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{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing…must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her…and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} //{Part 27} {Part 28} {Part 29: NEXT WEEK}

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Taken For Granted (pt 1)

The boys speculate that you have a crush on namjoon but it seems like he couldn’t care less about you. What’s going to happen to y/n and the boys??

A/N: want a part two? Let me know!! 🤗

Bts reaction to you crying on stage

a/n: Your english is perfectly fine, there’s no need to apologize for it ^^



Seokjin:

He tried to seem strong and not affected by your performance in front of his members, but he knew that he would not last for long so he excused himself to go to his room.

Once he was there he allowed himself to shed a few tears and think about all of your time spent together, wondering he made the right choice when he listened to his manager and broke up with you.

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Yoongi:

He was skimming over the TV channels when he came across the one that was showing your live concert.  He stopped without even realising and imagined that you were once again in his living room doing silly songs to cheer him up.

Once he saw you start to tear up singing the melody you wrote for your one year anniversary he immediately turned of the TV and moved back to his desk, drowning himself in work so he couldn’t think about you.

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Hoseok:

Since the rest of the boys were close to you they wanted to watch your entire concert. They tried convincing Hoseok that he shouldn’t stay with them since they knew their friend was still not over you but he wouldn’t bulge of the couch.

Everything seemed to be fine until your last song when he started to cry his eyes out at the same time as you. His bandmates were there to offer him a shoulder to cry on.

”I miss her so much. I just want her back. i want to be able to hold her, and kiss her, and love her once again”

Originally posted by featureless-spy

Namjoon:

As if his heart ache was not enough, regret hit him once he saw you slowly breaking down on stage. He felt guilty for making you suffer and breaking your heart.

He wished he had the courage to call you and give it another try but his insecurities were stopping him. 

“If we couldn’t make it work then, how could we succeed now”, so he just kept filling his mind with ‘what if’s’. 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jimin:

Same as Seokjin,he would try to hide his pain. Even if he  was more successful that his eldest friend, the rest still noticed the way his gaze shifted to the wall behind the TV and his fists and jaw clenched when you started crying.

After punching the pillow multiple times in an attempt to get rid of his feelings once and for all, and failing miserably, he decided to send you a message.

”Can we meet up?”

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Taehyung:

They were the opening act before your concert, but even if the boys went back to the dorms he stayed back to watch you.

When he saw you started to tear up he knew he had to do something. He knew that, just like him, you haven’t moved on yet. With new found determination, he was now impatiently waiting for you to finish so he could talk to you. He was going to make it work now matter what.

Originally posted by toughchim

Jungkook:

The last thing he needed after thinking about you 24/7 since you broke up,  was seeing you on a huge screen crying.

He rushed to his room sliding to the floor the moment the door closed with a loud bang. He started crying after you, his first love, his first everything, all the emotions hitting him with more strength than before. He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting there until he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket and brought him back to reality.  He wanted to ignore it, but something inside of him made him check who was texting him. 

It was just a simple “I miss you” but his world started spinning again.  

Originally posted by parkjiminer


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Lucidity | M

“Do I really deserve to be alone even though I want to be by your side?”

Précis:In which you’re best friends and one night accidentally brings you closer together.

Note: I was beyond anxious when this disappeared multiple times, but now that it’s here, I can breathe. | ft. slight Park Jimin (’:

Genre & Warnings: Angst & a splash of fluff. Light smut and mentions of alcohol. | Words ➳ 10.8k


The music reverberated throughout the large home, blasting and threatening to pierce his skin and seep into his veins. People were dancing, yelling along with the music and having the time of their lives; wanting nothing more than to get wasted and to just forget. Others who had the mind to think, just stood back while drinking small sips from their cups—examining the humans who were begging to drown deeper into their drunkenness, to swim to the shore to survive the night or to just fall deep into the waters; giving up and letting their subconscious mind take over. The house was surely trembling from the commotion within, wanting nothing more than to relieve it from the atrocious tension, to feel blissful like it once had and not all clogged up from the poison that was slowly building up.

