synopsis. There is a lot to deal with whenever your horny roommate ends up scared as fuck by the rain.
pairings. roomate!jk x fem!reader.
warnings. 18+, explícït längüägë, vëry gräphïc änd fïlthÿ dïälögüë, drünk Jüngkook, H Ô R N Y JK, ïntënsë sëxüäl tënsïön, rïdïcülöüsly bôld flïrtätïön, händ pläçëmënts gëttïng ä lïttlë tóó clösë, dïrty hümör, änd füll-ön läck öf fïltër, brò ís hórny bùt… 😭🫡🌧️☔️💧
note. oof it’s been a long time but I was missing him so much. I think he all makes us really happy and we all need a little laughter in our lives, but I love Jungkook. That’s all you guys need to know!!!! HERE WE GO! ENJOY!!!
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No, typically? you love the rain..
But there are a few instances, rare in their existence when you start to get annoyed, Jungkook keeps looking at your fucking face.
“seriously, what is it?” you look at him but he only gives you a bright grin. You can see the 32 pearly whites. “Jungkook seriously what is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
He is already annoying you and the rain has been coming down for four straight hours.
Not cute rain, not aesthetic rain.
Biblical.
The kind of rain that makes the windows shake and the streets disappear.
You’re curled up on the couch in one of Jungkook’s old hoodies because yours are all in the laundry, scrolling on your phone while a random movie plays in the background.
Peace.
Silence.
For exactly twelve seconds.
Jungkook is in the living room with wet hair, gray sweatpants, and a black T-shirt that’s clinging to him because apparently this man saw a thunderstorm and thought, lemme go stand on the balcony for fun.
“…What the fuck were you doing outside?”
He shrugs.
“Vibing.”
“You look like a drowned raccoon.” You bite back a laugh, he is funny and also really fucking dumb.
But weirdly entertaining though.
“A sexy drowned raccoon.”
“…Debatable.”
He flops onto the couch dramatically, throwing himself so hard the cushions bounce.
“I have a problem.”
You don’t even look up. “Yn im serious! LISTEN TO ME.”
“I know.”
“No, like… a serious one.” Jungkook tries to convince you, but no, you’ve learned your lesson.
“You ate my leftovers again?”
“…Different problem.” Okay… at least your left over lasagna is safe.
“What now?”
He stares out the window.
“It’s raining.”
“…Congratulations.” Wow no shit Sherlock.
“It’s romantic.”
“It is.” You look at him, this is not a lie is it? Rain IS romantic, so romantic. It is one of the reasons why you love it so much.
He slowly turns toward you.
“…Which is making me emotional.”
You blink.
“You?” Now this is interesting, so you sit up a little bit and look at him, that lip piercing looks annoyingly good on him. But Jungkook and emotional are like water and oil.
“Yeah.”
“The same man who called Titanic ‘an expensive swimming lesson’?”
Jungkook shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I’ve grown.”
“Jungkook no you haven’t grown.”
“I’ve evolved.” It’s like talking to a wall sometimes because sense? it’s something that Jungkook does not understand.
“You literally put ketchup on sushi last week.” Which was disgusting but this man was gobbling it up like his life depended on it.
It was almost cute you would never say to his face. He had ketchup all over his mouth.
Your standards have been declining.
“I said I’ve evolved. Not that I’m perfect.” his eyes widen.
You snort.
He sighs dramatically.
“I just think…” He gestures at the rain outside. “…people should be making out right now.”
Oh…..
OHHHHH.
You lower your phone. “…What?”
“I’m just saying.” he says the most unhinged things in such a cool manner, but he has your undivided attention now.
“No.”
“I’m saying scientifically….There is no science.” You cut him off.
“Yn…. Well there has to be.” he looks at you again, and you notice just how big those brown eyes of his are, it’s completely unrelated to the topic at hand though.
“There doesn’t.”
“Yn when it rains, people kiss.”
“when it rains, NORMAL people stay inside.” He points aggressively at the window.
