “Are you okay?” you asked, sniffling. He had a small cut on his cheek, and blood splattered on his white button-up, but that’s all you could see.

“I’m fine. My other members were close and they helped me out.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. “Are you okay?”

You sighed. “Physically, I’m fine. But mentally, I feel like I was just shoved through a paper shredder.”

Jungkook chuckled. “A paper shredder? You sure have the best analogies.”

You managed to smile a little. “Give me a break, I’m traumatized.”

Jungkook helped you to your feet, keeping an arm around your waist. “It’s rough out there. Keep your eyes closed and I’ll lead you outside.” You didn’t argue. Seeing a bunch of dead bodies wasn’t exactly on your bucket list.

The cool night air soon invaded your senses. “It’s all clear now,” Jungkook said.

You opened your eyes, happy to see his car parked a few yards away. You felt drained, and all you wanted was to curl up in bed next to Kook. “Can we go home?”

“Anything you want, love.”

**

An hour later, you were relaxed and lounging in your and Jungkook’s ginormous bed, eyes focused on the Queer Eye episode playing in front of you. Your focus quickly shifted once Jungkook walked out of the shower with only a towel around his hips.

“Put some clothes on!” you called out teasingly. He stuck his tongue out at you and ruffled his wet hair.

“You know you love it.” He quickly changed into a pair of sweats and flopped down on the bed beside you. He rested his head on your lap, smiling up at you. “So, I’ve been thinking…”

“Well that can’t be good,” you teased.

“Hush.” He grabbed your hand. “So answer me honestly. Do you still want to be together?”

You heart stopped for the second time that night. “A-Are you breaking up with me?”

“No, no, no.” He sat up and held your face in his hands. “I love you. So much that I would let you go completely if it meant you were safe.”

You shook your head firmly. “I would feel a lot less safe without you by my side. You give me comfort, a place to find solace. If I didn’t have you, I’d be…” The thought of not being with Jungkook brought tears to your eyes.

He hurriedly used his thumbs to wipe away any tear that fell. “Shh, don’t cry. I just wanted to give you the option.” He paused and sighed. “After tonight, I couldn’t stop thinking of what I would’ve done if you had gotten hurt. Just thinking about it made it hard to breathe. I don’t want you to ever be in that situation again, but I wanted to leave this up to you. If you want to leave, at any point, just tell me and I’ll make sure you get away from this life with no strings attached.”

You wrapped your arms around Jungkook’s neck and pulled him against you tightly. “There’s no way I could live without you. I know it’s dangerous to stay, but…it’s a risk I’m willing to take.” You felt a tear on your neck, but you didn’t mention it. Jungkook hid his feelings better than anyone you knew, but you never questioned his love for you, even now.

“Good. I didn’t really plan on how to act if you said yes.” He pulled away and kissed you softly. He must’ve busted his lip slightly, because you could taste the metallic. “I’m the luckiest man in the world to have you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I’m even luckier,” you replied softly.

Later that night, as you began to doze off in Jungkook’s arms, you heard him speak up. “So, uh, tell the truth. You’ve never had a more exciting date, right?” You lifted your head to see him smirking. “Too soon?”

You reached up and flicked his forehead. “Go to sleep, or I’ll never go on another date with you.”

He scoffed. “You don’t mean that.” You gave him a serious look, making the smirk fall from his face. “Uhh, nevermind. Goodnight.”

You giggled, resting your head back onto his chest. “Goodnight, Kook.”

And that it was.

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masterlist

brain games;

member- namjoon

genre- fluff, au

words- 1,251

summary- im a mind reader and could you please stop thinking about what i look like naked becuase i really need this grade + mindreader!namjoon 

a/n- ahfsd;gjn this was so fun to write! namjoon needs some more scenarios all around, so i hope this one suffices!!

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If you had to sum up your college experience in one word thus far, you’d without a doubt use boring. It’s not that you hated your major- in fact, you loved what you were studying. It was just the fact that the professors were so terrible and made every single day drag on at the speed of a snail. And not only that, but you just so happen to be a reserved person overall, which unfortunately, doesn’t make you a catch to all the egotistical boys- and girls- here on campus. Your free days are spent laying in your room watching cheesy comedies and shoving your face with an assortment of junk food, instead of being normal and hanging out with human beings. So therefore, college is boring. 

Though, there is one person who makes things a bit more…interesting. In your Intermediate Psychology class, there is the hottest boy you have ever seen. He’s tall, with a smile that makes you want to kiss his dimpled cheeks. His vibrant blonde hair is shaved on the sides, but long on the top; he comes to class nearly everyday with it down and non-styled, bed head really. But you like it that way. Plus, this boy is smart. Not just making A’s smart, but this man could figure out how to time travel kind of smart. And the best part? He sits right in front of you. 

All throughout the dreary class, you secretly fantasize about this boy. Not always inappropriate- although those are some good ones- but of simple things too, like of him reading to you as you two snuggle in bed or having a classy dinner at some prestigious Italian restaurant. You feel silly, since you two have barely spoken a word to one another, but you couldn’t- can’t- help it. He’s just that attractive. 

