and his rolex

the millionaire and his lover | jjk

summary: over the course of your lifelong friendship with jungkook, you can’t say that you’ve ever had the greatest ideas, and a fake relationship with the boy you’ve been in love with for years is no exception. 

{self-gratuitous ceo au, friends-to-lovers, and fake relationship trope rolled into one big shitstorm of a jungkook fic}

pairing: jungkook x female reader
word count: 18k
genre: fluff, angst, and light smut
warnings: alcohol mentions, smut
a/n: hello all! i wanted to kickoff my writing on this blog with a bang, so here’s a longish fic on my wildest dreams. 

When you first tell people that you happen to know CEO and multimillionaire Jeon Jungkook, they tell you one of three things:

1: You’re so lucky! Could you introduce me?

2: You must have saved an entire country in your past life.

3: Is he as much of an asshole as the news outlets make him out to be?

What you don’t say, though, is this: You and Jungkook have had history for as long as you could remember. As not only neighbors, but also childhood friends, you happen to know quite a lot about the man who made a name of himself before he even graduated from university. You would also very much like to keep quiet the fact that you’ve harbored a crush on the boy for quite some time now, obvious to everyone whose name isn’t Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook is, in one word, brilliant. He is brilliantly intelligent, brilliantly talented, brilliantly beautiful. He is suave and smooth and gets what he wants and if he didn’t possess such a disdain for the tabloids that do nothing but stretch the truth, he would have them wrapped around his finger. Sure, he’s no actor or singer, but he is a celebrity, and a skilled one at that. The media know no boundaries when it comes to a man like Jungkook, painting him as stunning yet rude, rich yet selfish, smart but cold. You know they blow his brief affairs out of proportion, and you know they will never know the boy who fell off of his bicycle in the second grade.

Jungkook is not powerful enough to replace the stars in your sky, but he is powerful enough to rearrange them right in front of your eyes, creating endless constellations that all remind you of him. He is the boy you have cherished since your elementary school days, when he would accidentally drool on your shoulder and throw sand into your mouth, and you are the girl who, despite all class differences, has stuck by him through thick and thin. It is not enough, but perhaps to him, it is.

“Do you ever try to mooch off of his wealth?” People ask you. “I would.”

And sure, every now and then you will ask him for money and he will give it to you, but your intentions are pure and you do not, will not, ever take his generosity for granted. Not when he has so much and you so little. You know what life is like when the world keeps trying to trip you, and a bit of smooth ground is not enough to keep you from forgetting the struggle.

That is, until you get laid off your job due to an influx of new workers, and your next student debt payment is due in roughly, a week.


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{PART 25} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook dreams of having the future with you that he always envied human’s of having. But as soon as he arrives home, his entire world - and everything in it gets turned upside down. He must make a choice in the face of evil; while evil holds you in its grasp.

“And he found strength in the only thing that he was powerless to; it had always, from the very beginning; been her.”

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

{Part 1} //{Part 24} {Part 25} {Part 26}

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jazz festival ❖ sehun

It’s so nice talking with babies, isn’t it?❞ 

anon requested: Lately I’ve been really craving some more stories about Sehun, and would love if one of you would write something about him! I was thinking about a sugardaddy!Sehun story where he helps pay for the girl’s college in exchange for her to accompany him to company events. Maybe he could be a rich entrepreneur like 8-10 years older than the girl? In the end it would be cute if he had fallen in love with the girl and asks her to be his girlfriend. If the idea doesn’t intrigue you though then don’t feel pressured! I would love if one of you wrote it because your writing is amazing, but if you’re not feeling too sure about the idea don’t sweat it! If you do decide to write it though, I will look forward to it! Thank you :)) 💓 

mini-serie, sugar daddy!sehun, ceo!sehun, fluff, age gap, smut (in later parts) | velvet

✎ What fucked you up the most were his eyes, they never told you what was happening in his mind and how much he was hurting. His mask was going not only to hurt himself, but both of you and what was silently rising between you.