Amidst the many partygoers under the twinkling lights scattered on the ceiling and the loud obnoxious immature chatter amongst many groups, Jungkook stood in front of the home bar, pointing to a bottle while the man on the other side happily grabbed it and handed it to him. Jungkook took a plastic cup from a stack and bit the lid off the bottle, fizz quickly slipping out while he poured it’s contents into his cup. He had no idea what was slowly taking over his body. He had no idea how he got to the party, or even why he came; but what he did know was this.

He wanted to see you.

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tazumihanako  asked:

I was wondering about a continuation to Keith's Mom. Since they went to bed that night I was wondering what would happen the next morning. I really love what you did with the ask and I'm desperate to see more lol

hey dude! i’m so glad you asked because i’ve actually had this sitting in my drafts since the same day i posted part 2 but i wasn’t sure if anyone wanted it to continue or not lmao so here ya go! :)

(part one)    (part 2)

i have no idea how to portray the next bit in text form but just know that lance sprinted through the halls of the castle until he got to keith and then absolutely destroyed him with kisses. :)

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Broken Hearts | 01

pairings/characters: pjm x reader x jjk
words: 3.6k
genre: drama, angst, occasional smut
trigger warnings: mentions of alcohol, language
summary:

“best friends can break your heart too. Especially when they were never true to begin with.”

Originally posted by btsneeds



“Hey.” His voice was soft against the loud screams of the people around us. The entire airport was crowded, with people rushing to catch their flights.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, or at least try not to.

But when his arms wrap around your smaller frame, you couldn’t help but let the one drop of tear escape your eyes, slowly trickling down your skin. He brings you close enough for you to be able to pick up on every little whisper and every breath over the ear piercing roars coming from the crowded people running around with haste, to catch their flight; the both of you standing in the middle of chaos.

“Don’t worry… I promise- I’ll call whenever I am free. -Ok?“

After high school you had decided to stay in Seoul, studying to become a fashion designer at a prestigious university, while Jungkook was on his way to his first tour after his debut. Which is why you found yourself at the airport today, heart breaking to pieces as you see your best friend, childhood friend and only love leave for a whole year.

“Yeah yeah.” You answer him, sniffling to keep your tears at bay. Letting your body press closer to his, you mumble the rest into his shirt, trying your best to stay composed. “I know you will, I just… ”

Its as if the words get stuck in your throat, the syllables that you have been dying to confess to him since the start of high school. You. Loved. Him. More than a friend, more than any person in the world. You didn’t know what it was, but the only way to describe it was love. You longed to see him everyday, wanting his arms to hold you down as the both of you fell asleep on the couch. Maybe at the start you thought of it as an immature crush, but the way the thought of him clouded your mind every second of the day the past few months could only prove against it. But…

“Just?”

“Just.. I’ll miss you- a lot.”

There’s no way you could just flat out confess, the possibility of it ruining your friendship couldn’t have been worse. It’s never like how stories put it out to be. Your friend never just has crush on you. He went out with a million girls, dated a few, and had countless one night stands, if you could in anyway validate these as him masking his feelings for you then you’d only be living in a dream. He was shameless to put it, he always knew how you felt but he could never figure out how you felt about him; always coming up to you to simply comment about another girl. How did he have the time to do all of this, you had no idea but he did. He did and he hid it well, only to confide to you each time.

The only hope that you held on to, was how over-protective he was of you.

In the past 5 years, you’ve only dated two guys simply because Jungkook didn’t approve of them. He’d be the one to remind you that your skirt was too short, that drinking would only cause irresponsible decisions, that clubs were off limits (unless your boyfriend somehow convinced Jungkook), he’d be the one to warn you every time. Heck even your own dad wasn’t this concerned about you.

He’d fuck around wherever he wanted, but he always had his eyes out for you.


“I’ll miss you too, but it’s just a few months. A few months and-”

‘Flight EK 323: Calling for passengers one last time.’

“Did you really have to take the long way around?”

“We have a lot of stops you know?” He smiled against your cheeks, your fingers wiping the last remains of your tears when you felt his soft lips on you, “I’ll be back in no time trust me.” He pulls away from you with a wide smile, fingers grabbing onto his carry-on instead as he rushes to the gates, screaming a rushed goodbye.