“Look at every movie ever.”
“This isn’t a movie.”
“It could be.” He counters. “It absolutely could not.” But you counter back.
He scoots closer.
“It’s giving romance.” You can’t help but laugh. “It’s giving mold.”
“It’s giving yearning yn.” Jungkook’s eyes are basically sparkling right now.
“It’s giving… you need a hobby.” He clutches his chest.
“You wound me.”
“I try.” AND YOU SUCCEED.
Another loud crack of thunder shakes the apartment. And jungkook jumps so hard he nearly falls off the couch.
“…”
“…”
You slowly look at him. “Weren’t you just talking all that shit?” What a pussy.
But again, he’s funny.
“I wasn’t scared.” He scrunches his nose.
“You squealed.” You laughed out loud, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
“I was surprised.” Jungkook can’t believe this, you’re making fun of him.
“You screamed in soprano.” Sorry to soprano, but jungkook managed to hit the note.
“It was a masculine scream.”
“There is nothing masculine about ‘AAAH, FUCK.’”
He points at you. “Yn don’t quote me.”
“I’m absolutely quoting you.” He grabs a pillow and launches it at your face. It bounces off your forehead.
“Oh, we’re throwing shit now?” The cuss comes out of your mouth, the audacity of this man never manages to surprise you
“You started emotionally.” You grab another pillow.
WHACK.
It smacks him square in the face.
NOW THAT IS REALLY SATISFYING.
“Oh, that’s fucked up. Yn what the fuck? What if you broke my nose?”
You snort again. That’s not even possible, but his dramatic ass is offended right now, even though he was the one who started the game.
You don’t back down though.
“You deserved it.”
He stands up.
“So we’re choosing violence.” As if he was NOT the one who started this.
“You started it.”
“I literally did.” Oh wow.
He is taking responsibility which is surprising for you because Jungkook and responsibility are two things that cannot exist together.
The next five minutes are absolute chaos.
Pillows flying.
Blankets getting ripped off the couch.
Popcorn somehow ending up in Jungkook’s hair.
He’s laughing so hard he can’t breathe.
You’re trying to hit him again when he ducks, loses his balance, and crashes onto the carpet.
“…Ow.”
You point and immediately burst into laughter.
“You looked so fucking stupid.”
“I slipped!” His cheeks flush, this man is 5 feet10 and 72 kg of muscle, but right now he looks stupid.
“You looked like Bambi.” and he does with those big eyes looking at you glaring.
“I looked athletic.” next level delusion, all courtesy of JEON jungkook.
“You looked unemployed.” He gasps. “That was personal.”
“It was accurate.”
He climbs back onto the couch, dramatically out of breath.
“…You’re mean yn.”
“You love me.” You don’t look at him you know it.
“I unfortunately do.” The words come out before he can stop them.
Silence.
He freezes.
You freeze, He coughs.
“I mean…” suddenly Jungkook is out of words, which is almost comical because his big mouth has always something to say.
“You what?” You tease back.
“I love…” He points vaguely toward the kitchen. “…living here.”
“You almost said it.” You smirk.
“I absolutely didn’t.” He argues.
“You absolutely did.” You will remind him again and again. But it doesn’t feel like he wants to listen.
“I said I love…” He looks around desperately. “electricity.”
“You’ve never loved paying bills.” oh that’s a story for another time but he doesn’t argue with that. He just looks at you and says “Good point.”
He groans into a pillow. “Oh my God.”
You can’t stop laughing. His ears are bright red.
“Can you pretend that didn’t happen?” he doesn’t look up.
“No.” You bark out a laugh.
“I’ll give you twenty bucks.”
“No.” Money is never gonna have you stop teasing him.
“Fifty.” it looks like though he won’t give up.
“No.”
“A hundred.”
“You don’t even have a hundred.” Jungkook is broke because all he does is spend his money on tattoos and food these days but he does have a pretty good job which is a miracle.
“…That’s actually true.”