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Hiraeth - Four

Originally posted by hoshiimochi

☽Pairing☾ ; BTS | Reader

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff

☽Word Count☾ ; 1.6k

☽Summary☾ Returning back to Korea after years of being under the ground, to see your parents. You wished it was all it took, to feel complete again. The aftermath of confusion, betrayal and sorrow was the reason to never come back into the boys presents. But it wasn’t until, seeing one them enter the same cafe, at the right time.

☽Notes☾ ;  Part Three | Part Five 

“When was the last time we spoke about this?” Jin murmured with his drowsy coloured voice, as the drink became heavier in the bottom of his stomach. The tingling feeling evaporating through his whole body, and the sound of each member’s breath clogging the practice room.  

“The last time Yoongi lost his head” Namjoon spat from afar, receiving the approximately glare from the light blonde guy. His glasses tipped and gently fogged by the warmth of the surroundings, with empty bottles neatly positioned in the centre.  

“Why is it always the ones who have had a crush on Y/N that lashes out the most?” Hoseok questioned, as the only one who didn’t give into the alcohol and stayed with his carbonated drink. He was never great at drinking, but truly knew how to have a good time regardless. Jimin and Yoongi spared a glance to each other, before giving the typical “You’re right, but whatever” huff.  

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Elevator Games

Pairings: Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff CEO!AU

Word Count: 2K +

A/N i really hope you enjoy this! it didn’t necessicarily turn out how i wanted it too, but i still hope you like it :)

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Late. again. 

this was the seventh time you were rushing towards your work building.

You had just started your new job and you were stuffing up already.

 Today you and the other new workers were meant to be introduced to the CEO of the building; if you were late to that, you were screwed. 

Why were you always late? Simple. You simply couldn’t wake the fuck up.

This had been a problem for you for ages, but never to this extent.

You quickly checked your watch as you repeatedly pushed the up button for the elevator.

As you rushed into the elevator you tried to fix your hair that had been blown harshly by the wind, however, it was in vain as your curls had been wrecked and your hair was a complete mess.

The doors to the elevator were closing painfully slow, but just before they closed a large hand found its way between the two of them.

You tried to keep a sigh from exhaling out your body as the doors started to open again. You were for sure, getting fired.

“sorry” a husky voice spoke as he entered the elevator. He was tall and his shoulders were broad yet his body was slender; you took a deep breath as you examined his god-like smile.

You nodded your head before the elevator doors finally closed again. You prayed to Jesus that no one on the way up would press the button, further digging you into your grave.

Just as you finished your prayer you felt the elevator come to an abrupt halt; you and the man both grabbed onto the railings on the side of the elevator to try and regain your balance.

“What happened?” you asked quietly as a few seconds had passed but nothing had happened.

Both you and the male moved closer to the elevator doors, you looked at the button panel and the lights seemed to of gone out. Crap. The elevator was broken.

“Hello?” the man spoke into the emergency phone. His voice was calm and collected where as yours would have been frustrated and scared.

“oh…ok, thank you” he said before hanging up the phone. You eyed him as he turned towards you, he didn’t need to speak because his captivating eyes said it all. You were fucking stuck.

“well shit” you sighed as you rested your back against the side of the elevator; you slide down until your ass hit the floor with a small ‘ough’ sound.

As the male sat opposite you, you watched him eyes you up and down, instantly making you feel self -cousicous.

“I’m chanyeol” he smiled when he noticed he had been caught.

“Y/N” you sighed as you played with your bracelet depressingly. Of course, today of all days is the day you get trapped in the elevator with a devilishly handsome stranger.

“you look a little tense?” he asked as concern graced his face, he tilted his head to the side leaving you with a clear view of his perfect jawline.

“I was supposed to be in this really important meeting with the CEO of this company, but im probably getting fired so” you trailed off as a humorless laugh followed your comment.

“I heard the CEO was rather nice, stern, but nice never the less” he shrugged as his eyes trailed towards the floor.

You sighed again before adjusting your white blouse that was tucked into their skirt. You watched as his eyes zoomed in, focusing on every little movement of yours.

You smirked before narrowing your eyes at the main playfully.

“you can’t blame me, you are extremely hot” he said as he ran his hand through his shiny ass hair as your smirk extended.

“Well, I guess were going to be here for a while” you said as he moved over so he could sit directly in front of you.

