hansolmates' fic rec

pairing: jungkook/reader

genre: rich!jk, friends with benefits, slight sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, some light angst because i’m evil

word count: 2.5k

warnings: explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, dom!jk, also bit of possessive!jk if you squint, fingering, dirty talk, degradation, jk calls oc ‘love’<3, oc having a brief moral dilemma while being horny. 

summary: so even if that’s temporary, you are going to stick to jeon jungkook’s side, indulge in some sugar babyness, have good sex, drink expensive champagne and listen to trivial problems of the upper-class. when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right?

a/n: this drabble has been sitting in my drafts ever since sowoozoo happened and blessed us with this look on jk. since it’s my favorite’s boy day, i decided to finish this up. happy birthday, jungkook<3

It didn’t come to you as a surprise that rich people don’t have the same problems as you, basic humans do. They’re called champagne problems, dilemmas that carry little significance when compared to famine, poverty, inflation or other things only commoners experience on daily basis.

Jeon Jungkook, for example, a womaniser extraordinaire you met two months ago in Stigma, considered buying yet another car for himself a real problem not because he doesn’t have money for that – the black card in his wallet indicates quite the opposite actually. The main obstacle, as he explained to you that night over the second cosmo he oh, so generously bought you, is the limited space in his apartment building’s parking lot. He’s currently occupying two spots and the rest is tenanted by others. A pity, truly.

But alas I love how this Jungkook is so confident and self assured, even so boldly asked her on a date! It must've taken a lot of out him, I wonder what makes this mc different from the others...

Would love to see all of Jungkook's old flames meet with mc for a brawl LOL I'm all in it for the drama, and mc just turns her head and makes out w jk 💜

→ pairing: jeon jungkook | female reader → genre: one-shot, angst, smut, college!au, established relationship!au → tags/warnings: strong language, fake (not) dating, alcohol consumption, implied drugging, implied sexual assault, explicit smut in the form of: fingering, oral (f. receiving), pet names, penetrative sex → rating: mature → word count: 31.7k

summary: The integrity of your relationship with Jungkook is put to the test when his childhood best friend, who may or may not have a hidden secret of her own, gets into the picture. playlist: “lost” - loote | “there for you” - troye sivan | “euphoria” - jungkook | “wild” - troye sivan | “we belong” - dove cameron | “adrenaline” - lauv

→ reuploading this fic from my archived blog! this fic is a bit of a monster and probably the only time I’ll ever write anything past 30k+ to be honest, but I hold this one close to my heart. since this was my first fic, it only makes sense that it’ll be my first reuploaded fic ♡ I hope you enjoy it!

member: jeon jeongguk / jungkook

word count: 12.6k

genre: dad!jungkook + nanny!oc who’s too invested in this family and honestly needs to relax, parent!au, angst!!, love could happen if they allowed themselves to realise they are in love, fake dating mention, ceo!jk

warnings: none really / jk’s ex is kind of a bitch / mentions of divorce

soundtrack: almost home, mxmtoon + this is how you fall in love, jeremy zucker & chelsea cutler 

thank you to @endmejungkook for beta reading!

note: this was a commission for BLM. all proceeds from this commission were donated to charities associated with assisting the black community during this time. a massive thank you to the commissioners for requesting this and donating.

reposted as a two-part series

“You like her, don’t you?” he says it so abruptly, the words spilling from his mouth and permeating through the gentle summer breeze. They slam right into Jeongguk’s chest with a force that leaves him spluttering on his drink.