He’ll be back soon, maybe then…

‘Dispatch: Idol Jeon Jungkook caught in a scandal’

What?

Maybe your eyes were just playing tricked s on you. Straightening your body against the cushioned headboard of your bed you grab your glasses just for good measure. Having just woken up as the first rays of the sun entered your bedroom, you got your phone from under your pillow to check on Instagram.

After being apart for a few months, his calls became infrequent as his texts did too. Everytime you’d call him it’d just be met with silence. But you just presumed that he was head deep busy with practice and producing. But this scandal was not what you expected.

He was always cautious, never getting caught by any news source whether it be his late night flings or the moments he spent with you. He was sneaky enough to get past them no matter how exhausted he was, but this time he got caught. That too with a rather sexy model if you had to say, her long legs shimmering under the street lamp as her dress that was so lewdly cut at the right places flaunted every curve of her body which just so happened to be glued to Jungkook’s.


Fixing the glasses atop your nose, you look through each article that had been published in the couple of hours that Dispatch had caught him, completely disregarding the ticking clock behind you since the moment you woke up; the sense of time hits you the second your friend Kyuhyung texts.

Kyuhung [11:38]: Are you going to be here for class today? Or are you too busy dreaming about lover boy?

You [11:39]: He just got into a scandal.

Kyuhung [11:39]: What the fuck?

Kyuhung [11:39]: Your best friend, Jeon Jungkook? The one person who seemingly cares the most about you. The one guy who has been avoiding cameras for years now?

You [11:40]: I guess…

You stared at the blank screen, taking in the words that he just typed. He was right, how could Jungkook have blocked you so suddenly? Kyuhung was a good friend of the both of you, having asked you out the last year of high school you rejected him solely on the request of Jungkook. But he stuck around as a friend, becoming closer to you as the both of you had the same major.

Kyuhung [11:43]: But you’re kidding me right? He’s supposed to be back in seoul by tomorrow.

You [11:43]: I wish I was kidding…

Kyuhung [11:46]: Try to take your mind off this, go out and have fun instead.
Kyuhung [11:46]: Don’t let his scandal affect you.


Maybe if only you could hear his voice. Maybe if you could hear his voice, weeping at the other end, that this was a mistake; that all of these flings of his were just mistakes and he truly only cared about you. If only you could hear him say that would your mind be at ease.Opening the door to your bedroom, your feet creak on the wooden floor. The breeze that enters from the open window past the peach blinds that shielded your room and the outside world tingles every inch of your exposed skin, reminding you that you were awake. Reminding you that Jungkook was stuck in a mess and all you could do was worry.

Why were you back here again? To mope around? To stress over something that wasn’t yours? But who could you blame? It’s not like you had taken up the opportunity and told him how you feel about him. You could’ve, but you decided to let it be. Maybe if you told him he’d stop doing all of this. Your fingers had made their way to toy around with the hem of your shirt, getting lost in your own thoughts as you try to think of exactly what he’s going through.

How all of this would affect his career, his life.

Your phone buzzed in beside you, a loud ring signifying someone’s call. You practically jump on the seat, trying to pick your phone up with your trembling hands as you swipe the screen to pick up the call. You grab the phone holding it up to your ear, in a desperate attempt to maybe hear his voice. For a second your heart stopped, as you held your breath hearing closely for even a single decibel of sound. But to no avail, it turned out to be a telemarketer.

Telemarketers.

Always calling at the worst time. With a loud thud you drop your phone, today’s definitely not a good day. You missed your early classes, and were simply put drowning in questions that had no answers to them.

Time seemed to blend in, the very concept only becoming a theory to you as you switched the TV on, letting its loud noises

Why were you so worried about him?

Easier said than done. Even if you knew that Jungkook messed around like this all the fucking time, you knew even better just how much this scandal would break him.