“Okay, who’s next on the list? Kim…Kim Namjoon, you’re up,” your professor says in her typical monotone voice. You perk up a bit, grateful that you get the chance to actually observe his face and not the back of his gorgeous head. 

Namjoon nods to the professor and walks up to the front of the room, not a bit of nerves gripping his mind and body. He’s calm and collected as he begins to present his semester project- the assignment was to design an experiment that causes the brain to think differently and test it on a small pool of volunteers-, his lips looking plump and pink as the form words. You suddenly think about running up and kissing them, but decide against it. That would definitely not be discrete. 

His project is good, really, but you’re a bit too distracted. The only thought in your mind is “What does he look like with his shirt off?” instead of “Wow, what a good theory.” You feel guilty, you admit. He’s a faultless casualty to your secret desires, but it’s his own damn fault for being hot. 

As you continue letting your thoughts plague the poor boy’s innocence, you notice something weird. Namjoon begins to stumble over a few words, not a big deal at first. But as soon as you begin to think of kissing him with no clothes on, he oddly seems to grow speechless. At least, his cheeks burn bright pink and he can’t seem to say a sentence without going “uhm”. 

“Mr. Kim, are you alright?” your professor asks, a perplexed look on her face. Namjoon hasn’t messed up like this before. 

He nods. “I’m fine, ma'am. Just a bit nervous is all.” He chuckles awkwardly, but you notice everybody is too wrapped up in their own shit to care about what has been going on. 

The professor nods, and Namjoon continues, but the oddest thing happens. He locks eyes with you. And that’s not even the weirdest part- his voice enters your head and says something he most definitely isn’t saying out loud. “Stop thinking about me naked, I’m going to fail this presentation!” he hisses in your brain and you nearly jump back from the start. 

What the fuck is going on? you think to yourself, feeling extremely exposed and dumbfounded. Was it just your imagination being an asshole, or did he…read your fucking mind?

“Yes, I can read your mind. Now think about puppies or lunch instead of my body,” he says back, all still in your head. You’re watching him closely with your eyes, his gaze still targeted on you. He’s mostly composed himself now, the blush fading against his flawless skin as he finishes up. Sadly, yours is only taking hostage of your whole face, making completely obvious that you were flustered. 

Your mind is now filled with thoughts cursing yourself for being such a loser. How can you even face him again? You’re utterly embarrassed and humilated. The only person you’d consider a crush now knows you have your own fantasies about him. Wait- has he known this whole time?! you exclaim, instinctively covering your face with your hands and curling up the best you could in your seat. 

“Yes. I think it’s cute,” he replies to you. This time, it’s out loud. You look up to see he’s finished his presentation and is sitting in front of you. He’s smiling wide, half turned in his seat. 

“Oh my God,” you mumble, hiding your face. “I understand if you think I’m some major creep right now and never want to speak to me again.“ 

Namjoon laughs. "I don’t think you’re a creep. If you could read minds, you would know that I think the same about you half the time,” he tells you, tapping the top of your head. You warily lift it up and lock eyes with him. 

“You’re just saying that to lessen my mortification,” you say. There is now way he’d ever think of you that way. 

Namjoon cocks his head a raises an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I think of you that way?" 

You groan. "Stop with the mind thing, I’m going to die. Do you want me to die?”

He laughs again and shakes his head. “Of course not. But I can’t help but want to know what’s running through your head.” He reaches out and presses a finger to your forehead. “It’s pretty interesting. And flattering." 

You scrunch up your nose. "Whatever you say…" 

The professors suddenly announces the class over twenty minutes early, leaving everybody free to go. You hurriedly grab your bag and throw it over your shoulder, eager to escape Namjoon’s gorgeous gaze. 

You practically run out of the classroom, ready to spend the rest of the day curled up in your bed watching Netflix. Though, your plans are foiled when you feel a hand on your shoulder, stopping your movement. 

Namjoon. "Listen, I’m sorry for invading your privacy. I’ll stop listening, I swear,” he promises, a look of apology spread across his features. You sigh, locking your eyes on the ground to prevent yourself from swooning. 

“It’s okay. I should be apologizing to you, anyway,” you reply. Namjoon chuckles, then gently grabs your chin inbetween his soft, slim fingers, pulling your head up to look at him. 

“Well, how about for a formal apology we go make some of your fantasies reality?” he suggests, a smirk playing on his lips. You bite your lips, feeling flustered all over again. 

With a nervous smile, you grab his hand and jerk your head towards your dorm. “You know what, I think you just read my mind.”

Part 1|?

⇢ In an age where information can save you or kill you; the concept of wrong place at the wrong time is a funny one. What do you do when you’re accused of stealing the hard-drive that holds restricted information belonging to the government? Particularly when they send a lethal robot to take you down? 