You bit your lip as you looked him up and down. His suit looked extremely expensive and the Rolex on his wrist gave it away that he was an extremely important person.

“so, what are you doing here?” you asked him as he drew small circles on the bottom of your leg, just below your knee.

“Just some business deals, not really that interesting” he shrugged as his eyes never left your leg. He bit his lip before his eyes drifted up to meet yours.

“do’ya wanna play a game?” he asked seductively as his hand slowly traveled up your skirt. Pushing it up your leg.

“what kind of game” you whispered as the feeling of his cool hand gliding up you already heated body sent shivers down your spine.

“You seem pretty innocent, so I guess we should start with something simple” he said sending a cocky grin your way. You lightly gasped at his statement.

“me? Innocent? Sure” you said before winking back at him.

“you aren’t? then prove it. How about you wrap those pretty little lips around my cock?” he asked as he leaned back, resting on his hands.

“I see you don’t beat around the bush” you scoffed before pulling your lip in-between your teeth.

He softly groaned before chucking his head backward in need “please baby girl, all you’ve done is sit there and look at what you’re doing to me” he groaned; You gaze followed his hand as he palmed himself through his pants.

“okay here’s my game proposal” he said as a mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes. “blow me and if I cum in under 5 minutes, when we get out of here ill eat you out each night for a week” he said running his tongue across his bottom lip as he stared at you as if you were his prey.

At the statement, you felt a small pool of arousal rise inside of you. The time stamp he gave you was almost a challenge, if only he knew you could have him shivering in 3.

You let out a hum of interest before staring him down; his stares were crazy intense, you could feel the dominant power radiating off him.

You crawled forward pushing his chest down as he undid his pants hastily. Time starts now.

You started trailing kisses along his neck as your hand gently grazed over his shaft causing him to let out a breathy moan. As you sucked harshly on his neck you gripped him in your hands not easing into it; your hands quickly went to work, one fondling his balls while the other moved up and down, his shaft rock hard in your hand.

Chanyeol suddenly let out a string of whiny moans as you slowed your pace down before speeding up again, only to slow down once more.

‘what’s wrong baby?” you asked sweetly, our voice dripping with innocence as you lowered yourself, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrow. A soft groan emitted from his throat as you placed your lips around his tip, letting your hot breath fan over it.

With a sudden change of mind, you quickly slid down his length until you hit his base. Chanyeol screamed out as his hand came up to grab your hair harshly.

As he lifted his hips repeatedly, you let him face fuck you, his shaft hitting the back on your throat with each thrust.

While he did so you massaged his balls with your now free hands, sending him into complete bliss.

His groans and shouts of your name had you dripping for his touch, but right now you were focused on him.

“Y/N…I-i-“ he stuttered not even able to finish his sentence when you suddenly sucked harder, his head flew back before he moved your head.

As he filled your mouth with his fluid you swallowed eagerly, taking in his taste.

You hummed in delight as you pulled away from the huffing boy. Sweat glistened off his face as you sat up and looked at you.

“congratulations, 2m34s” he said as you nodded your head knowingly, he looked at you in awe before shaking his head.

“it’s probably because I could see straight down your shirt as you choked on my dick” he spoke boldly causing you to roll your eyes.

“chocked?” you asked as your raise your eyebrow.

He chuckled before running a hand through his perfect hair.

“take that top off, it’s pissing me off” he growled lowly as his tongue ran across his lip.

“you didn’t ask very nicely” you said playfully sending a wink his way.

He leaned forward with a dark look in his eye. “I wasn’t asking” with that sentence he skillfully ripped open your blouse ripping off two of the top buttons.

You gasped before untucking it from you skirt and letting him undo the rest of it. As he placed you down and hovered over you, your breath got caught in your throat.

You watched carefully as his head lowered down to your neck, his full lips explored your neck leaving love bites.

You moaned softly as you entangled your hand in his hair trying to bring him closer to you.

“will you let me fuck you” he whispered in your ear as he unzipped your pencil skirt and running his cold hands on your warm exposed skin.

Your poor underwear was soaked and your heart was beating so hard against your chest you could only bring yourself to nod.