“I – what — are you mad?” He mutters, dabbing at his mouth with the cuff of the shirt you’d painstakingly pressed until the wrinkles embedded into the cloth vanished. If his hands weren’t clasping the glass of wine that had nearly spilt over him, Jeongguk would have strangled Kim Taehyung to death with all his brute force. Instead, he just glares, mindful of the sound of your voice drifting over him.

that scene with the elevator when jungkook’s looking longingly at the picture of his almost family in the reflection? your writing is absolute poetry, i ached so hard reading how much he longs for a family. if mc could just make him snap and shove his pride and get his stick out of his booty… that’d be great

#corporate masterlist summary: you and jungkook go on a date (or two), and work is…work. word count: 10k warnings: cursing, alcohol, smut (fingering, grinding, making out, sex), discussions of mental health a/n: omg lol this chapter really got away from me. enjoy and ty to @cutechim​ for loving this couple 

Your calendar has quickly become overtaken with periodic lunch dates with Hae-Ri. She feels like a friend now, though you are still cautious with crossing professional and personal boundaries with her. But it feels easy with her- to talk about both the workplace and about personal things.

You’ve dubbed it powersuit hour, because you and Hae-Ri had both showed up in sharp powersuits without telling the other. You had wanted to make a good impression on her and it seems that she just lives in powersuits and heels.

You hate tall heels, but you put them on to match her (sometimes). You decide that the blisters and cuts aren’t worth it and opt for a smaller heel, loafers or oxfords.

Not a single hair of Hae-Ri’s is out of place, not a single smudge of lipstick can be found on her lips (even as she eats) and she oozes charm. She makes you want to straighten your back and sit tall (which you normally do, but now you’re just aware of it). 

seriously u had me blushing with all these pet names damn i call myself pretty girl all the time but i don’t feel some sort of way---- 

➝ easy breezy | yoon jeonghan

part of cwc valentines event for @hansolmates <3

pairing: jeonghan/reader // wc: >1K

genre: fluff, s2l!au // warning: non

prompt: “there is enough room for the both of us”

synopsis: after a break-up, you are strangled in italy with only a suitcase and a return ticket dated for a month away.

a/n: hope you like it and happy valentines

Blazing heat peels your skin off your arms, legs, back and everywhere.

Sighing exasperatedly for the nth time, wiping away sweat and crouching down to the concrete beside your silver suitcase —what did you do to deserve this? Trust a boyfriend of three months to go on an overseas trip with him. Stupid, really.

Your toes hurt, stabbing against your sandals and the sleeves of your tank top rips through your skin as you pull it away from your chest and you notice the shadow over your form, sighing in relief and peeking up at the uniformed waiter who was squinting his eyes at you.

"Mi scusi?" oh, that accent, your toes curl as you stand to your height, pushing your oily hair behind your ear with a shy smile. "Sì?" Your accent slips and you wince when he nods condescendingly at you.

"per favore, non saccheggiarti di fronte al nostro negozio." You let out a gapped laugh, stretching your legs and stutter, "N-no Italy. Uh, only E-English…"

Behind tinted frames, his eyes traced your awkward actions, rubbing your arms and flailing around trying to understand the Italian man while trying not to embarrass yourself. A small smile plays on his lips, pushing his sleeves up and strutting down the road to where you were.

"He wants you to get off their shop." His voice is like a flutter, smooth and gentle.

"A-ah, mi dispi-ace." You wince at the gross accent and quickly pull your suitcase away from the pavement you were on and turn to the man who helped you.

"Mind helping me?"

Subtly smiling at your reddened state, he grabs your suitcase and carries it over to where he was sitting at and you eagerly follow him, glad to be away from the restaurant you were pretty sure you just embarrassed yourself in front of. Catching your breath, you finally once-over the man in front of you. White on white ensemble; bold move, you mused and peek at his face already smirking at your less than discreet checking out.

"Yoon Jeonghan." he said, stretching his hand to you as he settles into a metal chair. You blink at him, pursing your lips and shake his hand once, firmly and immediately tie your hands behind your back. "Uh —thanks for helping me."

His face is gentle, curtains of brown tuft veiling his eyes slightly, pink lips curling upwards and dear lord, he was confident that he looks good. It exudes off him, the aura of a man who knows himself and you feel a chill down your spine when he chuckled, gesting you to sit in the chair opposite to him.