You grin. “So…”
“So nothing.” You remind him.
“You accidentally confessed.”
“I accidentally have selective hearing.”
“You literally said—;”
“LALALALALALA.” His pitch rises to unbearable, but you don’t stop.
He slaps both hands over his ears like a five-year-old.
“I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”
“You are twenty eight years old dude.” You roll your eyes.
“I’M A CHILD OF THE RAIN and also you did not make out with me and let me shove my tongue down your throat which is so upsetting you disrespected the rain.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’m YOUR idiot.” He fires back and that makes your heart flutter.
He blinks.
“…Fuck.”
You raise one eyebrow. “You really suck at hiding your crush.”
He slowly slides down the couch until only his eyes are visible over the cushions. “I wish lightning would hit me.”
“It almost did. You were outside ‘vibing,’ remember?”
“I was young.” mentally? You will agree.
“That was fifteen minutes ago.”
“I’ve changed.”
You start laughing again. Really laughing.
The kind that makes your stomach hurt. Jungkook peeks over the couch with a dramatic sigh.
“You know…”
“What?” You manage to speak but still laughing.
“…I was trying to be mysterious.”
“You?” You point at Jungkook.
“Yeah.”
“You confessed because of weather.” but then Jungkook starts speaking “The rain made me vulnerable.”
“The rain made you stupid.” He nods thoughtfully. “That’s probably more accurate.”
Another rumble of thunder echoes outside. He immediately scoots back next to you.
Not touching.
Just… Close.
“So…”
“So?” He looks at you.
“If this were a movie…” oh here we go.
“It isn’t.”
“…would I at least get points for emotional honesty?” You pretend to think about it.
“Hmm.” His hand travels to your thigh. You don’t stop him.
“…Maybe half a point.”
“HALF?” Jungkook shrieks. And he’s back to being annoying, but his hand squeezes your thigh.
“You lost the other half when you screamed at the thunder.”
“I DIDN’T SCREAM.”
You pull out your phone. “I literally recorded it.” and you show him the evidence even the thumbnail is taking you out, he looks horrified.
His eyes go wide. “You WHAT?”
Before he can snatch your phone, you’re already sprinting down the hallway laughing.
“Oh, you’re dead!” he yells, chasing after you.
“You sounded like a frightened seagull!”
“I DID NOT!” The rain keeps pouring outside.
Inside?
The neighbors are probably wondering why one person is cackling while another is yelling,
“DELETE THE VIDEO, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”
And you keep running with him chasing after you like his life depends on it.
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note: Since I am really missing tc koo but I haven’t completed the chapter yet, here are a few more characteristics of his that you can know him better with, he is a very peculiar man with some weird habits but you can always ask him stuff. Which one do you find the weirdest?
[Reminder that all of this content is fictional and does not represent the real BTS Jungkook, this content is only for entertainment purposes so read at your own risk, as it may contain some disturbing or dark content for some]
warnings: èxècùtìón mèntìòn, 18+, yándèrè.
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He bathes several times a day. Not because he is afraid of smelling bad, but because anger makes him feel unbearably hot. After court, after an execution, after returning from the battlefield, he silently walks to the bathhouse. The servants know better than to speak. He dismisses everyone. The entire palace hears nothing but the sound of water for an hour.
He never allows anyone to wash him. Not servants. Not attendants. But you are an exception, even though you don’t really like to spend time with him, he doesn’t mind the idea of you washing him.
The act of bathing is the only time he insists on complete solitude, as if water is the only thing capable of cooling the fire in his mind.
Even in the middle of winter, the doors of his chambers remain open. While everyone else shivers beneath layers of robes, he complains that the palace is suffocatingly warm.
He sharpens his own sword every single night. The royal blacksmith offers to do it, but he refuses. Sitting in silence with the rhythmic scrape of steel is strangely calming to him. it pleases the sadist in him.
He has an unsettling habit of standing completely still. During meetings, ministers sometimes think he has stopped listening. In reality, he is simply staring at someone, deciding whether they deserve another day to live.
