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Fools Rush In: Chapter 11

Jungkook x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, Strangers-to-lovers, age gap!AU (reader is 30, Jungkook is 23), Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: Jungkook tries to come to terms with what it means to be in a relationship with a dedicated athlete.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 1.5K

Once you and Jungkook made up, life continued on as it had before. Jungkook was still working, doing more and more photography gigs now that the baby was coming in an effort to save up some money and you were doing conditioning sessions with Namjoon almost everyday, even on the weekends. 

Jungkook had known before even meeting you how dedicated of an athlete you were. Hell, anyone with eyes knew that. However, it was a completely different thing for him to be in a relationship with you and watch how hard you tended to work yourself, all the while pregnant with his child. 

“I sound like a douchebag, don’t I?” Jungkook asked as he looked over at Taehyung as the two of them sat in the small, crowded ramen shop together. 

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bloodline | jjk — one

-> pairing fuckboy!jk x fuckgirl!f.reader

-> genres/aus slow burn, friends with benefits au, smut, humor, angst and college au

-> summary a relationship was the last thing you wanted, but having wild and experimenting sex? now that was something, and jeon jungkook is there to give you simply that. as long as either catch feelings... but that won't be hard for you knowing you'd never go for a guy like jungkook, although jungkook might have another opinion about you. let the (fun) begin!

-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, drunk!jk, dirty talk, dry humping, cum eating, fingering, oral (f. receiving), face riding, overstimulation :)

-> word count 3.2k

-> author's note i'm baaaaackkkkk :))) also, big thanks to my love @here4btsfics for guiding me through the smut. i love you kelly you're amazinggggg <3333

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‘’So, it’s just sex between you?’’ Your roommate Cho-Hee questions after she’s accidentally caught you and Jungkook fucking on the couch. It was your fault for overseeing her schedule that was cleared out the day you decided to invite him over. 

“Yes.” Without a question you answer, Jungkook puts on his sweater behind you as Cho-Hee stands in question in the open kitchen. 

“You know… that never works right?” You love Cho-Hee. She’s an amazing friend who in reality just wants what’s best for you and will fight for you whenever she can. It was her way of showing she cares for you by asking. This explains why you didn’t get offended and throw a fit over the cliche question whenever two casually hooking up get interrogated by friends. 

“It’s under control. Jungkook literally fucks anything with a pulse and I can hardly see myself in a relationship.” You’d never try and excuse that this will never happen, there’s a chance but it’s not very highly between you two. If there were such a big risk, you’d never hook up with Jungkook in the first place. 

The off putting friends with benefits situation you had with Jungkook only started a few weeks ago. He caught your eye at the frat party Hoseok invited you to. He wasn’t exactly a stranger to you. You heard a thing or two about his fuckboy status and his astounding skills in bed — explains why he carries the title so proudly. 

When you first hooked up, Jungkook was surprised by how different you were. You drove him on edge constantly, savoring up every minute of the pleasure that developed between you. To say you were a drug for Jungkook was an understatement. You were more, yet you didn’t need to know that. 

‘’Well… I’m leaving. I’ll call you.’’ With a peck on the cheek, Jungkook says a quick bye to Cho-Hee before the door closes and it’s just the both of you. 

‘’He literally–’’ Cho-Hee starts off, you barely noticed the display of affection he did before leaving. 

‘’What?’’ 

‘’Nothing. Want to order some take out?’’ Since that day, Cho-Hee never brought up your relationship with Jungkook on the table. 

It turned quiet in your apartment, Cho-Hee was studying for a test tomorrow and you were scrolling on TikTok to let a few hours pass by. Your screen gets interrupted by a call. Well that was definitely early. 

‘’Jungkook?’’ There’s a lot of noise surrounding him, so you hardly hear him through the mic. 

‘’Y/N? Can you hear me now?’’ The ruckus clears out and Jungkook’s voice cuts through it. 

‘’Yeah, what’s up?’’ You’ve brought the phone to your ear, sighing as you find a comfortable position to lay in. 

‘’Wanna fuck?’’ You can’t help but snort when he says it, covering your mouth — scared to interrupt the focus Cho-Hee has gained on her studies. Jungkook is most likely drunk at this moment and horny, very fucking horny. 

‘’Why are you laughing? I’m serious, I wanna fuck you.’’ You depress your snorting, trying to take his drunken state seriously. It makes it a lot funnier when you’re the sober one. 

‘’Who says you’re fucking me?’’ Jungkook knew you were a switch, well more a person who’d be down for almost anything. Did that scare him? Yes. Did it turn him on? Also yes. 

‘’Shut up. Now can I come over or not?’’ He really did not like to waste his time on small talk with you. It’s not that you aren’t interesting as a person, his dick just speaks before him and right now? He desperately wants to be inside of you. 

‘’Cho-Hee is studying…’’ You start off, earning a groan from Jungkook not being pleased by your answer. You have a lot of respect for your roommate and vise versa, the least you can do is keep your crazy hookups away from Cho-Hee as much as possible. The reason also being she caught you not even a few hours ago, she still needs to recover from that. 

‘’And? She knows either way, so what’s the problem?’’ He’s determined to be in between your legs tonight. 

‘’The problem is she needs complete silence. Silence never works for us Jungkook.’’ You can picture the smirk plastered on his face when you admitted that the sex is too good, which explains the noise following right after. 

‘’I can just hold my hand over your mouth. Easy fix.’’ He’s proud of his solution but you roll your eyes, wondering how you’ll get it to his head that there’s no sex tonight. 

‘’Jungkook– I really can’t. Isn’t there someone else at the party that you can take home?’’ It turns silent on the other side of the line. That feels odd, also because you never agreed to be exclusive. Jungkook is a free man. 

