#jkin3d

“fuck Tampa”

who tf gave them permission to get PIED PIPER BAPSAE LIFE GOES ON AND BOY WITH LOVE AND MAGIC SHOP AND PTD.

ilyy 🩷

also i love ur page sm, hope ur doing okay boo 🙂‍↕️💞

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toxic ex-bf!jk x ex-gf!reader

in which… you get drunk and tell your ex how much you hate him.

a/n: Jungkook is starting to feel the loss a little hm… is he being (insanely well-hidden) manipulative? maybe… we’ll see! also do you catch my beabadoobee reference.. :)

previous -> you can hit it in the morning

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𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐟 𝐣𝐤 𝐱 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐠𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐭... 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬. 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬!

𝐰.𝐜: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤

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Looking at you, Jungkook thought you might be temptation's most impure manifestation.

Jeon Jungkook, the ace of k-pop, the golden maknae. The wonder boy, as you'd often teased. He could do everything except for control himself around you. Wrapped in sin and sultry kisses, you stood opposite the intoxicated male, cherry flavoured lips parting with a knowing smile as you bid him goodbye to go out with your friends. Fuck, you were testing his limits tonight.

You'd texted him weeks ago, informing him that tonight was your best friend's birthday party. He knew you'd be out, dressed in the tiniest fucking dress you could find and looking like you'd come straight out of your boyfriend's wet dreams. Jungkook also knew that you'd intended to come over to his lustreless house, fulfilling the expectation of a desperation for your boyfriend every time you got drunk.

Now, Jungkook wasn't forgetful by any means necessary, but the thought of you coming home had slipped his mind when his friend entertained him with his faux-horrible singing and even more horrible jokes, giving him the idea of going live on weverse. He'd never gone live whilst drunk before, yet the idea wasn't all that bad to him.

So, without a second thought he'd set up his phone and started the live, falling into his natural routine with the fans. It was always comforting to Jungkook, knowing he could talk to the people who loved and adored him and interact so closely with them, even if it was through a screen and subtitles.

After about an hour, the live was quiet, the haze of the alcohol lulling Jungkook to a laid back position on his couch, lollipop swirling around his tongue as he thought about nothing whatsoever. The viewers didn't stop pouring in the various comments, even if Jungkook was oblivious to them, lost in the daze he'd been caught in.

Slowly, the hum of the music drifted into the background, and Jungkook forgot he was live. He'd had a lot of alcohol, sure, but he didn't ever just... forget. Maybe tonight was different for whatever reason.

The sound of your heels against his basement stairs pulled Jungkook out of his stare, a gentle coo of his nickname pulling a smile to his face. His phone sat forgotten on the table, its dim light doing nothing to remind Jungkook of his live. His gorgeous, snack of a girlfriend had just come home after a girl's night out at a nearby club, to her very desperate boyfriend. How could he even think about the twelve million people watching him through the screen?

You titled your head as you looked around the corner, meeting Jungkook's doe eyes. The smile he wore made your own grow, a soft laugh pulling you towards him as he sat up on the couch, a silver clad hand reaching out to you.

"jagiya..." he hummed, fingers brushing against the softness of your thigh.

"hi, koo.. you okay?"

His drunk gaze was painfully obvious, making you laugh as you threaded your fingers through his soft hair, hands resting on his cheeks as his knees spread to let you stand between his thighs.

"missed you, like... fuckin'.. a lot, baby"

"mhm, missed you too," you smiled, voice soft to match his own. "how come you're so drunk?"

"mm.. sunoo came over, had some drinks... filled the time till you were home"

Jungkook sighed dramatically, his hands settling just shy of your ass, head pressed into your lower stomach with a hum of contentment. You stood (conveniently) directly in front of the camera, your back coming into frame as your boyfriend pulled you into him. Without either of you even knowing it, Jungkook had just totally fucked his steady dating rumour-free month. He wished it was you instead with the dress you were wearing.

"you're so perfect, y'know that?" he mumbled, kissing at your stomach through your dress, hands squeezing gently at the plush of your ass that he just couldn't stay away from.

"I love you.. 'nd this fuckin' ass" you squealed as he pulled you into his lap, dress fighting for it's life as it stretched over your thighs that bracketed Jungkook's hips. "jagiya, we're getting married"

"huh? ya, you're drunk"

"fine, tomorrow I'll get you the shiniest, biggest, most expensive ring, and im gonna show off my perfect angel of a girl to the world"

"koo, y'know i dont care about the size of the ring," you sighed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i mean, i appreciate size but--"

"I hope you're not insinutating anything" he cut you off, noticing your giggle as you trailed off into another thought.

Jungkook stared up at you, adoring how perfect you truly were. Honestly, he could be shown someone who was born from gold and everything good and you'd still be more perfect than them. You could do anything, too. Sing, dance, model, educate, cook, kiss--

"i love you too, babe"

You smiled, leaning down for a proper kiss, relaxing into the familiar feeling of his lip ring, palms pressing into his chest.

"you're so sexy in this dress, y'know?" he palmed at your thighs, fingertips brushing the hem of the dress he adored.

"so perfect.. 'n beautiful i mean jeez jagi, you're everything to me"

His lips trailed down to your neck, leaving a soft path of purple and red as he did when he needed you most. Jungkook was never a halfway lover, he gave his all to everything with you. Love was intimate to him, why would he want to halfass anything with you?

"bet all the guys were staring at you, hm?"

there was the jealous boyfriend you secretly loved so much

"probably thinking they had a chance with my girl... fuckin'.. you're mine, y'know?"

Jungkook pulled away from your neck, looking up at you with a certain lust in his eyes that made your stomach flip. As said, he never halfassed anything.

"d'you walk home? i would've picked you up," he huffed, tilting his head with a soft pout, pulling a laugh from you, his favourite noise. "shoulda called me, baby"

"i did, you didn't answer for like ten minutes" you mumbled, shrugging it off as you kissed him again, barely thinking about anything but how much you needed your hot boyfriend.

"oh.. i must have been on live then.."

"you were on live? weverse? when?"

"like an hour ago..."

You hummed, brushing it off with another kiss, this time to his jaw as Jungkook's brain finally caught up from twenty minutes ago after he'd drifted away from the live--

Fuck.

"Fuck, baby--" he frowned, gently pulling you off of his neck as he sat up, looking around for his phone.

At your boyfriend's sudden shocked expression, you sat back, looking around with him. As if the universe was laughing at the pair of you and waiting for the realisation to dawn on you, you both saw his phone at the same time, the humiliating little green dot glaring at you. A clear reflection of you, the singer whose album is meant to be released next month, sat on your very clearly boyfriend's lap, the worldwide adored ace of k-pop, whose tour is meant to start in two days.

"Fuck." you both mumbled, the comments at an all time high speed, spamming a range of reactions.

Jeon Jungkook, the guy who seemed to always have dating rumours (but only because his fans were so invasive), having you, the girl who was admired for her solo career since young and never had dating rumours, sat right in his lap.

Not only were you sat in his lap, he'd openly said multiple very... hot things about you.

Now they were going to be everywhere. Clips of him adoring your ass and sounding like a horny teenager.

Yeah, both of your careers were about to take a very fucking critical hit.