“Y/F/N?“ Upon hearing your name, you gazed up and made eye contact with your teacher.
"Present.” Sighing after he had moved on from you, you quickly snapped your eyes towards the scrunched up paper sitting before you. You really had no interest in opening it as you knew the general message but with the burning stare at the back of your head, you gave in and slowly reached for it.
Upon opening the note, you were greeted with the typical message you tend to receive at least once a week.
'You’re still here? Wow what a stubborn bitch.‘
Whipping your head around to glare at the culprit, you found her simply smirking back at you.
She sat back satisfied with her daily deed done. Making people miserable is something she practically lived for, so you weren’t all too surprised. The sad thing was, you both were the best of friends back at the beginning of middle school and, as cliche as it sounds, it all changed when you reached high school. From the age of 12, cheesy promises to remain best friends were made and upon reaching the age of 16 it was all thrown away.
To put it simply, Hye Mi was a bitch. A big one. She wasn’t always but when she began to value boys over friendship, something was bound to go wrong.
And it did.
It took no more than a week for her to drop you and develop the handy trait of bitch. She found new friends and apparently expanded her vocabulary as proven with the impressive handful of insults she directed at you and many other innocent students.
Her main target was always you and it seemed like it would be for the rest of high school. She revelled in making your blood boil.
But you were not a weak girl, god no. Despite you being seemingly someone who is easy to pick on, you always stood your ground no matter who it was and that sometimes was your downfall, as your anger got you into bad situations every now and then.
“Right! It’s the end of the lesson, you are all dismissed. Don’t forget to bring in your slips of approval for the upcoming school trip. Jeon Jungkook, don’t you dare move from that spot!"
A groan escaped said boys lips as he slumped back into his seat.
Jeon Jungkook. The schools 'bad boy’. The type to uselessly skip and sleep through lessons but manage to get the top grades in the class and linger outside in alleyways fighting with other school gangs or smoke with his friends.
You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt to sneak out of the class. Same routine almost everyday. Gathering your things and stuffing them into your bag, you stood from your seat and began making your way towards the door. Except a figure stood in your way.
"Get out of my way Hye Mi.”
She simply tilted her head whilst twisting a brunette lock of hair. Her brows furrowed whilst she looked you up and down and then proceeded to snicker.
"I see you’re still planning to become a nun, what with your skirt hanging low.“
Her ditsy friends giggled at her cringe worthy insult, boosting her ego and pride. You glanced down at your skirt that rested a few centimetres above your knees.
"Just because I don’t have my skirt riding up my ass like you doesn’t mean I’m going to become a nun. Plus, at least nuns have some self respect. You should learn from them.”
A deep chuckle resonated from the back of the room and you noticed Hye Mi widen her eyes at the sound. Her cheeks began to burn crimson at the sound of Jungkooks laugh. You barged past her having said all you needed to and headed towards the lockers. Once you had finished up, you shut your locker and was greeted with an annoyingly familiar figure.
You let out a dramatic sigh. "Go away, Jin Soo. I don’t want to see you.”
Another person you disliked was Jin Soo and what are the odds that he likes to make your life difficult too?
"You know if you weren’t so bitchy we could have actually been friends.“ You scowled at the sentence. He can’t be serious.
"Maybe I wouldn’t be so bitchy if you hadn’t taken it upon yourself to play with me and proceed to embarrass me In front of the whole school.” Back in 10th grade when you had lost Hye Mi, you seeked comfort and coincidentally Jin Soo came along. After stringing you along for a whole 2 months, he made a scene in the school lunch hall, yelling about how he 'didn’t appreciate the stalking’ and how he 'doesn’t want to come over when your parents were gone’. That gave everyone a reason to practically bully you for the next 2 years.
“You can’t still be salty over that! It’s been 2 years, get over it. Such a stuck up b-"
"Bitch? Yeah, being a bitch is my life goal so I’m not worried over that. Bye, hope you have a crappy day.”
Spinning around, you marched out of the school and down the street.
At least it was Friday.
Your Saturday morning was spent shopping with your best friend, Areum. You met the same year you grew apart from Hye Mi and she was there to comfort you after the scene Jin Soo had caused. She was too kind to leave you in the secluded corner of the library, crying your eyes out. Ever since then you only grew closer.
"Jungkook was staring at you through the window when you left school.“
"And how do you know that?”
"Well, considering the fact we normally go home together I was looking for you in your class.“ You smiled sheepishly at the memory of leaving Areum behind.
"Sorry, I had the usuals on my case.”