Even if he did mess around, he was weak deep inside and you knew it better than anyone. You remember those nights you spent cuddled up in blankets as he talked about how hard practice was. You remember those nights when he’d tell you that he was sane because you were with him, you were with him to thick and thin and you out of everyone knows how it gets. You see every time he’s nervous, softly playing with the tips of his hair or even simply biting on his lips. You remember those nights where you’d stay up late, just to help him finish that one English assignment that he was too lazy to do.

You remember it all because you’ve been with him since you could remember.

But of course the depth of your thoughts could never fight the time and soon enough you spent the entire day in absolute silence, just the annoying TV and your thoughts.

Hunger and anything that seemed normal for a human was unnecessary for you today, cause all you were doing is crying about something you had no control over.

Wait.

But why?

The sun was setting, a lovely burnt sienna spread across the sky.Your breaths has significantly deepened, as you felt every single bout of air that had entered your body, giving you a dose of relief. But it still wasn’t right. Memories of the both of you, sitting in this very spot. Countless polaroids from your late night adventures. Mugs of hot chocolate, cuddled up next to each other. Even stepping out couldn’t help you.

These thoughts brought back memories more painful, than letting him go. Your fingers instinctively reach to wipe away the drop of tear had streamed down your cheeks, The already reddened skin, now drenched with the salty trails of sorrow. Why must your heart suffer when he didn’t even feel a drop of guilt? Getting up from the spot, your tread your feet to your closet.

The shock that had eventually dispersed to sadness now burned with rage. You’re mind starting trying to sort through years of just listeinging to his whims and half assed excuses. Of course it was illogical, if he’s allowed to do what he wants, then so are you.

What’s the point of sitting here and mourning about someone or rather something that had nothing to do with your life? Fuck- did you just spend the last 20 or so years of your life crying over a person who makes his own mistakes, who plays by his own rules, who thinks he’s better than everyone. Just worrying about him and if he passed the SAT instead of going out with that one cute boy who asked you out. Or how you stayed up every night just listening to him talk about nonsense and comment about your appearance, your personality your everything when you could’ve been asleep and well rested.

Simply put it was a waste of time, but there’s no point in being his doll anymore. He made one bad decision, it’s time you make yours.

You lift yourself off the couch, the one place that had seemingly become an abode for your weeping body every time something didn’t go your way. Letting the tv let its noise serenade the house to avoid silence that’d probably would’ve eaten you alive. You make your way to the bedroom, walking past the strewn clothes all over its carpeted floor.

If anyone saw the state your room was in, no one would expect you to be one of the responsible students at uni. With your ivory bed sheets messed atop the bed in the center of the room and papers scattered around everywhere with what you’re assuming is rejected drafts of your designs.

Your closet, nonetheless was in the same condition. Jumbled up with a piece of bra lying on the floor and shirts just shoved inside. You so need to get your life together. Maybe this was a start, just a little rebellious.

You loved the attention that the other men gave you, the rows of guys who’d come up to you just to ask you out. Their hungry stares at your body as you willed to choose who would go home with that night. That very thought didn’t seem to sit with Jungkook for reasons quite inexplicable. You had voiced your opinions a million times, asking him to stop messing around especially after debut and for for the most part he would just nod and maybe forget. But if you ever asked him why he asked you to avoid clubs all he’d say was ‘you wouldn’t get it’

You looked through the various rows of dresses lined up on wooden hangers which surprisingly weren’t as disorganized as you would’ve thought they would be. But the most disappointing part was probably the dresses that were lined up, from pastels to cute skirts you had it all; but in this mess of what looked like a rainbow your eyes scanned for something a bit more ‘oomph’

Something that’d have more of an effect, something that’d leave them breathless something like- that. Your eyes don’t fool you when your fingers touch the lacy black dress that felt -oh so- soft under your touch. If this wouldn’t get the guys swooning, nothing could. It was cut in just the right places allowing the fabric to wrap over skin making each and every pronounce itself.

Making sure to look like perfect eye candy, making the boys imagine the deepest of their fantasies, you finished getting ready. Within an hour you were about to walk out your apartment, your heels clicked loudly against the marble flooring. As you closed the door behind you, fitting your phone and credit card info the lousy excuse of a purse.