“please, oh god please fuck me” you whined. That’s all he needed to hear. He quickly pulled your skirt off as he trailed kisses down you chest and down your stomach. He was clearly in a rush and to be honest, so were you.

As he pulled off you underwear a smug smirk came onto his face.

“you got this wet from sucking me off?” he asked as he lined himself up. You took a shaky breath in as you felt his tip in your entrance.

“shut up an-Oh!” you started saying before he slammed himself inside you. You moaned in satisfaction as you felt him stretch out your walls.

He started off slowly, pumping in and out of you with a stable pace. He swallowed your moans with his mouth as you both fought for dominance.

You moaned his name as he sped up, his eyes sharp and focused and his lips slighted parted letting out frequent groans.

“you’re so tight” he stated before grabbing your leg and throwing it over his shoulder.

At the sudden change of position, you moaned loudly as he hit spots he wasn’t hitting before; your hands flew to his shoulders as he pumped harder, almost growling with aggression.

“chanyeol! Fuck!” you screamed out as he hit your G-spot.

“There! Right there! Keep going” you pleaded as your started breathing harder; he chanted your name as you drilled into you.

You were both coming close to your finish, you let out one last moan before releasing all over him. As your walls clenched tightly he let out a gasp before joining you and riding out your orgasms.

“fuck” he chuckled before pulling out of you “I was meant to pull out” he confessed causing you to laugh while you pulled your underwear up.

“it’s okay, I’m on the pill” you stated as the both of you started fixing yourself up.

“do you want to go get something to eat after this?” he asked sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck. A complete 180 from the way he previously reacted.

You wanted to answer ‘yes’ but you suddenly remembered what you missed.

“err, I should probably go explain to my boss why I wasn’t there” you sighed “I really want to though” you added just in case he thought you weren’t interested.

“oh! Don’t worry about that. His boss is fine with it, so he has to be fine with it too” He smiled as he pressed the help button for the second time.

“his boss?” you asked confused; he just smiled at you until you finally pieced everything together.

“I just fucked my boss” you whispered more to yourself but he still heard. He laughed before nodding his head happily.

“so, what do you feel like?” he asked when we felt the elevator start to move again “Chinese? Mexican?”.

“Mexican sounds good” you said as you realised how hungry you actually were.

“okay, but I won’t eat that much, my dinner tonight deserves all my attention” he said winking out you.

As the two of you walked out of the building you couldn’t help but wonder where your relationship was going and to think, but if this was going to be a normal thing, you sure as hell didn’t mind.

I’m still not over the wings tour in seoul concert…like I wasn’t even there in person but I’m still shaking

highlights of wings concert
1. hoseoks entire mama performance
1.5. when all the bright colors and music shut off in the mama performance and hoseok did that intense emotional part dedicated to his mom in complete darkness and silence before the beat dropped and the colors came backand the CHURCH CHOIR anyways
2. cypher pt 4 ???? with the gaudy jewelry and tinted glasses and velvet robes like????? jst the most cocky rich look ever and i lived for it
2.5. yoongi staring at his big ass golden rolex watch timing his verse
3. the entire spring day choreography with them leaning on each other and running together and helping each other and inventing friendship

rich kid | pjm

summary: park jimin is a rich kid.

{rich kid au}

pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 5k
genre: fluff
a/n: this was supposed to be a warm up!! i don’t know what happened!!

You’d be a goddamn liar if you said you didn’t know Park Jimin. Everybody knows Park Jimin, and if they don’t, everybody knows of Park Jimin.

Park Jimin walks around campus like he owns the entire university, hands casually thrown into the pockets of his expensive black pants, sunglasses balancing on top of his intentionally disheveled black hair, silver earrings and studs and rods decorating his earlobes, leather jacket not worn, but strewn over his shoulders, complementing that delicate silver chain around his neck perfectly. Or perhaps, he isn’t wearing a fully black ensemble that likely costs more than your tuition. Maybe he’s a bit more laid back, with an outrageously vibrant sweater, the Gucci logo stamped all over it, blue jeans, ripped at the knee like he had worn right through them. He’s got circular frames surrounding his eyes even though he doesn’t need glasses, a beanie or beret sitting happily on his head if he didn’t have time to put his usual amount of product in his hair, Rolex watch peeking out from the oversized sleeves of his sweater. Park Jimin knows how to wear everything and anything with confidence, flair, so he is hardly difficult to miss.