"Understandable. But seriously, I think Jungkook likes you. He’s always nearby, analysing everything your involved in. To be honest, it’s kind of creepy…“ She trailed off at the sharp look you directed at her. You were not going to have any of this.
"Listen, he’s 'analysing’ so he can find the perfect way to piss me off. He already gets on my nerves with his sarcastic comments. Please don’t turn this sleepover into a typical 'girls night’” Areum sighed and threw herself on your bed.
"What do you suggest we do then?“
Glancing at your phone, you made a mental note of the time. "Well we could go to the shops to prepare for a midnight snack slash movie time.” Areum’s eyes lit up at the sound of that and she whipped back up.
"You really mean it?“
Nodding your head, you grinned at her. "It’s only eleven and the shops are literally down the road. As long as we’re back in an hour midnight snack time is still on. Go get your jacket."
Areum was gone faster than you could say 'you got no jams’.
The walk to the supermarket was a short one and gathering the snack was even shorter. However, the walk back… not so much.
You and Areum had only made it halfway back to your house before you spotted the subject of your earlier discussion.
He was leaning against the wall of an alleyway (what a surprise) with the rest of his friends. One of them, a mint haired coloured one who you were sure you heard some people call 'Suga’, was crouched down with a spray paint can in one hand and a face mask on.
Not sketchy at all.
He was in the midst of spelling out BTS or something when a low whistle was heard.
"Well well, what are you two doing out so late at night?” Surprisingly, this did not come from Jungkook but rather the one many called Jimin.
Everyone’s eyes suddenly turned to you and Areum.
“Just keep walking Areum.” You sped up whilst Areum jogged to keep up. Just when you thought you had made it past them without any confrontation you heard Areum yelp.
Turning around, you noticed someone had grabbed her wrist preventing her from moving further. The name 'Hoseok’ briefly came to mind. However, your anger had already made itself present and your confidence had surfaced.
Marching right up to him, you grabbed his arm and all but ripped him off of Areum. He simply stared at you with an offended look.
“We don’t have time for your bullshit. Bye.”
As you turned around to leave, a heavy weight latched onto you, a chin making itself present on your shoulder.
“You’re such a cutie when you’re mad. I like it."
Turning your head, you were greeted with a boxy smile from Taehyung, a boy you shared classes with back in your fist year of high school.
"Get off me, Taehyung.”
He simply pouted and shook his head whilst wrapping his arms around you tighter.
“I don’t want to, I thought we were friends Y/N?"
"Well you thought wrong. Get the fuck off her Tae.” Jungkook was evidently pissed off with how he spoke to Taehyung.
“Fine.” He unlatched his arms from around you and took a couple of steps back, his grin coming back.
You simply stared back at him and an awkward silence settled in.
It was broken when the shaking of the spray can was heard and a heavy sigh.
"Fuck, this is why I sleep instead of leave the house. To avoid awkward shit like this.“ Suga then continued his piece of 'art’ and you took that as your cue to leave, grabbing Areum on your way.
"Don’t I get a thank you from saving you from this idiot?” Jungkook called after you whilst Taehyung let out an offended 'hey!’.
“Hey! Where’s my thank you?”
"Maybe when you stop wearing your ass as a hat.“ You replied, speed walking down the street. If you had bothered to turn around you would have seen the satisfied smirk that made itself present on Jungkook’s face.
All of these are on ao3, they’re all shipping fics. I’ll add more as I read, these are just the ones I’ve read so far. My opinion is in italics, I only added the pairing, summary and theme of the fics, not the warnings and ratings so check those out when you’re gonna read them because some of them contain either smut, death or violence. You’ve been warned.
Most people only have one miniature angel or devil riding on their
shoulders to serve as the physical manifestation of their conscience.
Poor Namjoon has five, and they’re all telling him the same thing:
“fucking talk to him god dammit what the fuck is wrong with you”
Seokjin loved working at the library, but some patrons got on his
nerves. Take, for example, the grown man who sat in the corner every day
and leeched off of the Wi-Fi. And Seokjin worked in the children’s
Ah, this is… something else, for sure. Cute as hell. Funny, too.
Summary: “Together with their families, Kim Namjoon and Kim
Seokjin… Wow, this is formal… Wait,” Hoseok squints at the paper, before
looking back at Yoongi with a quizzical look on his face. “They invited
you with a guest? But… You’re single, right?”
“Min Yoongi,” Jimin
glares at him over the bar, crossing his arms sternly over his chest.
“If you’re seeing someone and you didn’t tell us I will kick your ass,
so help me god.”
“I’m not dating anyone,” Yoongi sighs, grabbing
the invitation and scanning it quickly. The words “with a guest” are
underlined and Yoongi can almost see it: the smugness on his brother’s
face as he nods with satisfaction, putting the pencil down.