You step out into the dimly lit hallway, opting to wait for the elevator than take the stairs considering how high your heels were today. But the elevator sure took its sweet time to reach up to your floor. Your reflection on the metal doors was good enough for you to check up on yourself one last time, fixing the nude lipstick you had chosen using the pad of your fingers just when the doors dinged open and the sight in front of you had your eyes devouring it in greed.

There stood in front of your eyes, a man with lustrous silver hair. Definitely a well built body, considering you could see his muscles bulge from underneath his tight black dress shirt, all of this paired perfectly with a smile that had your heart fluttering. To him you probably seemed weird, taking your time to admire his beautiful feature before stepping in.

“Going down?” You asked, almost in a whisper but the glowing “G” sign on the panel gave you your answer right away.

If only it had stopped there.

“Hopefully on you.” His voice was just loud enough for you to hear, and honestly you couldn’t stop the chuckle that left your lips. Was he actually serious?

“Aren’t those a little dirty to say to a random stranger?” You don’t bother turning around to face him, trying to hold in your laughter instead.

“Seeing as you’re dressed I wouldn’t act so innocent, I mean.. you had to hear it from someone at some point cause darling you look gorgeous.” That very sentence made you giggle, probably the first glimmer of a smile that’s been there in the last month or so.

Even before you could answer him back, you feel his arms lightly touch your waist, pushing his body on to you as he leaned down to your ears. “How about I take you out dancing tonight?” You bite down on your lip as you feel his body heat warming you through the thin fabric of your dress, if it was anyone else you would’ve probably hit them in their face and walked away, but this time you couldn’t help but play along. Your previous thoughts and worries diminished into nothing.

“Isn’t that a lot to ask mr. Innocent face?” You throw back at him, trying to test his patience with the both .The doors open, as you’re about to step out, when his hands pull you back inside by the wrist.

“Do you think I didn’t noticed how you stared at my muscles the second you got on?” His voice had dropped an octave lower, making you shudder with this unknown feeling. “Come on baby girl, it’s all on me.”

And with those words you found yourself in a car with a stranger who, even with his teasing tendencies didn’t seem all to bad. His name was Park Jimin, sounding very familiar to one who had heard before, but obviously your mind couldn’t possible make out who. Just thinking about how many ‘jimins’ walk around Seoul everyday has you distracted enough to pay attention to his little small talk but still detached from your thoughts of Jungkook.

You learnt a lot about him. He’s a singer, although you couldn’t pin down where you’ve heard his songs, but it definitely sounded familiar. He wasn’t self centered, if anything he made sure to constantly ask you about yourself. You found out that he was only a few years older than you, and had decided to take a break from his band for a few weeks.


You couldn’t help but wonder that maybe if Jungkook had gotten breaks like this, he would’ve been here with you. But as he mentioned countless times to you every time he texted. He was never free. He could never make time for you.


Only then did you realize your mind was drifting off again, you needed something to distract you from this, and only alcohol seemed to be the answer. Afree a few more jokes being passed around, the taxi parked outside the club, that had rows of people lining the street just to get in.

It’d be more than just difficult for you to get in, or so you thought. As you walk beside Jimin, trying your best from keeping from falling over the bouncer at the door just takes one look and swings opens the door for the both of you. It definitely delayed you by a few seconds which you could’ve saved dashing down the door, it still proved to be useful considering you didn’t have to wait in a line

Just as you stepped inside the black room streaked in different neon lights, you rushed towards the bar without giving a second glance towards Jimin. In record speed you had ordered three rounds of shots and were only getting riled up by the music as the base of the songs thumped louder around you.

By the time Jimin approached you, you were two shots in deep and your mind began to get fuzzy, never ring able to handle your alcohol well. Two shots were probably enough to get UOU mildly uncoordinated. “Couldn’t wait a few minutes darling?” He asks taking a seat beside you and signaling towards the bartender himself.

“I just needed a few drinks to get stuff off my mind”

“Rough week?”

“Somewhat”

“Understandable.” His replies were short, but the way he didn’t let his eyes leave you was sign enough that he was genuinely worried. Or maybe you were too drunk? “Why don’t we both get drunk and forget about all our worries for now?”

