@lilacxsehun requested: Jungkook/Reader inspired by the lyrics “He says I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I’m Mr. Vain” in which Jungkook is the CEO of a big company you work for. Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; CEO/Boss AU Word Count: 12,037 Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at a CEO AU so I was very excited to get this request. As I was writing this, I wasn’t entirely sure if Jungkook’s position should constitute him more as a CEO or a boss but eh, ignore the technicalities.
Summary: In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.
To say you are late would be a complete and utter, tragic and ill-fitting, understatement. By the time you were supposed to be here at the building, you had just finished adding the last minute touches to your hair with the straightener, and by the time you were supposed to be doing that you needed to finish your makeup and by the time that was happening—!
Well, you get the idea.
Point is, you are running incredibly behind on your schedule—as if life just wanted to prove a point that no matter how much it seemed you could stitch your life together by managing to land an interview for a company actually relevant to your degree, something always had to go wrong. It just so happens that the bad day you constantly worried about just had to occur today. On the day of your interview.
You think it might be enough to get you to scream. First, the power just had to cut off the night before, disarming your alarm clock and resetting all the previous settings so instead of just beeping at some abnormal time it just didn’t ring at all. Given that you had also forgotten to plug your phone in for charging the night before as well, there was no way that could have been any source of an alternative method for waking up. All of that led up to the simple fact regarding the issue that you have a very difficult time waking up in the morning even with an alarm, so having none only elevated that struggle, bursting out of bed after frantically wondering about the time, and attempting to compress an hour’s worth of preparation into 5 minutes.
Summary: I’m a survivor. At least that’s what someone once told me. He
was probably right, which explains a lot about me. Survivors are selfish
and despicable, although I think he meant it as a compliment. Problem
is, what I’m surviving for is sometimes hard to tell anymore.
A what if Katniss had gone to Cray, alternate Panem story.
(I’m not kidding about this one)
for language, canon compliant mentions of child abuse, mentions of drug
usage, prostitution, underage (17 years old with older partners),
mentions of assault, and explicit sexual content. Buckle up. It’s gonna
be a bumpy ride.
I’m not sure how long I’m out here when the door opens and Peeta’s heavy steps cross the patio before he sits down next to me. I immediately take his hand in mine and search his face for some kind of hurt.
“My brothers say you’re sharpening your battle axe. So who’s the enemy?”
I snort and shake my head. “Shouldn’t we talk about you?”
We’re just over halfway done with this story and I wanted to thank all of you who’ve taken a risk on this story, given the rather disturbing opening. Hopefully, I can bring it to a satisfying conclusion for you. Since the next three chapters are already drafted, and chapter 7 has already been through the beta process, updates should occur fairly regularly from here on out. Thanks as always to @peetabreadgirl for editing and keeping me on task…even though there’s that one story idea that we’re both just DYING to write/read. ;-)
jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 17,378 Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.
ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.
Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.
Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.
On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.
And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.
But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.
Request: In which Jungkook swears to always protect you—even if you don’t accept him. Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst, Guardian Angel!AU Word Count: 8,681 Author’s Note: oh my god I finally finished this. I don’t know how I feel about it yet, but I hope you guys like it!!
Jungkook doesn’t remember dying.
He actually doesn’t remember anything much about, well, anything. As strange as it may sound, all he really remembers is darkness. Just an endless pitch, devoid of any life, the only thing to keep him company the whispers and remnants of his own thoughts—even though he’s not even sure he’s had much to begin with. It just feels like he’s floating around in some sort of strange bubble of extended unconsciousness, aware of everything and yet absolutely nothing all at the same time.
He isn’t aware of how long he’s stuck in this stage, caught between the realms of the dead and the living, unable to settle in one for too long, before it feels like he’s being pulled down. As if the carpet beneath his feet have been ripped from below him, sending him spiraling until he’s standing within a white room with no doors and no windows.
It all feels a little bit like waking up, embracing some sort of artificial sunlight that takes the form of blinding lights without a source and Jungkook is left alone to walk, touch the walls as the questions spring in his mind like wildflowers. He’s confused, because even though he doesn’t remember dying he knows for a fact that he’s dead and when he pictured afterlife this is certainly not what he had been expecting. Whatever fantasy he may have conjured up in his mind seem a lot more exciting than the confined space of 4 walls, no end in sight.
“You must have a lot of questions right now.”
Jungkook whirls around towards the voice, sprouting from someone he knows could not have been in the room a few seconds ago. But again, he knows he must certainly be dead because how else could someone have appeared within a room with no windows or doors, an eerie quietness drifting and biting at his skin—a previous reminder that he had been alone.
Up until now.
The speaker of the statement is a man behind a desk, hair a short pale blue color and black framed glasses across his face, fingers laced together and folded upon a file. The man is unfamiliar, yet his smile is one of comfort and a vague recognition, and Jungkook could have sworn he’s seen this man before once in his lifetime. Or, at the very least, he trusts this man almost immediately. It could be a naive part of Jungkook’s original nature, but the man has just appeared to him out of thin air, seemingly willing to answer any question Jungkook dare try to speak—and he seems calm.
Jungkook turns to face the man completely. “I died,” He speaks quietly, clearing his voice when it sounds as if he hasn’t had to use it in years, like vocals rubbing against sandpaper.
And if Alan presses closer on the colder nights, then John is not one who minds. The night sky above them is star streaked with lights that span whole cosmos and beyond; scattered out in little golden pinpricks before the children’s eyes. From their position, looking up, John Tracy feels very small indeed. He’s curled close to his little brother on a grassy hillock; not far from the Farmhouse, and the telescope their Father had given John for his birthday is neatly on hand. Against the backdrop of beyond, it’s John’s consciousness of Alan’s smaller weight against his side that makes him feel the right size once more.
There’s a sign on John’s door, and all it says is, DON’T
Scott’s always been the sort of person who considers posted warnings to be taken as suggestions rather than the subjects of strict observance. Still, he knocks softly the first time he knocks. When there’s no answer, the second, third, fourth times are all a crisp military tattoo.
Stars are boring. All they do is glow a bit and they’re not even really there or they’re just incredibly far away and dead, something like that. Gordon couldn’t care less about stars, except that John loves them and loves talking about them, and Gordon loves John, so Gordon will listen to him blather on for quite a while before trying to change the subject.
The ocean is uninteresting. It’s featureless and wet and there are fish and boats in it. The universe does not have creepy monsters floating around in it, thankfully, although Gordon’s attempts to change the subject are amusing as a distraction. Giant space squids are not a thing, and whales cannot swim in the Milky Way. But for Gordon’s sake, John allows for the possibility that hulking wrecks of derelict ships could be gathering space-coral, because of positive ions. And John’s a little impressed that Gordon was listening when he was explaining to Alan how the first Deep Space spacecraft’s engines worked.
Of course, says Gordon. I’m always listening when it’s important.
So I really shouldn’t be up all night doing fanart but I have been, and I wanted a drabble to accompany this but I came up with this instead. Just, you know, John and Gordon are opposites but they’re the same. I’m pretty pleased with this one actually.