‘’They aren’t you.’’ The alcohol is speaking for Jungkook and you know that. You always found the saying ‘drunk words are sober thoughts’ utter bullshit. You’ve blurted out all kinds of nonsense when you’ve been drunk which have never meant anything. In this way, Jungkook’s sentence means nothing to you. 

‘’Jung–’’ Cho-Hee knocks on your door, startling you which causes you to hang up. 

‘’Oh- sorry! I was just gonna tell you that I’m going to Taehyung’s now.’’ You can already see for yourself Jungkook’s smile when he receives the news that he actually will get pussy tonight. 

‘’That’s fine, say hi to Tae from me.’’ Cho-Hee gives you one last smile, leaving you to go see her boyfriend. 

You realize you haven’t called Jungkook back and before you get the chance to, Cho-Hee shouts to you from the front door. With a quick strut, you find Jungkook with a worried expression and Cho-Hee trying to suppress a laugh. 

‘’Um–’’ 

‘’I thought something happened.’’ Cho-Hee sends you a knowing look from afar, which you quickly shut down not wanting her to get the wrong idea of Jungkook being worried. 

‘’Well. That’s my cue to leave.’’ She grabs her coat, closing the door behind her while you stand in your sloppy pajama look. 

‘’Jungkook, what the fuck?’’ You aren’t exactly pleased with him arriving at your place without a warning. Thankfully Cho-Hee already made plans with Taehyung or you’d have a lot of explaining to do. 

‘’Let’s fuck baby.’’ He almost crashes onto you, the hard liquor breath fanning above you and your face twists in disgust. He reeks of alcohol. 

‘’You’re way too drunk.’’ You grab ahold of Jungkook’s shoulders to lift the weight he decided to throw on you late at night. 

He can roughly stand on his own two feet, bringing you to baby him to bed. Which, yes, was not part of your weird deal. Still, you can’t let him go home from here in this state and it’s not because he’s unknown to your bed. 

With a few struggles you managed to get Jungkook out of his clothes and tucked under the sheets. He was getting way too excited when you went down to unbutton his pants as he already laid flat on your bed. The duvet crinkled as he moved around, as if he was a child doing a snow angel. 

‘’I thought you were gonna suck my dick. What a tease you are…’’ He pouts when you join him under the covers. If only the baby could stop talking and sober up.

‘’I’ll suck you off when you’re sober.’’ Jungkook leaves it at that, snores already escaping him as he falls asleep. 

You don’t know what time it is when Jungkook pulls you in by the waist, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. It’s not that action that stirs you awake, it’s what’s poking your ass when you lean into him. 

‘’Please tell me you’re awake.’’ He whispers softly. You don’t give him a direct answer, pressing your ass further against him. 

‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’ His warm hand roams on your thigh, soothing it out and taking his time in enjoying what’s in front of him. You hum in delight, his hand inching closer towards your core. 

‘’Are you sober?’’ You want to make sure, never wanting to take advantage of Jungkook in an intoxicated state. With a low chuckle, he bites your earlobe and whispers a yes. That’s good enough for you. You let Jungkook touch you how he pleases, admiring your curves and the softness that meets the palm of his hand. 

You’re not impatient, seeing you fucked him earlier before Cho-Hee walked in, screaming as she quickly covered her eyes begging you both to dress up. It was comical, maybe not for her but Jungkook bit his lip trying to regain the upcoming snort that was about to leave him when he saw how traumatized Cho-Hee looked. 

Jungkook moves his hand further down, tracing his delicate fingers above the fabric. You tense under his touch, his breath still landing hot on the nape of your neck. The slow build of intimacy reaching your bedroom. 

It doesn’t really help how horny you’re getting, all while Jungkook’s dick is poking your ass from behind. With a slow movement, you grind your ass back, Jungkook groaning from your visible greadiness. How can you not be? Not only is he fucking hot but having his cock inside of you? Nothing beats that. 

‘’Listen. I love you going slow right now, but can you just fuck me?’’ He hasn’t even touched you, his fingers resting on the waistband of your thong. You don’t exactly know what’s gotten you so needy. Maybe it’s the fact you can feel everything yet he isn’t touching you as expected. Wasn’t he desperate to fuck you a few hours ago? What happened to that? 

‘’Listen, I have plans on my own. Lay still.’’ You cock an eyebrow in surprise. Since when does Jungkook have a plan on how to please you? 

With a sigh, you don’t move, letting Jungkook have his way with you. His hand starts to explore again, finally gaining the courage to reach underneath your thong which has started to stick to your heat. 

A gentle press of his fingers against your slit and your mouth drops. A breathless moan escapes you when Jungkook runs the pad of his middle finger between your lips, parting them slightly. 

‘’You’re so wet…’’ A kiss is added right beneath your ear, the soft touch of Jungkook’s lips making you lean more into him — if it’s even possible at this point — earning a hiss from him as he gets worked up on how you effortlessly give yourself to him. 

‘’Stay still. You’re gonna drive me insane before I even get to fuck you.’’ You smile at his words, commanding to his request. 

He returns to fingering you, bucking his hips into you from behind to excite you of what awaits. He loves seeing you like this, lips parted as your eyebrows furrow over the pleasure building up within you. The pleasure he’s causing. If only you could see how adorable you looked in such a hot position. His fingers covered in your arousal, your ass pushed up on him to get some sort of friction which he isn’t willing to give right now. No, Jungkook loves seeing you become a mess for him, to the point where you take control yourself and guide him inside of you. But that’s not what happens. You turn. 

Jungkook is still cupping your sex under the fabric, until you take a hold of his wrist guiding it towards your mouth. The room is dark, mostly. Jungkook is incapable of seeing your lips wrap around them, swirling the edges as you taste yourself. You’re unbelievable. 

