Hi! This is Jude, and I'm just another fic writer who hopes to just throw all of her imaginations on here, and work through with it, with my love for BTS, ofc. (The fanart in the header is not mine, it is from pinterest.)
I'm 06 baby, so I'm around 20 yrs old, and therefore my blog will have mature content. Minors don't interact pls. I will block any account that does not have an age profile or is blank.
I'm just starting to write fics, so i'm pretty slow, but i hope you guys will like what i write! <3
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OT7 fan, but has a very genuine preference to Jimin, so most of my fics will be around him.
OT7 FICS:
Agape: What happens when Jung Kooyun's bestfriends meet her Art Class Muse, Park Jimin?
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Pride and Prejudice:
Judith Kurien has arrived in Studio C of Human Hope Studios as their new Bharathanatayam Teacher. Park Jimin, the teacher of Contemporary Dance in Studio B has an intense dislike immediately. When fate keeps putting them together, can Jimin overcome his pride and prejudices to accept Judith?
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Summary: Dedicating his life to never having another person to count on, to be strong, Seokjin finds himself in the middle of an illegal fighting ring. The person he wanted to erase was just at his fingertips but he was slipping. No, he was leaving. He was accepting a change and he was afraid.
The first night back above ground, you didn’t sleep.
Not properly.
You lay on a bed that was too soft, in a room that smelled like clean linen and something warm - something of what you were prepared to give up. The kind of warmth that didn’t come from industrial heaters or fluorescent lights, but from a place that expected people to live in it.
The ceiling didn’t have cameras.
The corners didn’t look like they were listening.
And still, your eyes kept tracking the shadows as if something would step out of them and call you by a number.
You blinked hard. Once. Twice.
A soft knock came from the other side of the door.
Your body reacted before your mind did, shoulders tightening and breath shortening. The part of you that had learned the rules long ago whispered: be still. be good. do not make them angry.
Then another voice rose up under it, quieter but stubborn.
You’re not there anymore.
“Ham?” Jin’s voice, gentle and restrained, slipped through the closed door like a careful hand extended.
“I’m here,” you managed.
You heard him exhale, like he’d been holding his breath.
“I’m not coming in,” he said. “Unless you want me to. I just… wanted to check on you.”
The words landed strangely in your chest.
Unless you want me to.
Choice.
You swallowed, throat tight. “You can… come in.”
The door eased open slowly, like he was making sure it didn’t startle you. Jin stepped in with a cup in one hand and a small folded blanket in the other.
He didn’t look like he did in the ring. No vest, no weapon, no sharpness.
He looked like a man who hadn’t slept either.
His hair was damp, like he’d tried to wash the night off him. There was a bruise on his cheekbone, half-hidden under the warm light. His eyes found yours and softened immediately.
“I brought water,” he said quietly, holding up the cup. “And… this.”
He lifted the folded blanket. It was small, plain, soft. Not new, but clean. Like it had been loved.
“I thought you might want something that doesn’t smell like… hospitals.”
Your fingers twitched against the bedsheet.
You didn’t move.
Jin didn’t take it personally. He stepped closer, stopped a few feet away, and set the cup and blanket on the bedside table.
Then he backed up again.
“I’m going to sit here,” he said, nodding to the chair by the window. “If that’s okay.”
You nodded once.
He sat, hands clasped loosely in his lap, posture careful, like he was trying to make himself smaller in the room so you could be bigger.
The silence stretched.
It wasn’t awkward. It was heavy, like a door that had been locked for years finally cracking open.
“You haven’t asked,” you said hoarsely.
Jin tilted his head. “Asked what?”
“What happens now.”
His gaze lowered, then lifted again, steady. “Whatever you want.”
The words were too big. Too open-ended. They made your chest tighten.
“I don’t know what I want,” you admitted.
“That’s okay,” he said softly. “Then we can start with what you don’t want.”
You stared at him.
In the ring, questions were traps. Answers were punished.
Here, his voice made it feel like answers could be… safe.
You swallowed. “I don’t want to go back.”
Jin’s jaw flexed like he was containing something fierce.
“You’re not going back,” he said. “Ever.”
The certainty in his tone shook you more than fear ever had.
You looked away quickly, because if you didn’t, you might cry. And crying still felt like losing.
Jin waited.
Then you forced the next words out.
“I don’t want to be… handled.” Your voice cracked. “Not like I’m fragile. Not like I’m an object that needs to be moved.”
Jin nodded slowly. “Okay.”
“And I don’t want people deciding things for me,” you added, the words gaining strength the longer they lived in the air. “Even if they think they’re doing it for my good.”
His eyes flickered with pain.
“I hear you,” he said. “And I… I’m sorry I ever put you in a position where you felt like you had no choice.”
You clutched the sheet.
“You still did,” you whispered. “You still used me.”
Jin’s throat bobbed. He didn’t argue. He didn’t justify. He just nodded once, like he’d been carrying the truth in his ribs all night.
“I did,” he said quietly. “I thought I could protect you and use you at the same time. I thought I could… balance it.”
He looked up at you, eyes glassy but steady. “I was wrong. I understand that now and I am sorry.” The words made your heart do something strange, like it didn’t know whether to tighten or loosen.