"You are?" he asks sweetly leaning on the table, flittering his lashes at you with a heart-shaking smile.

Your breath hitches, gapping at him before sputtering, "Y-you are beautiful!" his smirk stretches further, humming at your statement and swinging a leg over the other. "I am quite flattered," he laughs, bringing his hand elegantly over his mouth, gazing at you with smiling eyes. "I believe I asked for your name." he adds, titling his head.

Placing your hand over your beating heart, you sigh, "I am y/n," your cheeks felt like boiled eggs and he enjoys the way your eyes swiftly peek from him back to your legs every few seconds. "What are you doing on the sidewalk?" he muses as he watched you fiddle with the hem of your tank top, biting your bottom lip and looking at him through your lashes. "You don't have to tell me."

You didn't have anyone to rely on right now and somehow, you felt as though he was going to be the last person to help you in this trip. Inhaling a sharp breath, you tell him everything; from ending up in Italy with your boyfriend of three-months and being stranded there because he broke up with you. Jeonghan laughs, clutching his sides and apologises, "Oh, I don't mean to laugh."

"It's okay. It was very stupid of me." you mumble, scoffing and tying your arms.

Jeonghan glances to the side and you follow his line of sight, stopping at an open-hooded sports car and you gasp, "Don't tell me that's yours."

"No, no, only renting but there is enough room for the both of us."

Blinking at him, you gap at him, staring blankly before choking on your spit and coughing horrendously, "Excusé-moi?" you exclaimed, slamming your hands on the metal table and slacking your jaws. "Can you reiterate?"

"That's not the right language," Jeonghan smiles at you, "I need someone to be by me and you need one too, so?" he raises his brows and you pout widening your eyes at him, nodding in a sluggish speed and humming in a sing-song. "Someone to be by me, huh?"

"Is this going somewhere?" Jeonghan asks, squinting his eyes with an evil smirk. "Are you suggesting something or am I overthinking this?"

Heat crawls up your skin, your heart palpitating too fast and you cough against the back of your hand, Jeonghan stands up from his chair and you abruptly mimic him, stiffly following him to the sports car and he holds back a smile, "I didn't mean anything." You mutter closing near him and he rolls his eyes.

"I am not against it. You're pretty cute."

"You're very guileless."

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Tags: arranged marriage, childhood friends, CEO kids; angst, fluff, smut 

Warnings: seemingly controlling parents but not really, sexism, future pain and eventual smut

Word count: 13,000

Series summary: As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

A/N: I had this in my head for months and I thank @hansolmates for that nudge to finally write this. I love arranged marriage aus and broke down this 48k monster into 3 parts to manage my emotions. This story is special to me and I love these 2 so much so I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved writing it (despite my tears). 

Part 01, Part 02, Part 03 (completed)

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He looks good.

The thought crosses your mind as you glance towards the front of the reception venue where Jungkook is happily chatting with your sister and his brother, laughing like old times, with your older sister pinching his cheeks like she always did. He must be blushing, you think, imagining 10-year old Jungkook and his flushed face when your then 17-year old sister called him cute after finally noticing his dimples.

♢ genre: fluff, bits of angst and crack(?) ♢ word count: 4k ♢ summary: it may sound crazy, but you have good reason to believe your best friend may have a crush on your mom.

read on ao3!

The first inkling of suspicion began with a bouquet of flowers.

Driving home, you had expected your mother to be in her rose garden by the time you arrived. She often spent the afternoons tending to the flowers in the backyard. Whether it was clipping leaves from the stems or simply soaking in the summer sun, she enjoyed her hobby. Likewise, you liked that she had something to take comfort in while your father was at the office until the late afternoon and you and your younger brother were off with friends or in class.