When you release his fingers from your mouth, Jungkook curses under his breath before he brings you in for a heated kiss. You don’t hesitate to wrap your free arm around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as his tongue slips in to meet yours. 

Kisses with Jungkook always drive you to a breaking point. There’s something so addicting about the way he kisses you that your body reacts before you. You’ve let your clothed core grind over his cock that has fully hardened under his briefs. 

‘’Take them off.’’ You say in a hurry, moving your mouth further down to Jungkook’s neck. His weakness. It’s the first moan that slips out from him when you’ve swirled your tongue as your lips peck and bite at his soft skin. 

Jungkook struggles to get his boxers off, when you’ve decided now is the perfect time to give him neck kisses. You’ve learned to perfect them since you both started hooking up, it’s definitely worth it when moans simply slip out of him. 

A rough pull from Jungkook brings you back to face him and that’s when you notice he’s managed to get his boxers off while you were too busy with his delicate neck. 

‘’Fucking finally.’’ You reach your hand down to feel it but Jungkook stops you. 

‘’Wha–’’ He pulls one of your legs over his waist, positioning his cock above the material of your thong. That shuts you up, starting to enjoy the anticipation of having him inside of you. Sure, you’d rather want it now but it’s fun going along with Jungkook’s ideas. Maybe that explains the exciting sex life you’ve created between the two of you as time passed. 

He makes it more difficult for you not to push yourself down on his cock when he decides to push your panties aside and grind his cock in between your soaked lips. The tip adding pressure to your clit as he presses it on purpose. He knows you love it. 

‘’Jungkook, fuck!’’ The sensation you’re feeling becomes overwhelming, as you clutch onto him he admits he’s teased you enough. Aiming his tip now at your center, you await patiently before you feel it. His cock stretches you out the more he bucks his hips forward, as you sigh in satisfaction of getting what you’ve wanted since he’s pulled you in. 

‘’Fuck you’re so tight pretty girl.’’ Pretty girl. A nickname Jungkook only uses in bed with you. It always gives you the same feeling; tingling sensations running around as goosebumps rise on your skin. You never felt special because of the nickname he used on you. It just felt good to be called something. 

‘’Please–’’ 

Jungkook obliges, creating motion in his hips, his cock now entering and leaving you. The room is too engulfed by darkness for you to admire the alluring view beneath you both. You’re already turning warm and hot, the covers still tucked to both your chins. Jungkook’s pants land hot against your lips, his movements quickening as you tug yourself closer. 

‘’I might not – shit – last long.’’ Jungkook admits, his pace never slowing down as you let yourself go, fully immersed by the wave of pleasure that’s slowly appearing. 

‘’It’s okay. You can come.’’ You meet his hips halfway, working up an orgasm for you both before you suffocate yourself from heat. Jungkook doesn’t stop holding you close to him, his sleeve colored arm under your t-shirt, holding his hand tight on your naked body. 

If only Jungkook could hear how exceptional his moans were when he’s buried inside of you. You’ll never grow tired of the on going curse words and strangled sounds he makes whenever you drive him on edge and fuck him instead. 

The sounds are muffled under the duvet of your skins slapping against one another. Jungkook’s cock starts to twitch, signaling he’s not going to last much longer but you continue regardless, lifting yourself in a quicker motion to feel every inch of him before dropping down again and meeting the base of his cock. 

‘’Fuck, don’t stop.’’ Jungkook’s grip tightens, letting you fuck yourself on him at a quick pace and with a quick motion, he pushes himself all the way in, poking at your g-spot as he finishes inside of you. You can only feel it twitch right after, humming in delight as Jungkook tries to catch his breath. 

‘’Wish I could stay buried in your pussy, forever.’’ You snort at his compliment, finding the word ‘forever’ super childish coming from a fuckboy. He’s oddly soft, maybe that’s just his demeanor in bed. 

Even though you haven’t finished yourself, you’re content. But Jungkook isn’t. 

He turns you both around, your body now hovering above him, wearing a worried expression. ‘’What are you doing?’’ He doesn’t answer you, giving you a hidden smirk before he swiftly pulls you by the thighs, your pussy mere inches from his face. 

‘’Don’t be shy baby, sit on my face.’’ You want to, but you also want him to beg for it. 

‘’Say pleas–’’ Jungkook lifts his head, tongue now running flat on your slit. It makes you loosen your legs, pulling yourself down to feel more of his mouth. It’s no lie that Jungkook knows how to eat pussy. His tongue and lips could go on for hours, sucking, biting, nibbling your clit along with your hole. 

You’re getting dizzy by the warm feeling of his tongue, circling on your clit for a good minute now. Your hips start to grind on his face, helping him get his mouth anywhere possible as your fingers go down to grip his loose strands of hair. The grip tightens and Jungkook moans against your heat, sending a shockwave of pleasure caused by the vibrations. You’re close. 

Jungkook loves having you like this. Using him to make yourself come all over him. He decides to bite your clit gently, knowing it’ll be the last push for your orgasm. He was right, you tense above him, finally releasing and covering half of his chin. You’re overly sensitive after coming back from your high, Jungkook panting beneath you to catch some air. 

‘’That was–’’ You start to laugh, releasing your grip on Jungkook’s hair as you lift your hips up, to roll over and catch your breath. Jungkook’s grip tightens once again, bringing your wet slit, once again in front of his mouth. 

‘’Who said I was done?’’ 

‘’Jungkook I don’t–’’ 

‘’One more. You can do it.’’ With a slow exhale from your part, Jungkook goes back kissing you all over, starting with your inner thighs and working towards your heat for one last time. 