He raises his voice. The louder he speaks, the more terrified everyone becomes. His most frightening orders are delivered in an almost quite tone though.
He walks through the palace late at night without announcing himself. Guards have learned to pretend they never saw him. He simply wanders the corridors, unable to sleep, his hands clasped behind his back.
He remembers absolutely everything about you. Which hand reaches for your tea first. Which sleeve you absentmindedly tug when you’re nervous. Which flower makes you smile. He notices every tiny habit without ever writing them down.
He dislikes mirrors but enjoys watching reflections in water. Ministers assume he is admiring himself. In truth, he says moving water is more honest than polished bronze. which you will probably never understand.
He hates wearing ceremonial crowns for long. The weight irritates him. The moment court ends, he removes it and tosses it onto the nearest table with little care, as though being the king itself is an inconvenience.
When he is deep in thought, he absent mindedly twists one of the jade rings on his finger. The court has learned that the faster the ring turns, the closer someone is to receiving terrible news or getting killed.
He keeps birds instead of hunting them. Hawks, ravens, cranes. They freely enter his private gardens. Oddly enough, they seem unafraid of him.
He collects maps obsessively. Every conquered province is redrawn by his own hand. His maps are immaculate, almost artistic, each one updated the same night new territory is secured. he did have a talent for drawing, according to the late queen.
He has an exceptional sense of smell. If a servant enters after handling unfamiliar perfume, incense, or foreign spices, he notices immediately and asks where they have been.
He rarely eats until everyone else has finished speaking. Court banquets grow painfully quiet because no one wants to begin before the king does, while he seems perfectly content to let the silence stretch.
He has the unnerving habit of appearing behind people without making a sound. Even armored generals have been startled when his voice suddenly comes from just over their shoulder.
He sleeps very little. Two or three hours is enough. The rest of the night is spent reading military records, walking the palace grounds, or sitting beside an open window while the kingdom sleeps. Or jerking off to the thought of you,
His chambers are large, overwhelming luxury, but also find dark wood, clean lines, a writing desk, shelves of military texts, and almost nothing decorative. The only objects that seem carefully chosen are the ones connected to you.
Whenever he returns from war, before changing clothes or reporting to the court, he seeks you out first. He says nothing. He simply looks at you for a long moment, as though confirming you are safe. Only then does he allow anyone else to approach him.
I really hope that blog hasn’t taken away your love for writing or made you doubt yourself. No one has the right to make you feel like you should stop doing something that makes you happy, especially something as personal and meaningful as writing. Your stories are yours, and the joy you find in creating them matters far more than anyone else’s negativity.
I truly hope you’re feeling a little better now and being kind to yourself. Please take all the time you need and write only when your heart feels ready again. There are still people here who genuinely enjoy what you create and are happy to wait for you. I’ll definitely be one of them, quietly cheering you on and looking forward to whatever story you choose to share next.. 💜
Thank you for this lovely message, but Tumblr is just not a safe space anymore.. I hope we can make it safe again. And thank you for being so nice and kind. Kind words can really help.
note: Since I am really missing tc koo but I haven’t completed the chapter yet, here are a few more characteristics of his that you can know him better with, he is a very peculiar man with some weird habits but you can always ask him stuff. Which one do you find the weirdest?
[Reminder that all of this content is fictional and does not represent the real BTS Jungkook, this content is only for entertainment purposes so read at your own risk, as it may contain some disturbing or dark content for some]
warnings: èxècùtìón mèntìòn, 18+, yándèrè.
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He bathes several times a day. Not because he is afraid of smelling bad, but because anger makes him feel unbearably hot. After court, after an execution, after returning from the battlefield, he silently walks to the bathhouse. The servants know better than to speak. He dismisses everyone. The entire palace hears nothing but the sound of water for an hour.
He never allows anyone to wash him. Not servants. Not attendants. But you are an exception, even though you don’t really like to spend time with him, he doesn’t mind the idea of you washing him.