“I didn’t want to believe you were real,” you confessed, voice trembling. “Because if you were real, then… I would’ve cared. And caring,” You swallowed hard. “Caring is dangerous.”
Jin’s hands tightened in his lap.
“I know,” he said softly. “And I hate that the world taught you that.”
You looked at him again.
“Then tell me,” you demanded, voice suddenly sharper, “Tell me everything. Not pieces. Not the parts that make you look good. Everything, please.”
A breath.
Then Jin stood.
He didn’t come closer. He just moved to the small table near the door, pulled out a thin file, and set it down. Like offering proof… weight.
“We’ve been building a case for months,” he began. “The ring wasn’t just a ring. It was supply chains, forged permits, and officials paid to look away. They moved hybrids like cargo.”
Your stomach twisted.
“We needed a way in,” he continued, voice careful. “Not just a raid. A clean dismantling. Names, records, buyers, handlers, distributors. The kind of case that survives court.”
He paused, eyes flicking to your face as if checking whether you could handle it.
“You were in the files,” he said quietly. “Because you were… valuable. Not just as a fighter. As a symbol. They used you in marketing. They talked about you.”
The shame hit fast, hot.
Jin’s voice softened. “And when I saw you in person, the first thing I felt wasn’t strategy. It was anger. I wanted to tear the whole place down with my hands.”
He inhaled slowly.
“So I bid,” he admitted. “I bid high because it was the fastest way to get you out of that cage and into a place where I could control the variables. Where I could keep you safe while we built the operation.”
You stared at him, nails digging into your palm.
“And the lies?” you whispered.
Jin’s gaze dropped.
“The lies were the only way to keep the operation compartmentalised,” he said. “If anyone traced you back to me too early, you would’ve become leverage. And you did.”
Your wrists ached like a memory.
Jin’s voice shook, just barely. “I hated it. Every day I woke up and thought: If I tell her, I risk her life. If I don’t tell her, I risk her heart.” He looked at you. “And I chose wrong.”
The word heart landed sharp.
You wanted to reject it. To deny it.
But you remembered how he’d said your nickname like it was sacred. How he had asked permission with his hands. How he had sat in doorways instead of entering rooms uninvited.
That didn’t erase what he’d done.
But it made it… complicated.
“So what now?” you asked again, softer. “Do I become evidence?”
Jin’s face tightened.
“No,” he said immediately. “You’re not a case file.”
He stopped himself, swallowed and tried again, gentler. “You’re a person. But the courts… the courts don’t always understand that.”
Your stomach dropped.
“They’ll want a statement,” he admitted. “They’ll want your testimony. But we can set boundaries. You don’t have to do it alone. Namjoon’s already coordinating with a rights advocate. Someone who specialises in hybrid protections.”
You stared at him. “Protections exist?”
“They do,” he said. “They’re imperfect. But they exist. And I’ll fight for every line of it.”
Something in your chest trembled.
“And… where will I be?” you asked.
Jin’s voice went careful. “Somewhere safe.”
You narrowed your eyes. “You mean a facility.”
“No,” he said immediately. “Not a cage.” Then, softer, like it hurt to say. “I can’t decide that for you.”
The words are here again: a placement of choice.
Your throat tightened.
“You said earlier,” you murmured, “that you wanted me… in your life.”
Jin’s eyes flickered. “I did,” he said quietly. “I do.”
He didn’t step closer. He didn’t reach for you. He just stood there, hands open at his sides, like he was offering himself without grabbing.
“But I also know,” he continued, voice rough, “that my presence might be… complicated for you. I’m part of why you got hurt.”
You swallowed.
He wasn’t wrong.
You stared at the blanket on the bedside table. The cup of water. The chair by the window.
“You’re staying out there,” you said suddenly, nodding at the chair. “If I say no.”
Jin blinked. “Yes.”
“And if I say… you can stay,” you whispered, “you won’t… expect anything.”
His jaw tightened.
“I won’t,” he promised. “I’ll take whatever you give me. Even if it’s only… sitting in a chair, ten feet away, making sure you’re breathing.”
Your eyes burned.
The part of you that had been trained to interpret every kindness as a leash didn’t know what to do with a man who offered safety without strings.
You took a shaky breath. “Then,” you said quietly, “stay.”
Jin’s shoulders sagged with something like relief so intense it almost looked like pain.
He sat back down in the chair.
And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself drink water without wondering if it was drugged.
The next few days blurred into something that didn’t feel real.
There were doctors who spoke gently. Advocates who introduced themselves and asked permission before sitting. Papers that needed signatures. A temporary status order that wasn’t perfect, but it was something.
And always - Jin.
He never forced himself into your space. Never spoke over you. Never answered for you.
But he was there.
In the hallway when your hands shook too much to hold a pen; Outside the clinic when your ears rang from too many voices; In the kitchen, learning how to make proper food with balance for your conditions because he insisted you deserved warm food that wasn’t rationed.
Sometimes you caught him staring when he thought you weren’t looking.
Not like a handler. Not like an owner. Rather, just like a man standing too close to a cliff and trying not to fall.
One afternoon, you found him on the balcony, phone pressed to his ear, voice low.