What you didn’t expect was Hansol’s car to be parked in the driveway. You could recognize his beat-up Volkswagen anywhere, never mind by the house where it was stationed countless times before today. He had morning classes before yours, so it was common you’d come home to find his car parked on the grass near the street and him inside with his feet up on the family couch, headphones in and head bopping back and forth. However, this time, that wasn’t the case. You checked the garage and kitchen, but neither his bag, his headphones, nor the man himself were anywhere to be found.

i remember falling in love with alexis’ writing way back when svtblr was still a growing (and really, strong starting) fandom. i remember stumbling and being so happy finding a fellow who loved and characterized vernon in a way that got me so stumbly n’tumbly in my heart. 

#corporate masterlist summary: in which the tokyo team comes to seoul for a workshop. feelings are felt and dinner is had. and jungkook gets sick. word count: 8.1k warnings: cursing, a fight, discussion of mental health, some suggestive themes a/n: ENJOYYYY and thank you to @cutechim​ for your endless support <33

The new year brings the strengthening of your friendship with Jungkook. You’ve had exactly two late nights at work in preparation for the Tokyo team arriving in Seoul this time, and Jungkook had paid for dinner each time. He’d refused for you to pay despite your insistence. 

Either way, it’s on the company card, so at the end of the day it didn’t really matter. But still, it’s the thought that counts.

Late nights at work meant that eventually, you’d stop talking about work and start talking about each other, about life. After all, you could only spend so long staring at the same powerpoint slide deck.

And you’d rather stare at him. You’d rather stare at the tattoos that line his corded forearms, at the way his sweater sits deliciously on his torso and outlines his narrow waist, or the way his pants always seem to sit just right on his thighs. And his eyes, his bright, brown eyes filled with mischief and magic when he looks at you.

You sigh audibly, your hand curled under your chin. 

Jungkook immediately turns his head towards you with a quirk of an eyebrow and a lazy smirk.

“See somethin’ you like?” He drawls, not bothering to hide how he gazes at you. It reminds you of something slow, something that lights a fire in your belly.

“You know it,” You reply easily. As if your heart isn’t fluttering with the heat of his eyes.

it also makes me so ooooo on edge because wow so fluffy and happy and ka-yoot and i don’t know what’s gonna happen now will they be riding off this cuteness for any longer or is something gonna happen you’ve given me 8 parts of sexual and romantic tension sfjsd;lfsd;lsj 

Pairing: Bartender!Jungkook x Patron!Reader | AU: Arcade Bar AU

Genre: Idiots to Lovers / Fluff / Smut / Angst / Humor

Summary: There are a lot of things to love about the local arcade bar, Drinking Games, but you definitely have your favorites: sinking countless hours into a Ms. Pacman knockoff and lovingly tormenting one of the bartenders. It turns out he’s one of the bar’s owners, a friend of one of your friends, and he just might like you back.

Rating: Explicit / 18+

Chapter Word Count: 15k

Total Series Wordcount: 31.3k

CW: Sexual (grinding, making out, oral sex [both giving and receiving], fingering, dirty talk, protected vaginal sex) Violence (none), Language (swearing, dirty talk), Other (none, I think?)

A/N: Hello! This is the third (and final) part of Ghosted. We finally get to see these dummies make up. I hope you guys enjoy this last part of Ghosted, and that it helps take the edge off of an otherwise crazy week. Thank you. I love you, guys. 💜💜

As always, I cross-post to Archive of Our Own. If you prefer to read there, I use the same username there as I do here.  I will upload on AO3 shortly after posting this here. 💙

summary: (corporate!au) you work in r&d at a major corporation. you’ve been here for the last 4 years, in the same position as when you started. so when jeon jungkook, your old mentee from graduate school, starts working with you it shouldn’t bother you. except he’s two positions higher than you, it infuriates you, and he can’t seem to understand why.

pairing: jungkook x reader, platonic seokjin x reader. reader is close to 30 and jungkook is 25/26

warnings: capitalism (ya it should be it’s own warning), cursing, reader is a mess, eventual smut, parental death, discussions of mental health