 You feel lightheaded at this point, not having time to process your first orgasm. Jungkook is cautious, knowing you’re overly sensitive but he wants to make you cum again. If he could, he’d continue till you barely could stand. Not only because you look so pretty when you finish, but the fact that it’s his doing. He is the one turning you heated, dizzy, breathless… 

With a simple lick on your clit, you’re already drowning in pleasure once more and letting go. Your legs are somewhat shaky from your second orgasm and with a small kiss to your clit from Jungkook, he helps you lay back down on your back. 

‘’Give me a minute.’’ Your chest is rising at a rapid pace as you inhale and exhale. Body warm and heated, you find sudden peace and calm yourself as Jungkook watches you smile. 

It’s a win for him. 

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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

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***

Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His gold chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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Werewolf Au! Jungkook x Reader / Enemies to Lovers [Angst and mature content. Not smut but almost smut.]

Summary: Jungkook finally found her. His mate. His lifelong partner. But she's a human. Does he have to stay with her or can he stick it to whatever and whoever binds mates together and make his own decision?

Chapter 1

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It had been a few days since the encounter with god knows who in front of her car. It took a couple hours for her trembling to pass but the paranoia persisted. She would continuously check the blinds to see if he returned and would breathe a sigh of relief every time her driveway remained void of his presence. After more pacing around in her living room and spiralling thoughts, she knew she had to call Jennie. She was not the type of person to reach out, instead, wanting to figure things out on her own but it was only a few months ago that her entire world flipped upside down. That was a werewolf and she didn’t know if she was in danger. Fortunately her best friend was dating-or mates, whatever that meant-with a werewolf herself so hopefully Jennie had answers.



As she sat in the cafe waiting for Jennie, she found herself scanning every single person in the room just to see any peculiarities, glowing eyes to be specific. Her paranoia had her jumping in her seat when she saw people with coloured contacts. What else did she have to look for? Pointed ears? Wings? Did Leprechauns exist? Was she just going crazy?

The arrival of Jennie calmed her nerves and with a simple, “Tell me what happened.” from her friend, she found herself telling a story that would make anyone look at her like she was insane.

“What did he look like again?” Jennie asks.

“I-I can’t really remember. It was so dark and I was freaking out but I remember he had black hair, long hair.” she raked her brain trying to remember details about this guy.

“Did he have a scar on his face?” Jennie’s asked cutting her train of thought.

She stared at Jennie with her mouth slightly agape. How did she know?

“Yeah…on his cheek. How do you know?” she arched a brow at Jennie who was staring intensely at the latte in her hands.

Jennie never answered her question. She waved it aside saying that she was just thinking out loud and suggested that they walk around to get their minds off of what happened. Jennie tried to reassure her by pointing out that he hasn’t come back and that werewolves don’t set out to harm people. They’re just like regular people except for the fact that they weren’t.

Jennie’s suggestion to walk around and visit the shops in the neighbourhood did prove to get her mind off on why she wanted to see Jennie in the first place. The girls spent their day trying on clothes and buying little trinkets here and there. Throughout the day however, she couldn’t shake this feeling of being watched off her shoulders. She would ask Jennie if she felt the same way only for Jennie to tell her that she was being paranoid again and that everything was okay. As the sky grew darker, the feeling of danger continued to rise in her body. This time she knew that she wasn’t being paranoid because Jennie suddenly became quiet and rushed to leave whenever they would visit another shop.

“I think we should leave.” Jennie whispered.

There was a man that the both of them had taken notice of. He had been coming into all the shops they enter and leaving at the same time as the both of them, never trailing far behind.

“Let’s pop into the restaurant on the other side of the road, go to the washroom and see if we can leave from the back.” she whispers back to Jennie to which her friend nodded in agreement.

As suspected, the man followed them as they left and entered the restaurant with them. Thankfully, the restaurant was bustling with people waiting to get seated, servers rushing back and forth and people trying to leave.

“Now.” Jennie says, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the washrooms, ignoring all the protests from the employees.

Once the smell of food disappeared and the cold winter air greeted them, they ran to Jennie’s car, never once letting go of each other's hands.

“Jennie you gotta go. You gotta go now!” she cried as they both struggled to put on their seatbelts.

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“The West Clan want to celebrate our annual winter gathering at the end of the month.” Namjoon says.

The sun had finally set and the moon was bright in the sky. During winter, everyone seemed to be a bit more energized. Yoongi, one of the older members in the pack, had the most significant change during this season. He was more inclined to join in on group activities and would volunteer to complete tasks that were ‘boring’ like patrolling or warding off other entities nearby in the forest.

“Last time we hung out with the West Clan I almost died of boredom,” Taehyung sighs, dropping his head off the edge of the sofa to look at Namjoon, “Like I actually almost died. They’re the most boring group I’ve ever had to meet.”

“I thought they were cool.” Namjoon said bewildered. He really liked the West Clan. The leader was very philosophical and Namjoon would leave every gathering learning a little bit more about the world.

“Yeah because they talk like you,” Jimin chimes in, eyes not leaving the book he was reading, “Socrates this, to be or not to be that, is this cake or is that cake?”

To Jimin’s comment, Hoseok and Jungkook erupted with laughter. Namjoon could only roll his eyes and go back to looking at his email, deciding to bring this up again when they weren’t being assholes.

In nature, wolves live in groups. They did everything in groups and that reflected in their pack's living arrangements. The cabin that the seven of them built wasn’t very pretty considering that none of them have any experience in building homes but somehow they made it work. Each of them had a room inside the main cabin and separate homes behind the cabin for those with mates. This was an agreement made mutually and silently after being awake all night when Namjoon met his mate, coincidentally during his heat as well.

“Where’s Jin? I haven’t seen him all day.” Yoongi asks, emerging from his room.