“Yes,” he was saying. “I understand. No, I’m not pushing her. It’s her decision. I know what the department wants, but I don’t care what the department wants. I care what she wants.”
A pause.
“Yes. I’m aware of my conflict of interest.”
Another pause.
“No,” he said, voice suddenly sharp. “I’m not stepping back. Not unless she asks me to.”
Your chest tightened.
He ended the call and turned.
He froze when he saw you.
“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn’t realise you were -”
“It’s fine,” you said.
He hesitated. “Did you hear -”
“I heard enough,” you said quietly.
His eyes searched your face like he was trying to read a language he didn’t deserve to speak.
“I’m not trying to control anything,” he said. “I’m just -”
“Trying,” you finished.
He let out a shaky laugh that didn’t sound happy.
“Yes,” he admitted. “Trying.”
You stepped closer, slow.
“Did you mean it,” you asked, voice barely above the wind, “when you said you’d take whatever I give you?”
Jin’s face softened.
“Yes,” he said simply.
You swallowed.
“Then I’m giving you…” You searched for words. “This. For now.”
You lifted your hand, hesitated, then placed it in his.
His fingers curled around yours like he was afraid you’d disappear.
He didn’t pull. Didn’t tug you closer.
He just held your hand like it mattered.
Like you mattered.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
Then Jin’s voice broke the silence, soft as breath.
“I kept thinking,” he murmured, “about what that man said. In the facility. That you’d circle back to the cage.”
You stiffened.
Jin’s thumb brushed your knuckles gently, a grounding touch.
“You didn’t circle back,” he said. “You walked into a trap because you thought it would protect me.”
Your throat tightened.
“That was stupid,” you whispered.
“No,” Jin said fiercely. “That was brave. And it was heartbreaking.”
You looked down.
“I don’t know how to be… good at this,” you admitted. “Living. Choosing. Not fighting.”
Jin’s grip tightened, steady.
“Then don’t be good at it,” he said. “Just be real. We’ll figure it out as we go.”
The word we hit like a cuddle of a warm blanket.
You swallowed.
“Promise me something,” you whispered.
“Anything,” Jin said.
“No more secrets,” you said. “If you’re scared, you tell me. If the department pressures you, you tell me. If you… if you start pulling away -”
“I won’t,” Jin said, voice urgent.
You shook your head, eyes burning.
“Don’t promise what you can’t keep. Promise what you can do.”
Jin took a breath, nodded slowly.
“Okay,” he said. “Then I promise this: I will speak the truth as soon as I know it. Even if it makes me look bad. Even if it makes you angry. Because you deserve reality, not convenience.”
You stared at him.
Then you nodded once.
“Okay,” you whispered. “Then… I’ll try.”
His eyes softened.
“That’s all I want,” he murmured. “A try.”
The hearing came two weeks later.
You didn’t want to go.
The courthouse smelled like old paper and disinfectant. The lights were too bright. The hallways were too loud. Every uniform makes your muscles tense.
Jin walked beside you, not touching - just close enough to feel like a wall between you and everything else.
“You don’t have to speak if you can’t,” the advocate had told you. “Your written statement may be enough.”
But you remembered the feline hybrid curled in the cell. The bunny hybrid with hollow eyes.
You remembered what it felt like to be invisible.
So when you were called, you stood.
Your hands shook as you raised them to swear. The judge’s eyes were careful, not unkind.
“State your name,” the clerk said.
You swallowed. You almost said the number.
Then you heard Jin inhale sharply behind you - like he was ready to catch you if you fell.
So you gathered up a breath, and lifted your chin.
“Y/N,” you said, voice trembling but clear. “Just… Y/N.”
Something eased in your chest as the words left your mouth.
Not owned. Not coded.
Named.
You spoke about the ring. The conditions. The movement of hybrids. The protocols. The fear.
You didn’t go into every detail. You didn’t relive every night.
But you gave enough to make your existence undeniable.
When it was over, you stepped down and your legs nearly gave out.
Jin was there immediately, not grabbing or forcing, just offering his arm.
And you took it.
Outside the courthouse, the air tasted like freedom again.
Your advocate spoke quietly with Namjoon and Yoongi. Hoseok made a joke that made Jungkook snort. Sana offered you a small candy from her pocket like it was a ritual of survival.
You didn’t smile.
But you did take it.
Jin stood beside you, watching the group with something soft in his eyes.
“We did it,” he murmured.
You glanced at him. “Did we?”
He nodded toward the courthouse doors.
“They can’t erase you anymore,” he said. “You’re on record. You’re protected. And they’re going down.”
A pause.
“But,” he added, voice lowering, “I know that doesn’t fix what they did. Or what I did.”
Your throat tightened.
“I don’t know if I can forgive you,” you admitted.
Jin nodded, like he’d expected it.
“I know,” he said quietly. “I’m not asking for forgiveness as a price of staying. I’m asking to keep earning trust, inch by inch.”
You stared at him.
Then, very slowly, you reached up and adjusted the collar of his shirt - a tiny gesture, almost nothing, but it made his breath catch.
“You can start,” you whispered, “by sleeping.”