#onboarding- 1.7k

#alignment- 3.9k

#take it offline- 7.7k

#customer centric- 8.6k

#by the books- 5.5k

#risk averse-  5.5k

gorgeous (holiday drabble)- 3k

#do you have the bandwidth - 6.1k 

You wanna know what Zeus said to Narcissus, you’d better watch yourself.

part one. ao3

pairing. biker!jk x reader genre. angst, smut, fluff warnings. violence in forms of fist fighting, blood, depictions of murder, use of knives, use of guns, mentions of selling drugs, corrupt cops, breaking of alliances, deep six forgets about their golden rules for a brief moment of chaos and revenge (this is a biker gang au please don’t read this if any of the above is triggering), infidelity, minho is lowkey very abusive but no surprise there, smut in forms of: oral sex (m. & f. receiving), face fucking, fingering, he’s still wearing those mf SIX rings, rough sex thats still super lovey, unprotected sex, riding, spanking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, brief cockwarming, nipple play, love kink!!!, slight possessiveness, spit kink, missionary bc his face is pretty 🥺, he has a gold chain on, sweet loving biker gang!jungkook is back 😌 word count. 29k author’s note. to celebrate the love deep six got, I decided to expand the story and add a second part! (i know this is a lot longer than the first part but i had to add more backstory since pt 1 was just smut w. minimal plot lol) i’m open to doing small drabbles if you request any bc i love this couple sm. thank u all for loving the first part & i hope you love the second just as much. please…hit up my inbox and let me know your thoughts on this, it goes a long way! ily all byeee beta reader. @taestybae​ thank you for being an irl angel and checking me on my tenses, wonky punctuation and any possible plot holes while simultaneously hyping up the story in your comments and erasing any doubts i had hahaha you’re the best ilu ❣️

Chaos. Pure fucking chaos.

The minute you get Seulgi’s text that stated that simple word, it’s as if you forget how to breathe, your lungs no longer working on autopilot as you start to choke, ready to pound onto your chest with your fist to get your lungs to wake up. It’s Jungkook’s hand placed on your shoulder that allows you to get that first breath of air, gulping it down like your life depended on it, lungs burning as you gasp. 

“Relax, breathe. What’s going on?”

“Minho, I think Minho knows.” It’s a guess really, her text didn’t explain much, but the way he had blown up your phone only leads you to believe that he was well aware that you were missing and Minho didn’t take well to misplacing his things.

⤷  When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

✓ Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Psychic!AU & MedSchool!AU

✓ Filed under: fluff, crack (so many ghost puns), light smut (and jungkook being a nervous virgin) 

✓ Words: 20,062

Author’s Note: In which Jungkook is able to see spirits, but it’s just Taehyung and Yoongi giving him dating tips because he sucks at talking to girls. Hope you guys like it, because it has been on my WIPS for over a year and a half and I can’t believe it’s finally out there… emotional, really.

Also, huge thanks to @storytaeme​, who proof-read this mess like a champ. 

 There aren’t many embarrassing situations that can overcome the fact that Jeon Jungkook found out about his psychic abilities as he was about to lose his virginity. 

To say the least, that hadn’t been the most pleasant of scenarios to open the pathway to the afterlife. Really, there was no casual way that he could justify the scream that broke from his lips, or the dramatic spin he took as he turned around on the bed — which, ultimately, had him falling into the small space between the nightstand and the wall, with his legs up in the air, and his butthole fully exposed for both planes of existence to see. 

Still, that hadn’t been the worst part. If those two pallid silhouettes had merely disappeared once he had seen them, it wouldn’t have been as traumatic — perhaps Jungkook could have found a semi-believable excuse about what he had witnessed — but no. Not only did the ghosts remain there, with their arms crossed before their achromatic clothes and eyebrows slightly raised in expectation, they continued their conversation as if nothing had happened. 