“Probably doing it with Mina.” Taehyung snorts.

“They are actually grocery shopping now that Jennie’s a part of the family.” Namjoon sighs, closing his laptop.

“Oh yeah.” Taehyung simply says smiling ear to ear.

Hearing this made Jungkook tense up. The game he was playing with Hoseok on the tv no longer something he wanted to do. Ever since his encounter with her, he hadn’t gone back. The most annoying part was how badly he wanted to go see her again. It was like trying to hold two magnets apart and no matter how hard he tried, he simply could not ignore what his body was feeling. He almost started to hate her for having such an effect on him. It wasn’t love or longing like how it was supposed to feel, but more anger and resentment. He couldn’t even control what he could physically do. Jungkook’s eyes remained in their amber color since he smelled her and it was getting harder and harder to go out and about without people staring at him-after all, coloured contacts aren’t supposed to glow. After a day, his brothers stopped asking him about his eyes instead just choosing to ignore Jungkook’s sudden change until he was ready to talk about it.

“Dude you’re in eighth place.” Hoseok’s excited laughter pulling Jungkook back into reality.

Jungkook stared at his Toad character on the screen that hadn’t moved since Namjoon’s comment. He shook his head and resumed the game with a mutter of “watch how quickly I can beat your ass”. Until this whole thing blows up in Jungkook’s face, he’ll continue to ignore it. He’ll continue to ignore her until it’s life or death.

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The car ride between Jennie and her was silent. The both of them almost too scared to speak or they’ll manifest the man that had been following them.

As Jennie pulled into a neighborhood, she noticed that Jennie’s knuckles had turned white from how hard she had been gripping the steering wheel. With how their drive had been uninterrupted and how close they were to her house, she felt like she could slowly breathe again.

“That was crazy huh?” she cleared her throat trying to ease the tension.

“Yeah what the fuck was that all about?” Jennie laughed though her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Once again, they both fell silent. As they neared her house, she made out a figure standing in the middle of the road. An all too familiar figure.

“Jennie…” she called out, her voice barely a whisper, “He’s fucking here.”

Jennie slammed on the brakes and despite the man being a few meters in front of them, it was as if he could see them so clearly. The girls sat still trying to figure out what their next move was. When the man took a step forward with the side of his lips turned upwards, Jennie put her stick in reverse and turned the car around so fast she swore the whole neighborhood could hear the screech of her tires.

“Go! Go! Go!” she screamed, gripping onto the dashboard and looking at the rear window to see where he was.

Her eyes widened and her mouth hanging when she saw just how quick this guy could run. If his speed wasn’t the culprit of her shock, it was his glowing red eyes. She felt her breathing intensify at an uneven speed.

“Jennie I think that guy is either a fucking werewolf or on loads of bath salts right now.” she yelped when she felt Jennie take a sharp right turn.

“Or a vampire. That guy is going to fucking kill us if we don’t lose him.” Jennie felt tears prick in the corner of her eyes.

“A vampire?!” she gasped now facing Jennie who looked just as terrified as her, “You’re telling me vampires exist now?!”

“Hey! If werewolves are real, anything is fucking real okay!” Jennie screamed back.

The both of them let out another scream when they heard the noise of what sounded like nails scratching on the trunk.

“Oh my fucking god! He’s right fucking behind us!” her eyes now filled with tears.

They had to figure out another route of escape because going over 100 kilmeters per hour seemed like a jog to this guy.

“I’m going to pull the e-brake and whatever direction we face, just step on the gas!” she cried giving Jennie minimal time to brace herself. Taking a chance, she ripped the e-brake sending the girls drifting. It seemed to daze whatever was chasing them and in the small space of his confusion, Jennie went back to stepping on the gas in the opposite direction. There was only one location in mind where Jennie knew they would be safe, she only hoped that they would make it there in time.

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The night continued with more laughs and jokes targeted at Namjoon. Jungkook had managed to beat Hoseok in ten rounds of Mario Kart which Hoseok accused Jungkook of somehow cheating and throwing the controller to Jimin vowing to never play with Jungkook again. Instead of accusing Jungkook of cheating, Jimin resorted to calling Jungkook all sorts of colorful names ending with “fucker” when they switched from Mario Kart to Super Smash Bros.

“You’re such a bitch!” Jimin screamed when his character K.O’d again.

Jungkook wiped a tear from his eyes from laughing so hard. He threw the controller aside and got up to stretch.

“I’m done with gaming. You guys suck.” he teased, feeling satisfied with the dirty looks both Hoseok and Jimin shot him.

Following his comment, Jungkook got up and let out a big, exaggerated yawn to further rub salt in their wounds. As he was about to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, the hairs on his back stood up and he felt his stomach drop. Jungkook rapidly spun back around only to see his pack mates lounging and relaxing. His heart began to race and his canines were itching to unsheathe themselves. Something was very, very wrong. He walked towards the window and looked to see if there was anything outside only to be greeted by the moon and swaying trees.

“You feel it too?” Taehyung’s voice suddenly beside him.

Jungkook glanced briefly at Taehyung. His eyes were also glowing and his brows furrowed. Whatever it was, it seemed like only the two of them could feel it.

“Looking for your next victim to bully out there, Kook?” Jimin taunted.

When neither Taehyung or Jungkook answered, the entire room became quiet.

“Hey you guys okay?” Jimin asked, standing up to go over to them.

The rest of the pack followed behind Jimin, everyone tense and ready to pounce at any sound.

“There’s just something off.” Taehyung muttered, sounding like he was speaking to himself.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon nudged.

Jungkook replied with a grumble. He strained his eyes to make out anything out of the ordinary, becoming more and more frustrated as the minutes passed.