The act of bathing is the only time he insists on complete solitude, as if water is the only thing capable of cooling the fire in his mind.
Even in the middle of winter, the doors of his chambers remain open. While everyone else shivers beneath layers of robes, he complains that the palace is suffocatingly warm.
He sharpens his own sword every single night. The royal blacksmith offers to do it, but he refuses. Sitting in silence with the rhythmic scrape of steel is strangely calming to him. it pleases the sadist in him.
He has an unsettling habit of standing completely still. During meetings, ministers sometimes think he has stopped listening. In reality, he is simply staring at someone, deciding whether they deserve another day to live.
He raises his voice. The louder he speaks, the more terrified everyone becomes. His most frightening orders are delivered in an almost quite tone though.
He walks through the palace late at night without announcing himself. Guards have learned to pretend they never saw him. He simply wanders the corridors, unable to sleep, his hands clasped behind his back.
He remembers absolutely everything about you. Which hand reaches for your tea first. Which sleeve you absentmindedly tug when you’re nervous. Which flower makes you smile. He notices every tiny habit without ever writing them down.
He dislikes mirrors but enjoys watching reflections in water. Ministers assume he is admiring himself. In truth, he says moving water is more honest than polished bronze. which you will probably never understand.
He hates wearing ceremonial crowns for long. The weight irritates him. The moment court ends, he removes it and tosses it onto the nearest table with little care, as though being the king itself is an inconvenience.
When he is deep in thought, he absent mindedly twists one of the jade rings on his finger. The court has learned that the faster the ring turns, the closer someone is to receiving terrible news or getting killed.
He keeps birds instead of hunting them. Hawks, ravens, cranes. They freely enter his private gardens. Oddly enough, they seem unafraid of him.
He collects maps obsessively. Every conquered province is redrawn by his own hand. His maps are immaculate, almost artistic, each one updated the same night new territory is secured. he did have a talent for drawing, according to the late queen.
He has an exceptional sense of smell. If a servant enters after handling unfamiliar perfume, incense, or foreign spices, he notices immediately and asks where they have been.
He rarely eats until everyone else has finished speaking. Court banquets grow painfully quiet because no one wants to begin before the king does, while he seems perfectly content to let the silence stretch.
He has the unnerving habit of appearing behind people without making a sound. Even armored generals have been startled when his voice suddenly comes from just over their shoulder.
He sleeps very little. Two or three hours is enough. The rest of the night is spent reading military records, walking the palace grounds, or sitting beside an open window while the kingdom sleeps. Or jerking off to the thought of you,
His chambers are large, overwhelming luxury, but also find dark wood, clean lines, a writing desk, shelves of military texts, and almost nothing decorative. The only objects that seem carefully chosen are the ones connected to you.
Whenever he returns from war, before changing clothes or reporting to the court, he seeks you out first. He says nothing. He simply looks at you for a long moment, as though confirming you are safe. Only then does he allow anyone else to approach him.
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Btsaificrecs and chaiibts appear to be the same person, and honestly, the entire account is just incredibly sad. Allegedly harassing people, creating drama, and then asking for money to delete reblogs is not powerful or intimidating. It is simply desperate.
At this point, there is nothing impressive about it—only something deeply embarrassing and genuinely pitiful. More than anger, all they really inspire is pity. Imagine needing this much attention just to feel relevant.
I have been a victim of that tea account for as long as I can remember, and honestly, I don’t want to do anything more with them.. I don’t know what’s the truth and what’s the lie but I don’t wanna involve myself in any kind of drama anymore because my own mental health is really really fragile and I can’t handle any more stress or drama. They can do whatever they want because at this point harassing people is the new hobby I guess.
The Grammys really thought that BTS valued them after how they were treated at the award show functions. basically BTS were just used for pulling in viewers and I love how BTS just discarded the Grammys.
Have you seen the recent news about thatblog? The blog reblogged fics to call out alleged AI use, but several writers have reportedly received private messages asking for money in exchange for removing the posts. It seems there may have been another motive behind the account..