“Oh, he was definitely going to put it in the wrong hole,” the shorter of the two murmured, clearly entertained at the idea. 

The other scoffed. “What if he did?” he threw back. “Maybe he likes that, we can’t judge.”

the moment when mc realizes that the boy she’s crushed on for literal ever is a complete weirdo who sees ghosts, damn i felt that. all that time you’ve invested in a man that’s seemingly wonderful and fun and nothing can go wrong—and suddenly everything goes wrong and he’s a crazy weirdo who sees ghosts LOL i loved this! definitely related to her panic but instead she has a jk and it turned out to be a real moment of distress and not mania 

also the whole time i was trying to wrap around why mc suddenly came around and talked to jungkook again. honestly the most plausible answer is being absence makes the heart grow fonder and she needed thinking time. although i’d like to believe that yoongi hit up ghost!hoseok or something and had a lil chit-chat with her and coaxed her through her own troubles hehe 

even though i loved the romance jungkook’s two ghostie dads definitely stole the show. i tried to enjoy the moments while it lasted, it reminded me a lot of  the drama “oh my ghost” but backwards. such vibrant people and i was so bittersweet to see them go 

You do things without thought, making impulse decisions that’d make Freud proud.  Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they don’t.

(or:  Jeon Jungkook’s just as impulsive as you.)

pairing.  tattoo artist!jjk x f!reader.

genre + rating.  slice of life fluff, light smut.  explicit (but only at the end). 

tags / warnings.  mentions of heavily tattooed!JK, casual drinking, tender lovemakin’, JK with the bad jokes, honestly just him being funny and chill like that one guy you never get over…

wc.  7.6k.

beta reader(s).  @hobi-gif​, @papillonsgf​, and @yeoldontknow​​ 💛 ty for always indulging me and most importantly, supporting me when i begin to spiral. 🤠

author note.  i got this idea into my head one evening in the shower and now… it is this.  it’s not your usual bad boy tattoooist!JK fic but i hope you enjoy regardless.  as always, feedback means a lot! 

You and forethought aren’t close friends.  You really aren’t even distant cousins, or part of the same family tree.  You consider it a stranger, wave loftily as it passes you by, squinting like you can’t properly make out what it is.  Careful consideration?  Thoughtful patience?  None of that exists for you.  At least, not when you really, really want something. 

It’s what has you here now, bumbling your way into the tattoo shop like a newborn baby bird.  

You wonder how it must look, whether the shop assistant is used to this.  Random girl shows up on a Sunday afternoon looking like a fish out of water, eager yet afraid.  By how she greets you - with a curious stare and not quite a smile - you’re sure she is.  

“Do you take walk-ins?”

You’d meant to make an appointment.  Had sat for hours on the shop’s Instagram page, combing through the residents’ portfolios, trying to decide who to reach out to.  When you’d finally decided, you’d realised books were a thing and most of them were closed.  (Just your luck.)

Still, it never hurt to try, right? 

i just got a tattoo this weekend very very deep into the tattoo itch and i was really tempted to read this fic during my ride there but i ended up not having the time and then after i finished my tattoo hurt like a biiiiitcchhh so then i ended up napping and then it got busy but finally finally i’ve managed to read it

and wow you made me want to get another tattoo LOL the feeling has returned and not just because i want to live a whirlwind romance with a tattoo artist!Jk (because unfortunately i can’t get a tattoo artist!jk and im pretty sure my current artist is in a loving relationship no matter how much i love her and her art lmao) but wow i felt all that pain and all that love and all that bliss after oof the feeling of getting that canvas DONE and girl i was so worried for mc like wow 2 raisins for breakfast girl i would’ve been dead on the floor for the first tattoo 

and jk’s characterization was great, snappy, cute, a little cocky both in bed and out of bed. you just wanna hug him and squish his doughy cheeks but at the same time u want him to [redacted] 

muses. jeon jeongguk x reader x park jimin ft. kim taehyung

genre. strangers to lovers!au. university!au. 