“I’m way ahead of you.”

“Another round?”

“Yes please”

How did you manage to spend a whole night with a stranger you met in an elevator? God knows! But hell did you enjoy yourself. You enjoyed listening to his wild stories, or even just how he almost burnt his house down. You enjoyed looking at the way his nose crinkled every time he smiled probably from one of your horrible puns. You enjoyed the feeling of his breath just tickling your skin as the both you let the music drown you in your own space, the mess of bodies melting to nothing around you.

You giggle into his chest from what you could’ve sworn is the worst joke of the century, the low rumble of his chuckles as he laughs along with you sending shivers down your spine. You look up to his face, tracing his plump lips with your eyes. You were about to lean in, maybe under the influence of alcohol or maybe to release some stress. But you couldn’t deny yourself of this beautiful hunk of a man. Your lips brushed against each other momentarily, breaths hitting each other’s faces, before a strong hand pulled him away from you. Your face shifted to that signifying great annoyance, looking up to find Jimin and a familiar face.

Your eyes squinted for a second, as you blinked a couple of times to get a better view.

“Jungkook?”

Accidents Happen

-Sirius and remus are hidden in the common room. The two have little space to move as they watch their latest prank causes havoc amongst the other students, James included-

Remus: Merlin, he’s going to kill us

Sirius: *realises how close Remus is*

((OOC: Sirius played by the ridiculously attractive @asktheblacksheep like seriously theres no need to be this attractive, stop it)) 

Screwed Up

Originally posted by shawnsimagination

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Can you do one where y/n and Shawn start fighting and he says that his career, music and fans mean everything to him. So y/n just asks “so what do I mean to you? Where do I fit in?” Just something along this line? Ur awesome!!!

Note: I hope this is what you asked for nonnie!! I hope you all like it too!!


“You said you weren’t gonna go! And not only are you going behind my back you’re going with Lauren too?!” You screamed at the boy in front of you

“Y/N, I know I promised I’d put you first and I am! I just need to go to this-”

“With Lauren?!” You yelled frustrated, he opened his mouth only to close it again, he had nothing to say, no excuse.

“Y/N, I won’t forget you while I’m there, I-“

“You could just NOT go Shawn!”

“This is my career and fans Y/N! You know how much they mean to me!”

“So where does that put me? Where do I fit in? What do I mean to you, Shawn?!” He was about to answer when you raised a finger stopping him from saying anything else

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Little By Little | Pt. 6 [Sequel]

▷ Jungkook Angst

 “Sometimes friendship takes over the place of love and then love has no place left..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 [Sequel]

Throwing a sweater over your pajama, you walked down the stairs and opened the heavy door of your apartment entrance, the freezing cold weather making you shiver immediately.

Walking up to Jungkook, you crossed your arms while you stood in front of him. “You’re really crazy! What are you doing here at this-”

Before you could end your sentence, Jungkook started dragging you towards his parked car, the look on his face telling you that he was really angry. “Jungkook, what are you doing?! Can you please stop dragging me to places! I’m not your toy or something! Are you even listening to me?! Yah, I’m taking to you-”

Ignoring your protests, he opened the door to his car, shoved you in and buckled your seatbelt. Right before he closed your door, he leaned his face to yours and looked into your eyes. 

“I will prove to you how I feel about you, Y/N.”


The car ride was silent. Every now and then, you glanced at Jungkook from the corner of your eyes, his strong grip on the steering wheel and his clenched jaw telling you that he was still angry because of you.

Were you really overthinking everything? He told you multiple times that he likes you. Then why was it so hard for you to believe him? Was it because of the necklace? He told you that it didn’t mean anything for him, the reason why he was carrying it with himself being that he wanted to give it back to his ex girlfriend because he didn’t want it anymore. You assumed that she still had his necklace too. Then why were you making everything hard for the both of you?

You snapped out of your thoughts when Jungkook opened your door. Looking around, you tried to understand where he brought you in the middle of the night. The moment your eyes landed on her house, the anger started to engulf your whole body.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you stepped out of the car and started pushing Jungkook away in between your shouts. “Are you kidding me?! How can you bring me to your ex girlfriend’s house?!”