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“I thought you said werewolves don’t set out to harm humans!” she called, hoping Jennie could hear her over the roaring wind.

“Not if they’re rogue!” Jennie called back.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” she cried, feeling hot tears stream down her cheek.

In the time they spent escaping this monster, the both of them had escaped death numerous times. How they’re alive, she’ll never know. Jennie’s right side mirror had broken off and three out of the four windows were smashed from ramming into other cars or poles. None of them seemed to notice how many shards of glass were piercing through their clothes and embedding themselves into their skin. She vowed that if they were still alive after this, she would devote herself to whatever God out there wanted her.

“We’re almost there.” Jennie breathes out like a mantra.

Trying to see through her blurred vision from the unending tears forming in her eyes, she could make out a long dirt road with trees surrounding them. In the far distance, she saw one single light and smoke rising from the top. She didn’t care where Jennie was taking them, as long as they were safe. As if the creature could hear her thoughts, it swiped the back of Jennie’s car eliciting another ear splitting scream from the both of them.



“Did you hear that?” Yoongi said, his voice a hush.

The rest of them craned their necks to see where that scream came from. Every single pack member now on their toes.

“What the fuck…” Taehyung breathed as he inched away from the window making his way to the front door, everyone following behind.

The winter cold phased none of them who were all wearing either short sleeves or shorts. As the sound of a car engine grew closer, Jungkook could feel his heart hammer harder and harder. The veins on his arms protruding and his canines now completely in full view. Succumbing to their instincts, Jungkook and Taehyung stepped off their porch and slowly approached the sputtering light coming towards them.



Jennie’s head craned back and forth between the cabin and the creature chasing them. She needed to know how much longer she could keep her car going before either Taehyung came to their rescue or before they died at the hands of the monster behind them. She knew her car couldn’t take much longer and cursed loudly when she saw the hill they’d have to climb.

“Jennie! I just wanted to say I love you and I’m glad you’re my best friend!” she blurted out, gripping onto Jennie’s shoulder.

Now was the best time to say goodbye. There was no way they were making up that hill.

“Don’t say that! Don’t fucking say that! We're not going to die!” Jennie screamed, her face covered in tears and cuts from the broken glass.

A loud thump was heard on the trunk and Jennie’s car sputtered to a stop. She reached out to grab Jennie’s hand and they both squeezed onto each other like their lives depended on it, which it did.

Nothing was heard except for their trembling breaths and the horrible sound from the creature's body against the metal of Jennie’s car. There were so many noises coming from the hood of the car that it was hard to pinpoint exactly where this creature was. After minutes of screeching and scraping, everything fell silent. Her eyes darted side to side, hyper alert to any sudden movement. As more silence was all they could hear, they clung onto their last thread of hope that they had finally been left alone. As Jennie moved a shaking hand towards her keys to try and restart the car, a head popped down from the trunk and smiled sinisterly at them. This thing was no longer the man they saw walking amongst them earlier, but a creature with big red eyes, rows of razor sharp teeth and splotches of red and black covering its skin. In the blink of an eye, its arm broke through what was left of Jennie’s windshield and latched onto Jennie’s hand. Instinct took over and Jennie screamed the only name she knew in her darkest hours.

And just like that, Taehyung and the rest bolted down the hill. The blood in Taehyung’s body boiling when he saw a rogue werewolf attempting to pull the love of his life out of her wrecked car. All he saw was red and if reincarnation was real, he would look for this piece of shit and rip it limb to limb through all his lifetimes.

“Stop! Stop!” she felt her heart in her throat as she held onto Jennie attempting to pull her away from the creature.

She closed her eyes trying to block out the snarls and saliva flying from its mouth as it tried to wedge its body into the small opening of the cracked windshield. She hugged onto Jennie’s body and sunk into her seat trying to free her legs from the cramped leg space. The last thing she could do was go into an all out fight with this thing in order to save her best friend’s life. She managed to pull most of Jennie’s body onto her side and maneuver her body so that most of Jennie’s body was between her and the seat. In the midst of the monster trying to come through the windshield, it sliced open its arm, freeing Jennie in the process. What made her sick to her stomach was how it didn’t even care and continued its rampage to try to get to them. She made sure to hold onto Jennie tight and tuck her away as much as she could.

“Get! Away! You! Ugly! Bastard!” between each word, she kicked the creature in the face as hard as she could, the sick thing laughing each time her foot made contact with its face. One last kick was all she could muster and she was going to make sure she gave it all she could. If they were going to die, no one could say they didn’t go without a fight.

With a painful groan, she raised her foot and aimed right for the monster’s nose. To both her and Jennie’s surprise, the creature went flying onto the road. It wasn’t until she heard Jennie whisper Taehyung’s name when she saw his figure grab the monster from the road before savagely ripping it apart. This time it was Jennie trying to shield her friend from the gruesome view by covering her eyes. She flinched every time the creature howled in pain or when she heard the sound of its bones being crushed. Once all she could hear again was her breathing and Jennie’s racing heart, she slowly opened her eyes to see a bunch of men standing around what was now the creature's bloody carcass. As her breath began to steady, Taehyung snapped his neck over and she was met with the angriest glowing eyes she had ever seen. She winced and closed her eyes again.

“It’s okay, it’s just Taehyung. We’re okay now, it’s okay.” Jennie sobbed.

Both sides of the door flung open and she felt a pair of hands on her side pulling her out of the car making her latch onto Jennie once more in fear of being pulled apart.

“No! No! Stop!” she cried trying to fight against whoever was touching her.

“Hey, it's me. It’s Namjoon, it’s okay. Nothing is here to hurt you anymore.”