words. 18.2k

warnings. mentions of physical insecurities, alcohol use, juul use, mention of adoption, mentions of dysfunctional families, handcuffs - lots of handcuffs, jeongguk crossdressing, too many one-sided pinings lmao 

synopsis. you’re in love with kim taehyung who’s in love with jennie kim who’s in love with professor kim namjoon. so park jimin doesn’t exactly fit in all of this, yet he’s always been there in your weakest moments which may or may not be caused by your heartbreak boy - or so jeongguk likes to call him.

oh and jeongguk? you don’t even know jeongguk until that party-gone-awry night where you end up handcuffed together to ponder on what you did.

[ read angels & airwaves ]

pairing.  jjk x f!reader.  rating.  explicit.  tags.  just some sweet cockwarming lmao.  wc. 0.5k.  beta reader.  nada so…  excuse the mistakes.  author note.  this is for @lcksndkys​ even though that request is now #hella old.  oops. 

“Are you winning?” 

You’re not sure how you ask - how the words make any sense tripping off the tip of your tongue that feels heavy and useless within your mouth.  You’re strung impossibly tight, warmth branching from the pit of your stomach and extending into every limb.  

“I am.”  It’s almost as stilted as your own voice, a little breathless and a lot whiny.  You want to tease him for it, how his voice pitches too many octaves and makes him sound like a brat.  Not nearly the cool and collected Jungkook he normally is.

This had been his idea, after all.

but you read my mind!!! something about this election is just making me so stressed... and jorny all the damn time so i’ve put so many drafts w cockwarming and here u are fueling it!! the tension! i love scenarios where they put cockwarming and they do the most mundane things. editing videos? tension. saying you need to wait until they’re done finding the write binging with babish video to whip up dinner? im sweating. the idea of multitasking and the other party is just... not with it i live for that LOL

+ pairing: jungkook x reader + word count: 9k + genre: vampire-slayer!jk, vampire!reader, lovers to enemies, heavy angst ❝jungkook had been chasing you for centuries, looking for answers and struggling to fulfil the one duty he has as a member of the slayer’s guild - and that is to kill you. but every time he is faced with you and what you’ve become, he’s torn between his duty to mankind, and his duty to his heart…❞

+ warnings: time skips & flashbacks !! probably the angstiest thing i’ve written lmao… featuring blood, death, depression, suicide. loosely inspired by romeo + juliet, and van helsing :) + note: please pay attention to the warnings!! not the fic i originally planned to grace u with this halloween season, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! happy halloween!!

December, 1867

Jungkook watched the city below him, hazy through a cloud of smog and sleet as the snow tried and failed to settle upon the cobbled streets. Eyes sharp, senses sharper, Jungkook maintained a close watch on the citizens of the town in which he had been born, and where he had grown up. A lot had changed throughout the centuries, and he had been privy to it all, observing as the world around him morphed before his very eyes - a gift many a man would dream of. 

The laughter of a small child caught Jungkook’s attention as his eyes snapped towards where the sound had come from, low in the slums in the east of the city where a family walked together hand in hand. The two little girls, dresses damp around the hem as they dragged along the wet, dirty stone, giggled as their father took their hands, rushing towards the row of houses by the workhouses. Something painful twitched inside Jungkook’s chest, and he turned away, glowing amber eyes locked upon the ground below him, waiting patiently, heart galloping steadily in his chest. 

the utter selflessness i felt for them back in their ~~prime~~ years, ultimately adding to their combined suffering HURT me so badly! i was so nervous to dive in because im such a weakling for sad endings but there was something so beautiful seeing mc disappear into the sun, in a way going back into the elements. don’t know if you watched the drama “memories of Alhambra” but i was definitely getting those vibes. i really do hope they’re happier and in a better place, they’ve gone through too many lifetimes alone