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anonymous asked:

Will you write a domestic Jikook head cannon? One where Jimin is a teacher @ school or wherever, and Jk is a businessman, and everyone thinks their the cutest/power couple ever??

This is actually such a cute idea. Thank you for the request! I hope you like it💖


Jimin had wanted to be a biology teacher ever since his first science report about snakes in the fourth grade. Granted, he never thought he’d end up teaching high school Biology at 25, let alone married to the CEO of the biggest music production company in Seoul.

He was a popular teacher among the students, known as more fun and easy-going than most. His class was always one of the most sought after, often having a list of students waiting for an open spot lest someone drop the class or get kicked out. It was rare that someone willing leave the class, considering the extra leeway Jimin would give for assignments and hardly any homework in the first place.

Jimin had made good friends with a few fellow teachers.

Taehyung or Mr. Kim, was the Art teacher that always ended up covered in paint. They’d been great friends for years, only finding each other after a few years apart when Jimin had gotten a job at the school. They usually ate lunch together and went out for drinks on the weekends. Jimin found that he’d often let his students call him Mr. Tae to prevent confusion with the Mathematics teacher. Loud and enthusiastic personality, contagious energy, definitely the most fun teacher. 

Hoseok, or Mr. Jung, was the Advanced Dance teacher and dance team coach. Jimin liked to sit in on dance practices, joining in occasionally whenever the mood struck. He’d told Hoseok of his dance days back in college, even busted out a few moves, and after three days of the dance team begging him, Jimin agreed to help with choreography when needed. The loudest teacher, always cheering at basketball games, probably more enthusiastic than the cheerleaders.  

Namjoon, or Mr. Kim, the Mathematics and English language teacher. No, he was not the high-strung Calculus teacher down the hall. He was notorious for breaking the printer and would often send students to retrieve papers from the library for him. Although clumsy, he was quite charming in a smart, quirky kinda way. Definitely popular with the principal. Taught Advanced Trigonometry, wore cute bowties on Fridays

And Yoongi, or Mr. Min, was the music teacher and basketball coach. He wasn’t exactly the most spontaneous teacher, but he cared deeply about music and sought to educate every one of his students as thoroughly as possible. Teaches piano, played basketball all through high school and college, ran track, acts like he doesn’t care but bought custom jerseys for all the basketball players and has pictures of all the varsity teams from all the past years hanging in his office.


Students knew that Jimin was married, made obvious by the golden band around his fourth finger, and had always tried to get him to talk about it.

“Mr. Jeon, what’s your wife like?”

“Did she send you those flowers?”

It always managed to get a chuckle from him whenever the students prodded teasingly after classes, getting nowhere as Jimin waved them out.

“Get outta here, you brats. Go on, git.” He’d shoo the class out, students giggling as they separated into the hall, only smiling to himself when they were gone.

During free periods, Jimin’s phone would ring and he’d only grin when he saw the caller I.D.

“Mr. Jeon, how nice to talk to you today.” Jimin would smirk at the chuckle on the other side of the line, imagining the amused smile on the CEO’s face.

“I could say the same to you, Mr. Jeon.”

And they’d talk for an hour before Jimin had to prepare for his next class and Jungkook had a board meeting with some important client.


The day that Jimin’s students finally met his spouse was one that he’d never forget.

He’d walk through the halls as students crowded each other to get by, hearing an odd buzz of commotion between everyone. It wasn’t until he’d spotted on of his students chatting excitedly, constantly looking over near the front desk, that he’d finally find out what was going on.

“Sungmi, what’s going on? Why is everyone so excited?” He’d ask her confusedly, the sophomore turning from her friends to him quickly.

“You didn’t hear? The head of BigHit Music Production is here!” And Jimin would look at her with wide eyes, not expecting to hear that Jungkook was at the school.

Although, he probably should’ve expected it when he’d mentioned that his students kept asking about his ‘wife’ the night before at dinner. Jungkook had never been inside the school with him before, at least not during active school hours. He’d usually drop him off on his way to work and pick him up afterwards, but never come inside.