…what? I am actually really disappointed to know this, but I just checked out the blog and honestly all they’re doing is encouraging people to hate on writers who write for free on this platform. It would have been understandable if they did this for writers who are asking people to pay for their work and using AI but this is actually so disappointing.
I blocked them. This platform is already toxic enough and we don’t need this kind of policing anymore.
And they even refuse to give their own identities away while putting other writers on blast… that’s kind of hypocritical.
Honestly, if you don’t want to read someone’s work, I understand just block them and move on but these kinds of accusations is never gonna do anything good because a lot of people use AI and will keep using it,
The bts fanfic writing community is already dying and Tumblr is so underrated anyway it’s not like it’s that serious in my opinion. But this is really disappointing that they’re scamming people.
Anyways, I don’t want to deal with any kind of stress because I already deal with anxiety and paranoia so please and no one bother me about this. If you have a problem with me I understand please block me and protect your peace.
I do too, it used to be really fun back in 2024, in 2025!!!! Bubbles and ash I hope you’re both well if you’re still here give us a signal 💌🙏
Also, if you guys have any interesting plots for role-plays, you can send them in and I’ll role-play with you about one of my characters as long as you’re an adult!!!
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Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
note: hi!!! this is just an attempt at me trying to get back into the writing mood and this is also one of my attempts to write non-explicit content so I hope I did well but this is just practice anyways! ENJOY! And remember this is only fictional. if you guys like him enough then we can make him into an OC according to your liking, so feel free to send in asks with your suggestions!!
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Yandere man who cannot help but think about you 24/7, so much so that it has started to annoy him.
Yandere man who wants to take care of you and it is always worrying about you and that’s why you’re always on his mind.
Yandere man who is easily triggered about everything that you do, the man who has tunnel vision when it comes to you.
Yandere man who always finds an excuse to touch you because he cannot stand going a whole day without feeling that you’re real.
Yandere man who gets jealous over the smallest things. Someone making you laugh is enough to ruin his entire mood.
Yandere man who memorizes every little habit you have without even trying. The way you fix your sleeves. The way you play with your rings. The way you smile when you’re sleepy.
Yandere man who acts annoyed every time you text him first because now he has to pretend he wasn’t already staring at your chat.
Yandere man who tells himself to calm down every time you smile at someone else. It never works.
Yandere man who cannot sleep unless he knows that you’ve made it home safely. His mind refuses to rest until he knows you’re okay.
Yandere man who keeps buying things that remind him of you. His room slowly fills with little things that only make sense to him.
Yandere man who hates it whenever you’re sick because he cannot stop imagining every worst case scenario.
Yandere man who always notices when someone looks at you for a second too long. He notices long before you ever do.
Yandere man who pretends not to care where you’re going, but somehow always knows exactly where you are.
Yandere man who gets strangely quiet whenever someone calls you attractive. The silence is somehow more unsettling than anger.
Yandere man who starts every morning by wondering what you’re doing. It has become such a habit that he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it anymore.
Yandere man who cannot focus on conversations because every little thing reminds him of you.
Yandere man who gets irritated whenever you say you’re “fine.” He knows you well enough to hear every lie hidden behind that word.
Yandere man who would rather be the one carrying your bags, opening your doors, and walking you home. If anyone else does it first, he’s bothered for the rest of the day.
Yandere man who stares at you for a little too long whenever you aren’t looking, wondering how someone can make him lose his mind so completely.
Yandere man who gets irrationally possessive whenever you cancel plans with him just to spend time with someone else. He spends the entire day convincing himself not to interrupt.
Yandere man who always notices when you wear something new. He compliments it before anyone else gets the chance.
Yandere man who cannot help smiling whenever you accidentally lean against him. He tries to hide it, but he secretly wishes you’d stay there forever.
Yandere man who keeps telling himself he’s being unreasonable, yet still finds another reason to worry about you before the day is over.