He let out a shaky laugh.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured.
You rolled your eyes, and the movement felt almost like a smile.
That night, back in the apartment, the storm came.
Not outside.
Inside you.
You woke up gasping, heart pounding, sweat slick on your skin. The room felt too small. The shadows felt alive.
You sat up, trembling, nails digging into your palms.
You tried to breathe.
In for four. Out for four.
It didn’t work.
You shoved the blanket off and stumbled to the door, hand shaking on the handle.
You didn’t even think. You just opened it.
Jin was asleep on the couch outside your room, still in sweatpants and a plain shirt, blanket half-fallen to the floor.
He’d said he’d stay in the chair.
He’d lied.
No - your mind corrected softly. He adapted.
He sensed you needed distance and closeness at the same time, so he’d anchored himself outside your door like a guard who didn’t demand entry.
Your throat tightened.
You took one shaky step into the hallway.
The floor creaked.
Jin’s eyes snapped open instantly.
He sat up, hair mussed, blinking. The moment he saw you, his expression softened.
“Nightmare?” he asked, voice rough with sleep.
You nodded, unable to speak.
Jin rose slowly, hands visible, posture careful.
“Do you want me to come to you,” he asked quietly, “or do you want to come here?”
The choice. Again.
Your chest ached.
You took another step. Then another.
Jin didn’t move until you were close enough that you could feel his warmth.
Then you leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his shoulder.
His arms wrapped around you, gentle, steady, like a promise made without words.
You shook.
He held.
You breathed.
He breathed with you.
For a long time, you stayed like that, the storm slowly losing power.
When your trembling eased, Jin’s voice came soft against your hair.
“You were so brave today,” he murmured.
You swallowed. “I was scared.”
“Brave isn’t the absence of fear,” he whispered. “It’s doing it anyway.”
You pulled back slightly, enough to look at him.
His eyes were tired, but warm. Real.
“I don’t want to be a symbol,” you whispered.
Jin’s hand rose, paused hesitantly, then gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face only after you didn’t flinch.
“Then don’t be,” he said. “Be a person. Be someone who eats pancakes and complains about boring paperwork and learns what ‘home’ means on your own timeline.”
Your eyes burned again.
“Will you… still be here?” you asked, voice small.
Jin’s expression broke open, raw.
“Yes,” he whispered. “If you let me.”
You stared at him for a long moment.
Then you nodded once.
“Okay,” you said quietly. “Stay.”
Jin’s arms tightened a fraction—just enough to feel like safety, not a cage.
“Always,” he murmured.
And for the first time since you were young, sleep came like something gentle.
Hellooooo!! Good morning/afternoon/evening, today's post will be on a few updates.
Firstly,
This humble little blog will be undergoing a name change tomorrow, 11 January 2026, from 12pm to 3pm (+08:00).
The change: "BTS-OT-7" to "Kryia-G"
Fret not, I will continue to write BTS fanfics consistently. The reasoning behind changing the names is to prevent miscommunications and mismatched identities as I have decided to expand into original writings with personal characters.
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The Hunted || Monster Hunter!Jungkook x Dragonborn!Reader | Fantasy!AU | e2l!AU | Dark Romance || @borathae
Summary: “The lands you were born in long stopped being homes of dragons. Once seen as gods until the humans turned on them. Poverty, war and famine is blamed on them, hatred and prejudices are thrown at them. The so-called Hunters were born out of the human necessity to annihilate anything which doesn’t fit their standards. The true blooded dragons left for better lands, while their half-blood offspring was left behind and persecuted. You were such an offspring. Born on a stormy, cold night, you were abandoned the moment you took your first breath. Jungkook was a Hunter hellbent on claiming your last breath. Unless, funny little destiny plays into his cards.”
The art of pretending || ex!jungkook x reader | exes to lovers au | fake dating || @ggukivrse
Summary. when you and jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, there’s only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend.
but somewhere between fake kisses and real feelings, you start to wonder if letting go was ever the right choice at all.
It's a match || fuckboy!jungkook x coworker reader | coworker enemies(?) to lovers au | fake dating au || @dreamersparacosm
Summary: Your friends think you’re one bad night away from becoming a cat lady with a wine addiction. Their solution? It’s simple: Wingmate, the new dating app where your friends swipe for you, and set you up on a blind date. At the very least, it’s supposed to guarantee a steamy hookup for the group’s weekend trip—little do you know, they’ve swiped right on none other than Jeon Jungkook, resident fuckboy and your coworker, who’s terminally addicted to two things: bad bitches and situationships.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook has everything from wealth, brains, and the reputation of the perfect heir. But behind all of that, he hides one secret: you.
Taste of a poison paradise || fuckboy!jungkook x reader | e2l || @dollfaceksj
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is your junior and a great student, obsessed with anime and video games. To you, he’s a Grade A geek. However, you soon find out the reason why he’s so quiet around you is because your mutual friends have told him to stay away from you for your sake, not his. Why? You wish you weren’t so curious because now you’re determined to find out.
One-shot....
