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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, K-pop Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Park Jimin (BTS)/Reader Characters: Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS) Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Omega Park Jimin, alpha reader, Park Jimin (BTS) Is a Sweetheart, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, POV Second Person, Female Reader, Human Anatomy, Sensuality, Woman on Top, Gentle Kissing, Cute Park Jimin (BTS), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Violence, Slow Romance, Alpha instincts, Gentle femdom, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Beta Jeon Jungkook, Body Worship, Anal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Rimming, Praise Kink Summary:
When little Omega needs help, you're here to provide it.
(y)our name - one
> genre : fluff, angst
> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f), (ot6 x reader (f))
> total words : 8.6k
> warnings/content : friends to lovers, unrequited love, slice of life; mentions of bullying, depression; mature themes
It all started with Jungkook and you.
It used to be like that. Just the two of you. There were a bunch of other kids, coming in and out. Nameless people you both have forgotten the names of from lack of thinking about them for so long. The only thing that has never wavered, that always mattered and would eternally remain unaffected, has been your friendship. This realization, Jungkook had it long ago. The pure childish thought bloomed and filled him with a sense of comfort and love he could not name nor decipher back then but has been feeling continuously to this day.
As a little boy, Jungkook didn’t have the greatest time in any of the schools he had intended. He was this small little thing, with the huge bunny teeth too big for the tiniest set of lips and those wide puppy eyes hidden under a constantly over-grown bowl cut. He was terribly shy and quiet. He wouldn’t say much and when he would, only whispers of soft-spoken words and overly-polite utterances would slip out. The other kids, the bigger ones especially, loved to give him shit for it all. He had been used to daily spits in his hair, scratches on his knees, and poisonous gifts hidden between the pages of his textbooks when he met you.
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