“Just wait, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to see her, Jungkook! I’m going!”

Just before your could turn around and walk away, Jungkook grabbed your arm and hissed. “I said wait.”

“Why should I wait?! Jungkook I really don’t-”

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?”

When you heard her voice, your body stiffened. Taking a deep breath, you hissed to Jungkook. “I don’t care what you’re problem with her is and I don’t want to witness it either. Let go of my arm or I’m-”

Not listening to your words, Jungkook intertwined his hand with yours and tucked you near his body. “Eunji, we came here to tell you something.”

Trying to get your hand out of his grip, you scoffed. “No, we didn’t!”

Tugging your hand angrily for the last time, Jungkook connected his eyes with yours and said surely. “Y/N is my girlfriend.”

Suddenly, you heard Eunji giggling. “Jungkook, I know that she’s pretending to be your girlfriend so that you can make me jealous. But there is no need for that. I’m more than willing to accept you back as my boyfrien-”

“I’m in love with her, Eunji.”

You watched how Eunji’s smile slowly vanished from her face. “I want my necklace back, Jungkook.”

“I don’t have it anymore, Eunji. I told you, you don’t mean anything to me anymore.”

Not saying anything, Eunji turned away and walked back into her house. You, on the other hand, were watching how the whole situation was happening in front of your eyes.

The second she slammed the door, Jungkook turned his body to you and asked. “Do you believe me now?”

Removing your hand from his grip harshly, you answered his question without looking him in the eyes. “No, I don’t. There was no need to bring me here in the middle of the night just to pretend in front of your girlfriend.”

“What? Do your really think I’m pretending, Y/N?”

Turning around, you started walking towards the bus stop. “Y/N, did you even hear what I said?!”

Without stopping, you continued to walk and answered his question angrily. “I heard everything! You told her that we came here because we had something to tell her. You told her that I’m your girlfriend and that you’re in love with me.

The minute you realized what came out of your mouth, you halted immediately and realized one thing. He said that he’s in love with you.

You felt how Jungkook placed his hands on your arms, the smirk on his face showing that he was proud of himself. “So, what did I say, Y/N?”

Eyes wide open, you looked at his face. “Y-You said that you’re in love with me f-for the first time.”

A soft smile replaced the smirk on Jungkook’s lips and he leaned forward to place a little kiss on your forehead.

Still shocked about the whole situation, you asked again. “D-Do you mean it, Jungkook?”

Wrapping his hands around your body, he pressed his body against yours and leaned down, your faces inches apart form each other. Placing a little kiss on the corner of your lips, he whispered with his lien voice. “I do.”

Without waiting any second longer, he connected his soft lips with yours, kissing you deeply as if you’d vanish away from his arms the minute he leaned back.

Being the first one to lean back from the kiss, you leaned your forehead against his chest and smiled softly.

Jungkook, on the other hand, wrapped his arms even more tightly around your body and whispered in your ear. “I love you, Y/N-ah..”

Smiling again, you whispered back. 

“I love you too, Jungkook..”


Author’s Note: Aaand, the long awaited sequel is here! Let me know what you think about it guys! I hope this sequel made everything clear for all those who were confused. And again, thank you for all the love you all have shown for this series! I really appreciate it! 

Noona || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 2)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Word Count: 2.0k

Genre: Fluff/Angst


You had been running around for hours and hours, looking for the boy who you had called. Jungkook had worried you, and you weren’t sure where he had gone. He hadn’t given you any clues, or any kind of sign that he wanted to even be near you right now.

The only thing you knew was that you needed to find him as soon as possible.

It was clear that whatever had upset him had been because of you. It was because of you that he had run away, and now it was your responsibility to fix it. The rain hadn’t let up at all during this time, making sure that you were completely soaked from head to toe and you were confident that you were going to be sick after this.

As the day had begun, you had thrown on jeans and a crop top, thinking that you would only be out shopping for a couple of hours. You hadn’t expected to run around in the rain, looking for a boy you couldn’t bare to lose. The idea of you being the reason he was upset hurt more than anything.