Seven minutes in heaven || two shot | clg heartthrob jungkook x reader | University AU | strangers to lovers (sort of) || @euno11a
Summary: When you're dragged to an underground party by your best friend, the last thing you expect is to be thrown into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven — especially not with Jeon Jungkook, the brooding, sharp-tongued heartbreaker with a reputation that precedes him. You barely know him. He barely looks at anyone. But behind that locked door, time slows down, sparks fly, and he's done for. You're sure he'll forget you. He does. But now he’s on a mission to figure out who “Closet Girl” is — and your friends are doing everything they can to mess with him while keeping your identity secret.
Never Enough | Jungkook x reader | Established relationship au | heavy smut content || @ctrlsht
Summary: It was a stormy anniversary night that turned into disappointment, obsession, and desperate love when Jungkook showed up uninvited. The chaos that followed became a reminder that he can never get enough of you.
The wrong sister || prince!Jungkook x princess!female reader | royalty au | arranged marriage au || @jkwrites-m
Summary: She was never his choice- until she became his world.
Governor's Secrets || two shot | governor jungkook x reader | dark || @riri01vbbe
Summary: In a world where women are meant to obey, Y/N is forced into marriage with an older, powerful governor. Behind his respectable facade lies abuse, corruption, and dangerous secrets. When she dares to fight back, she risks everything.
Ex's to lovers || tattoo artist jungkook x reader || @ohhowjooniewept
Summary: Jeon Jungkook has it all—looks, charm, success, and a thriving tattoo shop—but none of it matters without the one person he let slip away. After a heated argument and words he didn’t mean, you walked out on your three-year relationship, leaving him to face the consequences of his own pride. Two months later, you’re still hurt, and Jungkook is more desperate than ever to win you back. But can he make you see that he’s changed, or will his jealousy, obliviousness, and reckless mistakes cost him the love he needs most?
We can't be friends || Jungkook x reader | exes au | college!au || @taegularities
Summary: Jungkook once planted a garden in your chest that he watered when he smiled and you killed when he left. But flowers withering isn't enough; that doesn't mend the ache. No – you want this entire story to die.
Or: If living on can't mend the pain of losing him, maybe forgetting him for good will.
pas de deux || dance partner Jungkook x dancer reader || @jiminrings
Summary: y/n’s a hopeless romantic who’s been pining over dance partner!jungkook for the past two years, the overwhelming Feeling Of Reality, and an appearance of a certain champion that wakes up koo the dummy
Is It Me or The PS5? || fiancée!jungkook x reader | quarrel au | established relationship au || @back2bluesidex
Summary: Jungkook chooses his games over you, says he regrets getting engaged to you. So, what is a better gift for him than removing your ring and vanishing into the night?
Fine line || three shot | fiancée!jungkook x reader | smut au || @blushedarmybunny
Summary: Bachelor party. Jeon Jungkook is halfway there, halfway gone.....drinks, confusion, sex in the air. A stripper in his lap.
A moment he doesn’t stop fast enough.
And when his fiancée finds out?
She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream.
She tells him to sit down and talk.
Then she shows him exactly where the line is and what it feels like to cross it.
True love || tattoo artist!jk x reader | grumpy & sunshine | f2l || @lovieku
Summary: you and jeon jeongguk's paths cross again, you question if having a crush on the school's emo and alternative boy was really just a phase, or if it was true love after all.
Gameboy || two shot | gamer!jk x economics student!reader | IDIOTS to lovers | friends to lovers | college au || @matchastwb
Summary: was it weird to fall in love with someone you’ve never met? maybe. but the guy you’ve been playing video games with for the past few months was simply too charming. unfortunately for you, he was already smitten with some girl in his economics class, and it also didn’t help that he thought you were a boy.
Under the mistletoe || bestfriend jungkook x reader | childhood bestfriend to lovers au || @dreamersparacosm
Summary: Every Christmas, since you were six years old, Jeon Jungkook gave you a kiss under the mistletoe. But when you were fifteen, you were replaced by a revolving door of girlfriends. Thus began your decade-long aversion to the holiday—this year, however, you’ve been tasked with hosting the annual Christmas soirée, and there’s no telling what might be waiting for you under the mistletoe this time around.
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Jimin pretends to be awfully interested in the lecture, avoiding eye contact the whole time. It doesn't help that he can feel Jungkook's gaze on him. The whole lesson his gaze has been on Jimin. Suddenly - he nudges Jimin's knee with his own. Jimin doesn't respond, thinking it must be a mistake, but when it happens again, he looks in Jungkook's direction. He has a dumb smirk on his face and his hood is over his head. "You're a nerd". What the hell is he supposed to respond to that? "Uhm.. Okay?".
Jungkook sits more straight and scoots his chair closer to Jimin's. "You're all focused".
What the hell is happening?? Why is he getting closer? "Yeah, well, we're in class for a reason", Jimin responds. "You should let loose", Jungkook says while he moves closer to Jimin, "I'm having a party tonight". Is he trying to brag or something? "Good for you".
Jungkook lets out a chuckle, "Come on, let loose. I'm inviting you". Uhm.. What? "Huh?", is all that comes out of Jimin's mouth. Jungkook pulls out his phone and hides it behind Jimin's pencil case. "Give me your number. I'll text you the deeds". Scared to say no, Jimin puts his number in Jungkook's phone.