Pairing⍮ Jeon Jungkook x reader, Kim Namjoon x reader Genre⍮ robot!au, angst, slow-burn and eventual smut (no specific warnings in this chapter)  Word-count⍮ 4.6k

A/N: This fic couldn’t have dropped at any other time just as fitting to celebrate the belated birthdays of my loves Jungkook and Namjoon who also happen to be the main two characters. It’s also my birthday hehe! I had not actually planned to drop this now as a celebration at all since I had written it almost a year ago and had edited and gone back a thousand time. I think its safe for me to say that I had not worked any harder on any other fic on this blog so I hope it receives some love 💜

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roulette.

noun : a gambling game of chance.

he loves me, click, he loves me not, bang.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: a sprinkle of fluff if you squint, angst type: assassin / mafia au word count: 1,221 words warnings: implied death author’s note: writer’s block really sucks, so here’s another choppy fic for the time being. thank you to @spoopyscapes for voluntarily sacrificing her man for this lmao

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The .357 magnum revolver lays on the table between you and Jungkook. It looks deceptively innocent as one bullet is hidden amongst the six chambers of the revolving cylinder. The warehouse with your rivaling members standing around the edges to watch this spectacle for their amusement and your punishment only adds onto the ominous atmosphere, air stilled for what’s about to come. Sitting on one side of the table, your eyes graze over the metal weapon before flitting over to meet the man’s in front of you, who is also mimicking your stance but in a much more rigid form. Your leader–Irene–stands behind him as his boss–Namjoon–holds his position behind you.

“Did you ever think it’d end this way?” he laughs humorlessly, his stare boring into you with such a burning feeling that you almost look away, but you force yourself not to.

“No.” Your eyes finally move away from his, and you stare at your hands, a simple, familiar circle of metal looped around your finger gleaming back at you. You quietly wrap your other hand around it inconspicuously, hiding it from the view of everyone else.

“So I guess you’re not really a computer analyst, and those late hours weren’t from crunching numbers, were they?”

“And you’re not really an IT guy, and your late hours weren’t from fixing computer viruses, were they?”

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private tutor | part one

“You fall to your knees, hands clasped together, ‘Please, Namjoon; I’m willing to do anything.’ The last word causes him to look away from his book and down at you, taking in your rather pathetic self. A smirk stretches across his lips, ‘Anything?’”

[tutor!namjoon x reader]

genre: college!au, humor

word count: 3.8k

a/n: sooo, another reupload! originally, i only posted 2/3 parts because i never got around to finishing the final part aksjkajksd. but i’m working on that lol. in the meantime, i edited this part and part two will be up soon. enjoy! xoxo

part one / part two / part three

Well, this is awkward.

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Drag Me Down (To Hell) | 01

↬ Summary: There’s a darkness to your city, a murderous underbelly filled with crime and deceit that you’ve sworn to avoid at all costs. But the universe has funny ways of forcing your involvement in the form of a notorious mob boss and his young daughter. ↬ Pairing: Jeongguk x reader ↬ Genre: mafia!au ↬ Rating: Mature (for themes; subject to change in later chapters) ↬ Word Count: 7.770

Part 02 - Part 03 - Part 04 - Part 05

Trapped on the cusp of dreams and reality, you can almost imagine your phone isn’t ringing beside you. In your dream, you’re running. Running away from something faceless, but large, and for a good second you’re able to think the ringing is your screaming, but when your screaming stops and the ringing does not, you force one eye open through the haze of sleep and reach for your phone.

It’s not on the table next to your bed, so when it stops ringing you think you’re in the clear, flopping back onto bed, but then it starts up again, and you curse loudly. The phone’s hidden in your sheets by your hip, and before you can even get the device to your ear, your brother is speaking.

Or rather, spitting, “What the fuck are you doing?”

You snort, trying to bury your face into your pillow. “What a wakeup call, Taehyung.”

“Sorry.” He sounds angry, but you pay it no mind. Taehyung leads with his emotions, acting first and thinking second. If something’s worked him up, he’ll confront the problem as quickly as possible, as is made evident by his call at- six in the goddam morning, what the hell? “Good morning, love. Sleep well?”

“Until now? Yes.”

“And you call me rude,” Taehyung laughs. “Happy now? What the hell are you doing?”

You thank any lucky stars there may be that you don’t have any classes today, and can hopefully sleep again after you finally calm Taehyung down. “Elaborate.”

“You’re getting a job?”

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Miss Dial [fratboy!yoongi x reader] | 1

VERY MUCH CO-WRITTEN BY THE LOVELY AND EFFERVESCENT @cyphertrip​ <3333 PLEASE SEND HER INSANE AMOUNTS OF LOVE, OKAY?

{ chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |  6 | coming soon! }

[11:31] You: okay so i’m texting you now like I promised instead of drunktexting yoongi and telling him how badly i want his cock tonight. Arent you proud?

[11:32] unknown number: this is yoongi, hi 

Rated M for explicit sexy shit, including but not limited to Yoongi’s creative language and lascivious use of cell phones. Also alcohol and partying!!! Based off of THIS gem from Texts From Last Night :-) Word count 6.1k.

It happened every single time you came here.

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cartography [yoongi x reader]

Rated T for kisses and curses. I literally just saw the picture above and thought about kissing him a lot. Anyway. Here’s some self-indulgent stuff. Word count 1.1k.

“Sit still,” you mumble, and Yoongi fidgets automatically.

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