The only thing you ever wanted when you were with Jungkook, was to see him smile. You loved the moments when he was with you, and the moments that he would follow you around. Jungkook was adorable to you, and there was no way to deny the fact that you had fallen completely head over heels for him. That was why you had to fix this now.

It was your phone ringing that snapped you out of your thoughts about Jungkook and brought you back to the real world. As you came back to your senses, you looked at the buildings around you and realized you had no idea where you were. You pulled your phone out and saw Namjoon’s name flash before your eyes.

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There wasn’t meant to be any Glara or even a fight. Just a calm peaceful mission.
Shiro and Lance had been dropped off on what was meant to be an uninhabited planet to collect some rare flowers that are meant to have great healing properties.
However after about an hour looking for the flower the two stumbled upon a Glara ship that just landed. They had already destroyed half the beautiful natural landscape with harvesting the flowers on mass.
Shiro wanted to sneak aboard and shut them down from the inside.
Lance tried to argue that they should wait for the others, but his leader shot him down and the two boarded.
However once inside they realised it was a trap.
The door slammed shut behind them, locking them inside.
“Great this is just great.” Lance ranted pacing back and forth. “The ships gonna take off and is with it straight to Zarkon!”
Shiro wasn’t listening. He was too busy trying to open the door with his Glara arm.
“Shiro?” Lance asked as purple sparks flew off the door, Shiro hitting it more and more desperately when the door didn’t budge.
When he began to hit the reinforced metal with his flesh hand hard enough to drawn man Lance stepped in.
“Hey Shiro stop its no good!” Lance yelled wrapping his arms around the larger man.
“I can’t go back Lance! I just….I can’t” Shiro whispered slumping in Lance’s arms.
“You won’t, I promise I’ll get you out of here.” Lance let go of him and went over to the key pad. “First things first let’s get out of this room then run like hell.” He was quiet for a moment fiddling with the wires “I’ve seen Pidge do this so many times… just a little more…and… got it!” The door slid open and Lance looked over his shoulder with a smile that just radiated pride.
Shiro stared at him in shock “how…”
Lance shrugged “well I was top of my class.”
Shiro smiled putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder “well you did good buddy.”
Lance grinned up at him.
Suddenly a Glara soldier rounded the corner and shot at them.
“Look out!” Lance yelled pushing him out of the way and getting hit square in the chest.
“Lance!” Shiro saw red as he charged at he Glara. That was the last thing he remembered.
When he came to, he was surrounded by dead Glara and covered in their dark purple blood.
He stared down at his hands in shock breathing heavily, when he stopped Lance passed out on the floor a little away.
“Lance!” Shiro yelled running over to the fallen paladin and scooping him up in his arms.
He was far too pale and there was too much blood pooling beneath him.
Lance was silent only making a small noise of pain as Shiro applied pressure on the large gaping wound.
“Hello Allura! Lance is down! He needs help now!”
“We’re on our way!” The others called.
“Hang on buddy your gonna be fine.”
Lance slowly opened his eyes “d-don’t worry… S-Shiro you’ll g-et out… like I ….promised…”
His eyes slid closed and he gave a small smile.
“Lance…LANCE!”
By time the others arrived it was too late.

Dean Prompt Request

This was requested by Anon: #1 “Can you please come and get me?” w Dean? 🖤

Word Count: 342

Warnings: slight angst/fluff

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You exited the bar, fumbling to get your phone out of your pocket.  You glanced back at the bar door behind you, making sure you weren’t being followed.  You walked a safe distance from the bar, dialing Dean’s number.  You hoped he would answer at a time like this.

“[Y/N] what’s up,” Dean spoke into the phone.  His voice seemed urgent, but concerned at the same time.  “Is something wrong?”

“Can you please come get me,” you asked in a shaky voice.  “I know I said I didn’t-.”

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart,” Dean calmly cut you off.  “I know you didn’t mean it.  Just hang in there.  I’m on my way.”  Dean hung up the phone, climbing into the Impala.  He hoped you were safe.  He looked down at his phone, reading the address on the screen.  He roared Baby’s engine to life, speeding off.

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