“So what does it mean?”
Yoongi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding making eye contact.
“I might’ve… invented a boyfriend,” he finally mumbles to the glass in front of him.
This is so good, amazing, incredible. Brilliant. Entertaining as hell.
Summary: A collection of events occurring within (and without) the walls of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house. At Beta Tau Sigma, there are only a few rules:
1) have a declared major in the College of Music; 2) keep your GPA above a 3.4; 3) don’t let Taehyung into the liquor cabinet; 4) don’t fuck up with Kim Seokjin. The rest is all fine print.
(Rating changed to M for sexual content in ch17.)
OKAY, THIS FIC IS THE END OF EVERYTHING FOR ME. My Favorite Fic Of All Time. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me, even House of Cards. This fic has it all, humor, angst, fluff, smut. Everything. Incredible fic. Golden fic.
Summary: they say that one should fall in love with their eyes
open, but Jungkook keeps his closed, and Taehyung is afraid that they’ll
fall in all the wrong places.
the concept of strings in space
time theory is that on a one dimensional plane, one only has the option
of going backwards or forwards in their direction of travel. Jungkook
chooses to be swept along into the unknown, with Taehyung as his only
Summary: Taehyung nearly chokes, but only nearly. Instead he raises an eyebrow
and puts on the most suave smile he can manage. Hopes he looks far more
collected than his for-some-reason racing heartbeat would let on, more
suit-and-wine than elementary-schooler-with-a-new-crush. “You like me?”
Jeongguk blushes, and looks at his feet. He’s smiling. “Of course.”
Summary: “Talk dirty to me,” Taehyung says lowly into Jimin’s
ear, breath ghosting Jimin’s earlobe, eliciting a slight shudder from
“I’m not wearing underwear,” Jimin whispers back, pulling back to look Taehyung in the eye.
groans gruffly at this, breaking the eye contact to lean down and nip
Jimin’s jawline gently. “God yes baby that’s just-“
wearing any underwear because you never fucking put the laundry in the
fucking dryer like I’ve asked you to 100 times,” Jimin hisses, voice
strained with vehemence, glaring at him and Taehyung sighs defeatedly.
(in which Taehyung and Jimin navigate through married life together, realising belatedly that it’s not always smooth sailing.)
Talking about it, of course, became harder as the days passed by. Yoongi
could never find the right time to bring it up. He was still wondering
if he was just imaging things. If he was just thinking he was feeling
the things he was feeling. But that was quickly disproved every single
time Jimin curled up around him and Jungkook kissed him. He was a
fucking idiot in love with two bigger idiots and there wasn’t a damn
thing he could do about it. Except probably ruin it by talking about it.
Hell, maybe it was better to just never mention it and pretend it
When Kim Taehyung’s academic situation takes a turn for the worse, his
mother is convinced to hire a highly recommended tutor in the hopes for a
miracle that would turn her son into a conscientious student. Her
eldest son, Seokjin, has a far more skeptical opinion on this entire
thing, expecting it to be-lest he sugarcoat it-a complete failure. And
Kim Namjoon is just really bad at making good first impressions (or
second ones, or just impressions altogether).
At three o'clock in the morning after he’d been working for ten hours
straight and everything he touched came out wrong and all his words were
stilted and clumsy and all his music was rough and tangled… for some
ungodly reason Kim Namjoon opened up a new browser window, typed bangtan sonyeondan fan fiction into the search bar, and then (god) hit enter.
LISTEN. This fic is so good it’s almost Beta Tau Sigma and that’s saying a lot because I love that fic. Anyways, the story in this one is great and it has its funny moments as well as fluffy and frustrating ones. Great fic.
Summary: Park Jimin has never been on a date. Nor has he had his
first kiss, flirted with anyone, or fallen in love. His classmates
would ridicule him and base nicknames over his distaste toward anything
romantic. (Look, here comes Saint Jiminie!) Even his younger brother
would make fun of him while his parents watched with pitying looks on
or: soulmate au where your soulmate’s date of death is tattooed on your wrist.
This made me cry. At school. No joke my friends were worried. Great fic, read if you want to cry.
Yoongi likes one night stands and he understands how they work. What he
doesn’t understand, however, is how he ended up in bed with a
probably-not-legal kid crying in his arms about his broken heart,
because he’s pretty sure (and correct him if he’s wrong) that a
babysitting job was not what he was looking for when he went to the
opening of his friend’s new club.
I read this instead of studying. Really good and interesting, I like the characters.