He slowly peeled her away from Jennie and brought her into his arms. The poor thing was trembling covered in glass and blood. She clung onto Namjoon’s t-shirt trying to scan her environment just in case they needed to run again. She looked over to see where Jennie was and finally felt a sense of security for the first time tonight when she saw Taehyung cradling her and soothing her. Jennie completely melted in his arms and allowed herself to sob in his chest because she knew she was safe.

“Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok! Go scan the area to make sure there are none of these things left!” Namjoon barked.

Jungkook was an unfamiliar name. She wondered if he was the one who couldn’t make it to Jennie’s birthday party. She tried to figure out which one Jungkook was but it was too dark and the adrenaline made it hard for her to focus. Obeying Namjoon’s command, two figures ran past them into the woods.

“Jungkook.” Namjoon said between gritted teeth, irritated that the youngest one wasn’t listening.

She looked around to see who Namjoon was speaking to when she saw him. She knew those eyes and she knew that scar. The moment they locked eyes, they both felt a familiar surge of electricity run through their bodies. With flash of his canines followed by a snarl, Jungkook disappeared into the forest with lightning speed.

Jungkook. That was the one she saw in her driveway that fateful night.

What about bf!Jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime 😭.

Bro I wrote this at three in the morning after a burst of inspiration. Don’t ask me why I picked Haikyuu for this because I don’t know either. 

— contents and warnings; established relationship, boyfriend!jk x reader, oral (f rec), fingering, jk is very intense when it comes to sports anime and your pleasure (the perfect man doesn’t exi-), jk is blonde in this just because I needed to indulge!!!! 

— words; 1k

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Jungkook had a few bad habits. 

The first one was that he would often forget small details about you — the flavor of ice cream that you simply could not stand, your favorite color, or even the schedule of your classes. But, paradoxically, he also would remember things you only mentioned in passing and keep them forever — like the fact that you played volleyball in high school, which was the perfect gateway drug to get you hooked on Haikyuu!! after months of begging you to watch some anime with him. 

The second bad habit was the fact that Jungkook would often get sidetracked after a few instants of initial thrill: he was the kind of person that liked the chase more than the actual prize. When it came to your anime marathon it wasn’t any different: after a few episodes, he realized he was losing interest, and his mind had started to gravitate toward other, more compelling goals. 

That was why he found himself in that position — with his tongue playing between your legs, when he should have been watching Oikawa’s first introduction to the anime. 

To be fair, it wasn’t all his fault. You were kind of teasing him for a few moments before, even making sure to have your shirt hike up your thighs every once in a while, making him question if you were wearing anything under that. Jungkook was only human and, after coming to the realization that your pink underwear was much more entertaining than an anime that he had already watched (twice), he swiftly changed his mind on how he wanted to spend that afternoon. 

Jungkook’s third bad habit was that he didn’t know how his actions would escalate. That was why he ended up being valedictorian at his high school graduation (after commenting to his teacher that he didn’t mind public speaking), and that was how he started eating you out after just wanting to steal a few kisses.

The problem was that those “few kisses” has been really good, and it wasn’t long until you were dripping wet for him, whining Jungkook’s name in a way that had him throbbing against his sweats. You had asked him to eat you out in that pretty, meekly voice that he loved so much, and he was unable to say no. 

Again: he was only human. 

Jungkook’s fourth bad habit was that he was really, really prideful when it came to your pleasure. He liked you loud, he liked you being desperate, and so he really pushed every boundary he could find to have you trembling under his touches. Which he often succeeded in. 

“J-Jungkook!” You cried out his name, your nails digging into his scalp. Jungkook only moaned against your pussy, licking a thick stripe from your quivering entrance to your clit, where he continued his devilish ministrations. He sucked on your sensitive spot so well that he got your back arching off the bed, thighs shaking on either side of his head. “There, there, please.” 

Jungkook raised his head so he could speak, your juices coating his lips and chin beautifully. “Relax, baby,” he teased, “I got you.” 

And then he was back to his original position. Jungkook absolutely adored looking up at you and finding your desperate gaze as his tongue played with your clit, a groan leaving his throat at the sight of the pretty blush painting your cheeks. He would die between your legs if he could, just lazily licking his way through your orgasm, squeezed by those glorious thighs of yours. 

As much as Jungkook had his bad habits, he had a few good ones too. And one of them is that he was devoted to the idea of making you feel good. 

Your boyfriend brought two of his fingers to your entrance, brushing the sensitive flesh around it until your hands were digging through the seas of his bleached blonde hair. “Jungkook, please,” you begged, knowing fully well that the sentence wasn’t going anywhere. 

Lucky for you, he wasn’t in a particularly teasing mood. 

His fingers slowly stretched you out and Jungkook’s cock throbbed inside his pants with the memory of your walls wrapped around it so perfectly. He loudly moaned against your clit, sending shockwaves through your body and making your hips roll against his face, digits sinking deeper inside you. Jungkook really loved having you like that: a gorgeous mess of whimpers and cries that unraveled with his faintest touches, trembling and begging to cum on his tongue. It made him feel like the luckiest man in the world. 

Your moans were getting louder, louder than the harsh dialogue that played on the screen of his laptop — the device forgotten somewhere amongst the sheets. Your stupid anime marathon was just a memory then, background noise to the beautiful sounds you were making for him as he sucked and toyed with your clit, digits pumping in and out of you in a frenzy. The pitch in your voice, the wetness between your folds that was dripping down his fingers: everything was driving Jungkook insane and, by the time that you reached your orgasm with a desperate call of his name and the fucked-out humping of your heat against his face, he was already floating amongst the clouds. 

And yet Jungkook was patient. He was patient as he licked you clean, movements much tender and precise as he drank every drop of your sweetness; was patient when you started to wince from sensitivity. 