That night, he stares at Jungkook's text. It's his address with a time and a little ":)" at the end. It's already way past that time. The party started three hours ago. He wasn't planning on going, but his parents are at it again. They're screaming, throwing stuff. He'd do anything to get away from that. Even if it meant walking into a trap to get made fun of.
The front door is open. There's people on the lawn and music is blasting loudly. He nervously walks inside. It doesn't take him long to spot Jungkook, he's the centre of the party. There's girls around him, one touching his arm, pretending to be interested in the tattoo's. Jimin walks over to where the alcohol is. He hasn't really drank much at all in his life. He's had a few bottles with his friends, but that's about it. He doesn't know how to mix it, nor what tastes good. He grabs the nearest bottle and pours it in a cup. He takes a sip and immediately regrets it. How the hell do people drink this?
"You're supposed to mix it with soda". Jimin turns around. There's Jungkook, somehow without girls by his side. Jungkook grabs another cup and pours half of Jimin's in it. He adds some sprite and hands it back to Jimin. "Here". "Thanks", Jimin grabs the cup back and takes a sip. Much better.
Jungkook leans against the counter next to Jimin, "That better?". "Yeah", Jimin takes a gulp. It actually tastes good like this. Jungkook chuckles, "You trying to get drunk?". Jimin takes another gulp. He defenetly was. "Why? Are you?". Jungkook chuckles once more, that dumb smirk on his face again. "Almost there". It becomes silent between them again while they awkwardly sip their drinks. A minute passes, even though it feels like an hour, before Jungkook speaks up. "Want something stronger?". That sounds great. Jimin wants to forget about his parents and the dreading feeling of having to go home later. He doesn't want to go back to that god forsaken house. If it meant forgetting everything for a little while, he would do it. "Yeah, sure, like what?". Jungkook grins, "I think Maddison is doing lines nearby". Jungkook's hand goes to the small of Jimin's back, guiding him with him. It felt weirdly intimate. Jimin follows him until they're at a small group of people around a table. Jungkook grabs a small bag and nods his head to the stairs. Jimin follows him through the crowd of people, and up the stairs. They enter his room, which isn't how Jimin expected. He expected a whole modern minimalist look with maybe a few posters of naked ladies. Instead, he's met with a cozy room. He has multiple pillows on his bed and there's pictures of dragons on his walls. Jungkook closes and locks the door behind them.
"Dragons", Jimin says with a chuckle. "Don't tell anyone. It's embarrassing", Jungkook replies. "Wouldn't they know when they enter your room?". Jungkook sits down on the bed and pats the spot next to him, "I don't take anyone up here". Then why is Jimin there? Why is Jungkook showing such a vulnerable side of him to Jimin when they barely know each other?
Jungkook grabs a book and starts making the lines on them. Jimin sits down next to him, his heart beating fast. He's never done lines before. Let alone any type of drug. Jungkook takes a line and holds the book with the lines up to Jimin. "Don't be nervous. If you're panicky, you'll have a bad trip".
Jimin takes a deep breath and repeats Jungkook's movements, taking a line through his nose. "Fuck", Jimin says when he moves his head up. "It burns". Jungkook laughs softly at that. "Yeah, you get used to it, though". Jimin leans back against the pillows. "You feel it?", Jungkook asks while putting the now powdery book away. "Yeah..", Jimin closes his eyes and lets the coke take over. He feels energetic, like everything is flowing out of him.
Jungkook pulls Jimin closer, his hand going to Jimin's waist. "Jim", he says.
Jimin opens his eyes and looks at Jungkook with a grin. "Yeah?". And that's when it happens. Jungkook's lips press against his.
Jimin kisses him back without thinking. Jungkook softly bites down on Jimin's bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. He doesn't have to ask twice. Jimin's lips part slightly and Jungkook's tongue slides in. He can feel Jungkook pressing him into the matrass while his hand slides under his shirt. Jungkook traces his waist with his fingers while kissing him desperatly. It's like he's been holding the urge in for months. All his paranoia about Jungkook - and hate - disappears within seconds. His touch feels like magic. Probably due to the drugs. His whole body is sensitive, and Jungkook's touch tingles. Jungkook gets between Jimin's thighs, his other hand coming to hold his hip, angling him up enough for Jimin to feel Jungkook's erection. Fuck, that feels good.
Jimin's hand comes to tangle into Jungkook's hair, roughly pressing him closer. The kiss is messy and rough, all tongue and teeth. But the cherry on top is Jungkook's grinding. Jimin has imagined situations like this millions of times in his head. Never did he imagine it would feel this good. He can feel his own erection straining against his pants, begging to be touched. As if Jungkook can read his mind, he starts to undo Jimin's pants. Jimin lets out a little groan. It's all so sudden, and so fast, but he doesn't seem to care. It feels too good to care.
Jungkook tosses Jimin's pants somewhere in the room, too turned on to care where they land. He starts to bite and kiss Jimin's neck and throat, making Jimin moan. "Shh", whispers against Jimin's neck. His hand that was on his waist moves down to his erection. He's never felt another guy's cock before, and it felt good. he starts to slowly stroke Jimin through his underwear. Jimin has to bite back a moan.