Jimin would shuffle through the crowd of students, making his way to the front desk. And when he got past everyone, he’d find Jungkook chatting with Taehyung, small smile on his lips as Taehyung waved his arms around, paint smudges still on his face and in his hair from his Intro to Painting class.

The CEO would be dressed as he was every day; custom tailored, black Armani suit and dress shoes, platinum Rolex on his left wrist and his golden wedding ring being the only color among his black and white attire. His very presence was intimidating to the people around him, students and teachers alike. He was a powerful man, wealthy and extremely handsome, not to mention the obviously well-kept physique underneath his suit.

When Jungkook would spot Jimin, he’d completely forget about his conversation with Taehyung, only able to focus on his husband walking towards him. It would feel like slow motion, just like when they’d met for the first time in Jimin’s junior year of college.

“Hey, baby.” Jungkook would have no hesitation pulling Jimin close and kissing his cheek, completely ignoring the collective, shocked gasp that came from the crowd of teenagers.

“What’re you doing here? I thought you had a meeting at noon.” Jimin would mumble into Jungkook’s shoulder from where he’d be hiding the blush on his cheeks.

“Client cancelled last minute. Thought I’d take you out for lunch today.” Jungkook would kiss his cheek again, quietly chuckling at the color on Jimin’s cheeks before pulling away to look at the small crowd of students that had gathered.

“Mr. Jeon, I thought you were married?” He’d hear one of his students ask hesitantly, barely loud enough for him to catch over the hushed mumbles of the others.

Jimin would groan when he’d hear Jungkook laugh, full-bellied and hearty.

“Indeed, he is.” Jungkook would grin and pull Jimin’s left hand up in his own, showcasing their matching rings.

“Jeon Jungkook, Mr. Jeon’s husband. Pleasure to meet you all.” He’d do a little fake bow before Jimin tugged him out the door, not looking back at all until they’d reached the car.

At lunch, Jimin would swat at Jungkook for his little introduction, knowing that the students would be relentless in their questioning when he’d return.


The next day would be suspiciously calm, not a peep from any of his students, not even Minhwan who seemed to have a joke for everything. It was almost concerning. Very rarely did any of Jimin’s classes go by without someone going off on a tangent and somehow talking about why giraffe necks are so long, or something of the same importance. 

But Jimin would completely forget all of that when Jungkook would show up to pick him up after school, waltzing into his classroom like he owned it. 

“Jiminie~” The CEO would call softly, making Jimin look up from the mountain of papers he’d have to grade in the next three days. 

Jimin would send a weak smile towards Jungkook before continuing to mark the paper in front of him. Jungkook would move to stand behind Jimin, silently rubbing at his shoulders in an effort to relieve some of his stress. 

“Baby, you should go home. I’m going to be here for a while. I can catch a ride home with Tae.” 

Jungkook would frown at that, glancing at the mound of papers before settling into a chair beside him. Making him set the pen down, Jungkook would interlock their fingers together and turn Jimin’s face to look at him.

“Not a chance, sweetcheeks.” Jimin could only smile as Jungkook kissed him, sweet and slow before pulling away.

He’d strip his suit jacket, loosen his tie, and roll up his sleeves before pulling a student desk up to his knee and dropping half of the pile of papers on top of it. 

And for the next two and a half hours, Jungkook would help grade biology quizzes and homework, occasionally slipping a hand to squeeze at Jimin’s thigh. When they’d finished, it was past 7:00pm and Jimin could feel himself falling asleep as he grabbed his bag, Jungkook holding his waist to steady him from falling over. He’d let Jungkook lead him out, sending a tired, mock salute to Namjoon before being maneuvered out the door. 

That night, Jungkook orders pizza and lets Jimin take a nap on his chest until it arrives, finding him blinking awake groggily as he sets the boxes on the coffee table. And later, they’d fall asleep with Jimin draped over Jungkook’s chest, both only in boxers as they huddled together, too tired to do anything but listen to each other’s breathing until they fell asleep.