“You taste so good, baby,” he mumbled, removing himself from between your thighs. Your boyfriend was overwhelmingly handsome as it was, but there was something about his messy blonde hair and the glistening of his lips that was a whole different level of sin to you. “Look.”

Jungkook took his fingers to your mouth, his cock twisting from the hungry way your lips wrapped around them, sucking on them slowly, your tongue playing with your taste before he pulled away with a pop. 

His patience could only go so far. You two would have to continue watching anime another day. 

superblood wolfmoon (prologue) | jjk

↣ pairing: alpha!jungkook x alpha!reader

↣ genre: angst, smut, werewolf!au

↣ rating: +18

↣ word count: 994

↣ chapter warnings: none

↣ playlist: bad moon rising - credence clearwater revival // eclipse - pink floyd // hysteria - muse // even flow - pearl jam

↣ summary: Strange images of bright red eyes haunt Jungkook's dreams, the restless feeling of something far greater looming on the horizon. He can't quite figure out what they mean, much less know who the eyes belong to, and why he feels like he's seen them before.

↣ notes: my first fantasy fic!! pls keep in mind that the inner workings of this world are based off of a/b/o and omegaverse tropes, but tweaked a bit to fit the premise of the story and the universe I've created. beta read by @thejooncrew. also this is my entry to this month's worldbuilding workshop by @btscreatorscorner

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Breathe in, breathe out.

Jungkook stomped his paws on the dirt as he ran. He could hear the crunch of dead leaves as he trod past, but now was no time to dwell on the little things -- he was being chased.

Chased by who?

He didn’t know. All he could feel was a lump in his throat, a burning sensation in his lungs. He’d been running for god knows how long, and no matter each turn he took, the view still was the same: the same dead trees over and over again, the same dry leaves on the ground, the same roots twisting under the tree trunks, like he was running on an infinite treadmill with no end in sight.

The sky was clear, and the sun setting on the horizon. The faster night fell, the colder it got. No matter how many autumns and winters passed, Jungkook could still not get used to the death of the forest, of the trees. He wanted his landscape to be evergreen, he wanted peace and quiet, he wanted the chirping of birds as he walked past, he wanted the shade the trees gave him.

But all that is must come to an end somehow.

Dread settled in his stomach, coursing through his veins. He ran faster. He was sure something was after him, but he wasn’t sure what. The stress of uncertainty scared him.

But I am an Alpha, he thought, Alphas can’t afford to be afraid.

He tried to shake the bad thoughts away. He was in danger, and he wouldn’t get out of this situation by whining about who he was. Winter is coming, and he needed to get out of this forest before night fell.

At some point, after much running, the leaves turned green, and the trees alive -- he reached a small clearing within the forest. The thick foliage separated this patch of land from the rest of the forest, with lush green grass, wildflowers, and a small pond right at the center. Moonlight graciously fell around the clearing uninterrupted, reflecting off of the clear pond and illuminating the space. He could make out a couple of fireflies swirling around as well.

Like the flip of a switch, Jungkook felt safe. As if all the weight he’d been carrying had been lifted off his shoulders. It might’ve been the peaceful aura coming from the clearing, but Jungkook wasn’t sure at all. What he knew was that, in here, he was safe from whatever was chasing him, and nothing could ever touch him.

He swallowed and felt his throat dry, so he walked closer to the pond. He could see the moon reflected clearly on the crystalline water -- providing him with a sense of calm and tranquility. And so, he drank from the pond.

Then, the snap of a twig alerted him. Something else is out there. And the feeling of dread returned tenfold. His instincts screamed at him to run, to get the hell out of there, but he soon found his paws to be rooted onto the ground, and he was rendered immobile.

Fear sent shivers down his spine. He was not alone, and whoever was out there was coming to get him. He somehow couldn’t see past the bushes and the trees that lined the limits of the clearing, as it was all dark and cold, but he could hear everything, from the crunch of dead leaves to the pace of another set of paws, to the snap of several twigs.

Another wolf had its sights on him. There was no wind, so he could make out its scent, they were too far away for him to know. Maybe it could’ve been a normal wolf, or a werewolf, one of his kind. But what was a lone werewolf doing in his territory?

The wolf circled the clearing while staying out of sight. He wasn’t sure the other wolf was aware he could sense their presence, but the rhythm of their steps told him that they were a predator, and he was their prey.

Jungkook felt fear like he’d never experienced. His heart throbbed wildly, and no matter how much he wanted to move, he was still rooted to the ground, unmoving, unwilling.

The sounds stopped, and everything turned to silence. There was no breeze, no sound other than the chirping of insects around him. Suspicious. His ears twitched, he tried detecting any other sound, any indication that the wolf was still out there, but nothing. Could they have disappeared? How was that even possible?

Could the wolf be waiting for him to think he was safe from the danger, just so they could attack when he least expected it? Or did the wolf just get bored from watching him drink from the pond and left? No, it had to be the first one. He’d usually stay still and wait for his prey to relax so he could go in for the kill.

What an irony for an alpha to become prey.

He tried to check his surroundings, but the fact that he couldn’t see what was beyond the borders of the clearing filled his chest with even more dread. What twisted game was this? Why couldn’t he smell the other wolf? Why couldn’t he see what lied beyond?

He heard the crunch of dead leaves again, this time coming from the front, and his head snapped towards the sound, but he still couldn’t move. He was too terrified to even consider running away and too stubborn to be a coward. What he saw next made his blood run cold.

A pair of bright, red eyes glowed menacingly in the dark, ominously analyzing his every move, never resting, never blinking.

His senses went into overdrive, and his instincts screamed at him to do something, but he just couldn’t budge, not when those dangerous eyes bore into his very soul, waiting until the perfect moment to attack.

daydreaming isn’t enough i need it to happen to me in real life