His hand speeds up as he grinds his erection against Jimin's leg. He bites down a little harder onto Jimin's throat, leaving a soft mark. It's too much to hold back when he hears Jimin let out a soft whimper. He eagerly pushes down Jimin's underwear, then removes his shirt. Jimin is staring at his tattoos and muscular appearance. He never imagined that Jungkook would be this hot. He looks at his face, realising just how perfect Jungkook looks. His hatred for him had blocked it all out before. But now, while Jungkook is undressing himself in front of him, showing him just how much he wants him, he's the most beautiful person on earth.
Jungkook pulls Jimin's shirt off, then crashes their lips together again. He moves Jimin's hand to his erection, holding it in place by his wrist while he grinds against it. His movements are desperate, needy, like he's never felt something this good before. "Take it off for me", Jungkook whispers against Jimin's lips. He doesn't have to be told twice. Jimin removes Jungkook's pants with more struggle than he'd like to admit. He manages to push it down to his ankles, and Jungkook kiss it off.
Jungkook moves away. He grabs a pillow and pushes it under Jimin's hips. He starts to kiss his thighs, slow and teasingly. "Fuck.. Jungkook..", Jimin whispers. Jungkook starts to kiss towards Jimin's cock. He's only ever received head from girls. Never has he given it to anyone, let alone a guy. He decides to do what he's always received, and starts to trace his tongue up Jimin's length. Jimin shudders and throws his head back. Jungkook has no idea what he's doing, and decides to just go for it. He takes the tip in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He can feel Jimin's hips stutter upwards. He starts to take his length deeper into his mouth, sucking him like he's desperate. Jimin grips the sheets. "Wait- fuck- Jungkook- I-", he whimpers out. "Already?", Jungkook responds, his words muffled by the cock in his mouth. "Y-yeah, nghm". Jungkook stops sucking Jimin and moves his head up to eye level. "Not yet".
Jungkook gets up, standing in front of the bed. Jimin sits up, confused. "Spit", Jungkook commands while pushing his underwear down. "Huh?".
Jungkook gently grabs the back of Jimin's head and pulls him closer to his cock. "Spit". Jimin shyly lets some of his spit fall onto Jungkook's cock. Jungkook rubs it over his lenght and then presses a kiss against Jimin's forehead. "Turn around". Jiming does what he asks and turns his back towards him. Jungkook gently bends Jimin over until his ass is at the height of his cock. He enters two fingers first, "That feel good?". Jiming lets out a soft moan, "Yes, fuck.."
Then, Jungkook removes his fingers and pushes his cock inside Jimin's tight hole. He lets out a groan when he does.
He gives Jimin a few moments to get used to his lenght before he starts to move. His movements are soft at first - then rough. Jimin's face is burried into the sheets to stop himself from being loud. It doesn't last long, five minutes to be exact, before Jungkook fills him up. His thrusts become a little more slow while his hand is stroking Jimin's cock, making him whimper. "Come for me", Jungkook says breathily. That's all Jimin needs. He covers Jungkook's hand in his cum.
They lay down on the bed, exhausted. Jungkook takes Jimin into his arms as he covers them with the sheets. His breathing is heavy, and his arms cling to Jimin.
Jimin's hand comes to touch Jungkook's arm, tracing his tattoos. He closes his eyes, exhaustion taking over.
Bound by Fate, Chosen by Love || Jungkook x Reader I Werwolf x Witch |Supernatural au || @sweetvoidstuff
Summary : A witch bound by duty. A werewolf bound by instinct. When fate intertwines their paths, they must decide if love is worth defying expectations. Hunters threaten their people, forcing them to fight side by side. As tensions rise, so does the pull between them—soft moments turning into something far more intense. A quiet invitation, a lingering touch, a whispered question that changes everything. In the end, choice matters more than destiny. But with danger still lurking, will they have the chance to choose each other?
A Black Eye & Two Kisses || biker!jungkook x reader | strangers to lovers || @igwb
Summary: you knew life wouldn’t be easy as a woman in a world built by men. you had grown up knowing that it was only a matter of time before you, too, would face that same brutal reality. even as you dreamed of something else—something as simple as independence—you understood how utopian that idea was for a woman in times like these. but who could have known that, sometimes, freedom could come from a man himself? a lost soul, like you, caught in the same struggle, trapped in his own way. a soul that, despite everything, might just understand your pain
Another Time || Jungkook x reader | soulmate au || @jkwrites-m
Summary: When Y/N and Jungkook begin sharing vivid dreams of each other, their connection feels too real to ignore. When tragedy from a past life begins bleeding into the present, they’re forced to unravel the mystery of love, betrayal, and fate.
In love with love (with you) || Jungkook x reader | office!au | coworkers!au | frenemies to lovers | idiots to lovers | kind of childhood friends to lovers || @pantoneyoongi
Summary: you’re a romantic. jungkook? jungkook is not.
Something about you || teacher!JK and researcher!OC | friends au | vacation au | semi slow burn a | romcom-ish vibe || @ahundredtimesover
Summary: You and Jungkook have been friends for a decade. And while he’s the charming and dependable, often reserved boy-next-door, he’s also just been a friend - a constant in your life, a part of a whole, and someone who’s seen all the flawed and probably unattractive sides of you.