Eventually, it became a common occurrence to see Jungkook visiting Jimin, either during lunch or after school. He’d bring flowers sometimes, which only caused Jimin to blush down to his toes as girls giggled in the halls.

At some point, Jimin found a framed picture of he and Jungkook on their wedding day placed on his desk. He would smile at it for a moment, remembering just how amazing their wedding had been. And the honeymoon.

Lord, the honeymoon.

Jimin would find that the students quite liked having Jungkook visit, always managing to get a smile and a few playful jabs in before he had to leave. 

Jimin did too. He may have enjoyed being able to kiss his husband in the parking lot like they were teenagers, maybe a bit too much for a responsible high school teacher. And he definitely got a kick out of watching students fawn over Jungkook, knowing that he was completely and utterly his.


THAT’S ALL I GOT BUT I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS 💖 💖 I really hope you like this as much as I did 💖

Playing dirty / Chapter 1

Originally posted by baekintime

Pairing: You / Xiumin / Baekhyun

Type: Smut, illegal gambling

Word count: 3,7K

Summary: One night you met Xiumin in an illegal casino and he made you an offer you couldn’t refuse: help him win by cheating and get part of the profit. But one day someone comes in and tests your partnership and relationship. Will you stick with Xiumin? Or will Baekhyun steal you away?

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“All-in.” The handsome guy sitting in front of you coldly said while pushing his 50000$ worth of chips forward.

This was your first time in an illegal casino. This one was in the back of a fancy restaurant, normal costumers had no clue of what was going on in the background.

A friend of yours, who worked at the restaurant, told you about this place and you decided to come here and test your luck. There was a huge variety of people here and you knew some of them were dangerous but you didn’t care, you enjoyed the extra danger.

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Mint boy’s flower ◆ Part I

Requested by the lovely @thefuturewillbeprosperous ♥

Genre : Fluff/Smut/Dark/Mafia/Drugs

Paring : Yoongi x Reader

Summary : When a drug dealer meets the rarest flower.

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡

He can’t help but smile as he takes off his ring. He didn’t expected him to die this quick. He didn’t expected how beautiful it was. All this blood coming from his mouth, the way his body was shaking in pain, and his eyes… Damn, it was entertaining. He puts the ring in the first drawer of his desk and leans back on his chair. Dealing with Park Jaebum was a mistake and he should’ve died a long time ago.

Min Yoongi raises his head when he hears someone knocking on his door. When he sees his right-hand man, Kim Namjoon, he beckons him to sit up. The tall man sits in front of him and crosses his long legs, a cold smile on his lips as he asks :

« So… How was it ?

- I think it’s my favorite. Maybe a little too quick, but sometimes that’s not that bad. »

Namjoon chuckles and lightly shake his head : « You love torturing people, you sick bastard… » Yoongi raises his eyebrows and looks slightly off, as if he was wondering if it was actually true. When he realizes it was the case, he snorts, a sinful smirk on his face. Namjoon gets up and go behind the wooden bar, taking two crystal glasses before pouring whisky in it. He smiles :

« We have great news, boss.

- Choi Woo Yeon ? »

Namjoon brings the drinks on the desk and sits down.

His dark and haughty glance could freeze the hottest volcano.

« Jungkook found him. He went with Jimin. It’s almost done.

- Let’s wait for them. »

Yoongi winks and takes a sip of the strong drink, a wave of heat going down his throat.

It’s been two weeks since Choi decided to stop working with Yoongi and he doesn’t like it at all. And when he learned from Jin that Choi was a snitch, it was worst. Yoongi is not the kind of man to let anybody think you can fuck with him and stay alive. If you betray him, you die. So, Choi and all his boys will die. Isn’t it simple ?

Soon enough, Yoongi’s office’s door opens and two men enters. Yoongi & Namjoon gets up and walks toward them. When Yoongi sees Jimin’s smile, he puts his hand on his cheek and asks « Is it done ? ». Jimin raises his eyebrow in a playful way, like he always does, and replies « We have Bucheon », his voice lightly hoarser than usual. Yoongi bites his lips and tilts his head on the side, watching Jimin smiles back at him. Yoongi looks at Jungkook and nods before he announces they’ll celebrate it tonight.

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