Summary: Taehyung sets the flowers down on the dining table,
plucking the card off the little holder. “Dearest Taehyung, just wanted
you to know that I’m thinking about you. I hope you’re thinking about me
too. Love–” he pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and
pursing his lips. “Hyung, why is the boss of your little boy band gang
professing his love for me?”
Yoongi drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand.
Taehyung’s been trying his hardest to avoid Yoongi’s criminal life for a
long ass time, but a cute kid and his infuriating father keep pulling
him deeper into the mix.
Cute and a good read, the concept is awesome and I like the way it’s written.
Summary: Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most
notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to
infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.
“You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.”
Trailer. This fic. I have no words. It’s beautifully written and the plot is amazing, really interesting and just plain good. The fic to end all Mafia!AUs. Nothing is ever gonna top this for me. It’s also a long read.
Summary: Because Yoongi doesn’t know how this started, or how
this will end, but he knows this simple fact: he knows that there is a
love between them that is much fiercer than the burning sun. There is
that love then, and there is that love now, and surely there will be
that same love the next time.
(Or: the one where they’re
reincarnated over and over again and Yoongi meets a different version of
Hoseok every time but Yoongi is the only one that remembers.)
Ok, this fic made me cry really hard and I’m still affected by it. It’s beautiful and sad and you should totally read it.
Request: BadBoy Jungkook (Highschool AU) fluff of where he likes the reader (good girl) and he softens up for her? + Hello there,i dont know if this request will make it or not but if it does,i want to request a fluff College!au with jungkook or yoongi where y/n is a self taught pianist and jungkook or yoongi is a sport major saw y/n when she was performing for the university’s events
You knew you were nervous, your legs were shaking, your hands were shaking, in your head a thousand thoughts on how everything could go wrong as fast as wind, you knew how important this event was for you, not only because you would be exposing your talent and skill before the whole campus, or because in the crowd there could be a potencial sponsor, you were nervous because this could be the start of something new in your life, whatever that might be. You had always believed that it was in occasions when people were most afraid to fail, when they were nervous, fearful or hopeful of the outcome of events when life decided to give a turn and then everything wasn’t the same anymore.
For this occasion you had chosen a pretty light but still elegant short dress in white, it had some lace applications that made it look romantic but chic, as for your hair you had let it down with soft curls that were near gone. The piano had been set on the stage by a group on the music department that volunteered for the logistics of the performers this afternoon, you went there, watching the crowd turning to the stage when they saw someone was getting on it. The festival was outdoors, with a stage being in a central area surrounded by all the stand up commerce of productos made by the students.
The long piano was beautiful, they had polished it until it shone and it reflected your face. The music sheet was already there, but you didn’t need it as you knew this song by heart. You were still nervous, your heart beating faster and your breathing unsteady, but you gave a big inhalation and stretched your hands, focusing on the instrument, the thing you loved most. The piano and the music you could create with it.
Jungkook could say he liked the exhibition festivals, he enjoyed walking around without doing anything in particular watching anything and everything, he also enjoyed all the free things girls would serve him, not that he asked but he wasn’t refusing any either. Jungkook knew of a certain girl that would give him the biggest ration of chicken wings for free, if he insinuated the slightness thing to her, she was pretty so Jungkook didn’t mind. He was walking only with his friend Taehyung, since Jimin and Hoseok had went who knows where, so they strolled around the perimeter, checking out the stands, if there was anything worth their while. The sound of the microphone made Jungkook turn for a second, one of the hosts of the event, a communication major must likely, was making the announcement of the next performer.
-A self taught pianist?- Taehyung snorted making Jungkook laugh. -Put those chicken wings on hold, this will be good, and wow- Taehyung whistled when you walked to the piano. -Miss sunshine is fine, but would she blow our tympani?-
Jungkook snickered his eyes examining you. You were indeed pretty, but he had his doubts about that self taught skill. Either way he stopped completely waiting until you started your performance, watching as you stretched your fingers and prepared yourself. You must had long slender fingers, or so they say about pianists.
-Come on- Taehyung pressed getting impatient.
Jungkook nudged at him and shushed. -Shut up man, watch-
The performance started, a low tune at first but then all of the sudden it went faster, almost merrier, making Jungkook wide his eyes.
-Girl can play- Taehyung whispered nodding.
Jungkook nodded but his eyes remained on you, the way your hands moved across that piano, how you were so immersed on your art you had your eyes closed and didn’t notice all the audience staring at you, how you didn’t need to read the music sheet. The movements were grateful and vigorous, gentle but it translated into a strong performance. Jungkook hadn’t even caught your name right when the host announced it but he noted to find our later. Right now he was hypnotized.