A resumption of your friend group’s out-of-town trips has caused you to spend more time with him. And somewhere in between the morning coffee in the forest, running around in the snow, and watching the sunset on a boat, he’s become something more. And you’re not quite sure how to deal with it.
One-shot...
Bridges we almost burned || jungkook x reader || @kooffeecup
Summary: when you see your boyfriend giving ride to the new intern frequently because he thinks it’s convenient, something snaps inside you.
The Grumpy Girlfriend Protection Program || sunshine bf x grumpy gf | office worker! reader x veterinary student! jungkook || @jincapableoflove
Summary: Jeon Jungkook has always been the sunshine in every room; warm, kind, and completely oblivious to danger. Luckily, you, his grumpy, overprotective girlfriend have made it your personal mission to keep him safe. But when the threat shifts to you instead, Jungkook proves that even sunshine can scorch—and for you, he’d burn.
Beneath His Love || Two-Shot | yandere!jungkook x reader || @ctrlsht
Summary: Jeon Jungkook was once just a foreign high school friend until he disappeared without a word after graduation. Years later, he came back, not just to reconnect, but to claim a place in your life as your lover. To everyone else, your relationship is something out of a fairytale, the kind others envy. And for a while, you believed it too until the mask he wore began to slip, revealing a side of him you never saw coming.
Married for 7 days. || bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader || @kooklovee
Summary: Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.
Higher power || brother's best friend jungkook x reader || @jiminrings
Summary: waiting for jungkook to love again doesn't guarantee you a permanent romantic spot in his life, even if you've been in love with him the longest.
alternatively, you promised yourself to keep confessing to jungkook, your brother's best friend, every year until you turn twenty-eight.
Somehow you || nerd!jungkook x reader || @timelessjk
Summary: he was the quiet one in class. the type who never talked unless called on, who looked at the world from behind thick-rimmed glasses and stayed out of everyone’s way. you? you were the girl everyone knew. the one who never let anyone in. you weren’t looking for connection, and he wasn’t the kind to ask for it. but still… he did. and somehow, it worked.
heajix || alien!jungkook x reader || @httpjeon
Summary: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.
After the bell || illegal boxer Jeon Jungkook x Bookie F!reader || @jeonluvz
Summary: run the books in the backroom—dirty bets, dirty money, dirtier deals. On paper, everything looks clean. But anyone who matters knows better. They think you’re in it for the cash. Only Jungkook knows the truth: you’re not betting on the fight—you’re betting on him. You wear his old jacket like it means something, posted up ringside with that blank stare that makes men nervous. But when he wins, you slip through the back and let him have you however he wants. Because the real score? It ain’t the payout. It’s his name being attached to you.
That kiss || Two-Shot | bestfriend jungkook x reader || @aurora-writesjjk
Summary: two best friends fake-date for a wedding, but one unexpected kiss sparks real feelings, jealousy, and a confession that changes everything.
Black ribbon bride || Two-Shot | Mafia!jungkook x reader | Mafia AU | Dark Romance | Forced Marriage || @youthguk
Summary: “I want this one,”he said, eyes on you like a predator. A marriage sealed in diamonds and blood. You were supposed to hate him, but monsters don’t let go of the things they’ve claimed.
Love me, even if I don’t deserve it || fuckboy jungkook x reader || @dailynnt
Summary: He didn’t believe in love. You wasn’t looking for a one-night stand. But sex became a trap. Feelings a mistake. Jungkook thought he could keep you, even when he kept disappearing whenever he wanted. You stayed, until got tired of waiting. And when you left — he finally understood what losing truly means. He wants you back. Not just your body — your heart. This is a story about passion, pain, and a second chance…
Strawberry sunset || werewolf!jungkook x reader | harry potter au | best friends au || @sunflowercds
Summary: it’s seventh year. your last year at hogwarts! it’s the year for wrapping things up as you begin to make plans for the future… however, you find yourself doing the complete opposite, and your life begins to unravel before your very eyes. oh, how things take a turn for the worst.
alternative summary: tell me, do you believe in right person, wrong time?
Trophy boy || bestfriend!jungkook x reader || @dumpywrites
Summary: Beauty privilege exists, that's why you're selling your hot best friend.
📍 Genre: Enemies to Lovers · College AU · Romance · Angst
📍 Pairing: Jungkook × Y/N
📍 Rating: 🔞 17+ (Language, tension, adult themes)
📍 Status: Ongoing
📍 Mood: Tension. Eye contact. One bed. “I hate you but I want you” energy.
📖 Plot Teaser:
She was the smartest girl on campus.
He was the cockiest boy with a devilish smirk.
They hated each other.
Until they got paired for a final thesis.
> "You're not even my type."
> "Good. I don't do heartbreakers."
>
> ...but late-night arguments turned into stolen glances,
> and hate turned into heat.
Now, the only thing worse than losing to him...
is falling for him.
💜 Age Note: This story is for mature audiences (17+). Read responsibly. Contains emotional conflict, spicy moments, and enemies with unresolved sexual tension.
