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“Will the Jury foreperson please stand?” 

The judge’s voice is a mesh of muffles and white noise in Jin’s ears - his mind absent from the courtroom as his client faces his sentencing. Everything seems to move in slow motion around him, the whispers of his client asking anxious questions, only further inducing the headache that presses harshly against his temples.

Jin hasn’t slept in days, each morning blending in with the night, an endless cycle that leaves him spent. he wishes he can say it’s due to this case or any of the other 9 he’s currently handling for that matter but that’s not what has been leaving him wide eyed in his bed at ungodly hours of the night, in fact they haven’t even played a factor. 

Today he finds himself representing yet another vile criminal, charged with a crime that has shaken society to its core - the trial televised for the entire world to see. His eyes scurry away from the camera that stands right in front of him, antonizing a certain anxiousness that Jin has never felt in a courtroom before. The stakes are stacked high, his reputation on the line and yet, he can’t bring himself to focus - his heed placed elsewhere. 

From the untouched glass of water that sits before him he can see his distorted reflection, the plum hue under his eyes further demonstrating the stress his body is undergoing - his compressed chest unable to feel relief no matter how much he tries to breathe. 

would his client feel reassured of his fate if he knew that it wasn’t one of the best lawyers sitting besides him now but instead a ghost?

Jin’s mind wanders through the walls, his eyes scanning the nearest exit and for an instance he feels as though this is his own trial, one in which no one would come to save him - all evidence pointing to his guilty conscience all while the cameras capture every uneasy breath he struggles to take.

As his stare travels back to the Judge - he notes her disapproving expression, it is the look of someone who knows what he has done, oblivious to the fact that Jin is already inside a prison, his own morality caging him inside of a cell that has no key. 

to turn a bad thing good | jjk. III

➵ summary: jungkook’s drunken one night stand goes awry when he comes to learn not only is he being forced into an arranged marriage, but it’s to the very girl he abandoned that night—and things get a lot more complicated when you’re the best hookup he’s ever had.  

➵ pairing: ceo!jungkook x law student!f. reader

➵ genre: series, arranged marriage!au, fwb!au (?), haters to lovers!au, smut, fluff, angst  

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 12k

➵ warnings: swearing, bickering as always, juicy tension, MARIJUANA USE (edibles, all situations involving the marijuana are consensual), depictions of ptsd, feelings of panic, heavy making out, neck kissing, so much touchING 

➵ a/n: third chapter has arrived after a millennium thank you SO much to everyone who waited!!! I apologize if this chapter isn’t everything you’d hoped for but I promise, now that I’ve gotten out of my writer’s block and found my passion for writing again, I hope to release more chapters and get this story rolling!! pls forgive me for mistakes i did not have a beta bLEH. your feedback means the world to me <3

chapter three: “don’t know what to do, am I livin’ this right?”

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You shuffle your feet skittishly, clutching your purse as though it were your heart, and you could manually snuff out its erratic beating. 

Jungkook’s parents have called you in for a private meeting; there’s nothing in the universe that could quiet your nerves right now. These are influential people capable of compelling even your mother to abandon her morals. People who could request luxury and have it served to them on a silver platter, just as your hand in marriage was. 

Exhaling steadily, you push open the heavy door, revealing Jungkook’s regal-looking mother and father chatting away. They appear pleasant, perhaps even friendly, but they’re overly polished—an impenetrable facade drapes them, indicating that their true selves are hidden behind shitty masks. 

How ironic it is for them to have such an open, genuine son. 

“Ah, Y/N, welcome.” Jungkook’s father beams, his doe eyes smiling as he motions towards a couch opposite his desk. Their suite is exquisite and personalized with opulent items, confident that this suite, perhaps even this entire resort, belongs to them. 

“Have a seat, dear.” Jungkook’s mother coos, her saccharine-sweet smile nearly rotting your teeth. 

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When She Loved Me

[Summary]: How does one live when life is bound to end? 

[Theme]: Terminally Ill Reader, Non Idol AU, CEO Jungkook AU, Engaged AU, Married AU

[Rating]: 18+ for sexual themes and innuendoes, a truly heart wrenching piece. Please read with caution and with full intent to break your own heart. 

[Word Count]: 11,265

[A/N]: I truly broke my soul with this one. If you really want to cry, listen to my muse for this piece: “When She Loved Me” by Sarah McClain (yes, the one from Toy Story) or “Stuff We Did” by Michael Gaicchino (from UP)

[Materialist]

𝙎𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙈𝙚 • 𝙅𝙅𝙆

Genre: Assassin!jk x female! reader, smut, S2L, agnst, slight fluff.

Word count: 2.8k

Now playing: After Hours - The Weekend

A/n’s note: hopefully you guys enjoy this :3

Chapter 01: The Girl Who Cried Wolf.

“Y/N, COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!!”

Your father’s loud drunken voice had rang through your ears, as you sit up weakly against your bed. White bandages decorated your hands and your thighs, your bruised pink plump lips slightly wobble from the sound of his voice. Your dark messy hair falls over your eyes, barely showing your teary face as your small bruised up hands grab at the light blue blankets.

Ever since your mother committed suicide, your father had been drinking non stop. Beer after beer whenever you had came home from school, there he was, lying to waste on the sofa while watching tv in the living.

At first you didn’t mind it, because he never said or did anything to hurt you during the first week of her passing. But soon he started beating you senseless with anything he could get his hands on, broom sticks, cords, belts even a wooden bat if he had to. And you couldn’t afford to go to school everyday with new bandages wrapped around a different body part of yours, it wasn’t shocking that you had nosy friends who didn’t know the concept of minding the business that pays them.

The only thing you were grateful for out of all the beatings you endured, was that he never touched you in a sexual way. Though that may sound selfish but it’s true, plenty of girls out there who would’ve love to take your place as the daughter who gets beat senseless everyday without being sexually assaulted by their drunk of a father.

It didn’t make things better when you found out he was doing drugs, sometimes he’d hallucinate and think you’re his wife and start trying to hug and grope you. Luckily you knew how his messed up routine of getting wasted and high, and your bedroom window was your best friend. Since that’s now where you enter when you come home from school.

You’re a senior in high school, even though you had to repeat the same grade—it’s your last year and you plan on moving out and getting your own place with a stable job and a cat.

The loud stomping snaps you out of your trance as you hide most of yourself under the blankets, soon the door is being abruptly opened by your fuming father with bloodshot eyes as he pants. A belt in one hand as he places the beer bottle onto your dresser.

“D-dad, please no—” You try to say over your stutters but it’s no use, he was utterly drunk out of his goddamn mind.

He takes long steps towards you as he yanks the blankets off of you, revealing your bruised up self and your poorly disheveled school uniform that you hadn’t taken off yet. You don’t get to process what he just done in time before you see him raise the belt in the air, the black belt slaps you across the face.

Sending you towards the edge of your bed, another whack hits you in the back as you fall completely off your bed and onto the grey carpet of your bedroom floor.

You look up through the strands of your hair that slightly blinds you from seeing your father, who stands above you with the belt raised in the air. Your eyes widened as you quickly place both of your arms in front of you, shielding your face from the belt as you feel a sharp sting against your bandage arms. Though they were already in pain, but with the belt constantly slapping against your arms—it’s ten times worse.

Your sobs and pleases are useless against him, he tones out your cries as he repeatedly hits you with the belt until your skin his nothing but dark red and covered in blood and bruises. You don’t see the sick smile that’s plastered across his face but you know it’s there.

“You think you can do whatever you want?! Huh? ANSWER ME YOU DAMN BRATT—” Your father begans kicking you while he yells in your face, though your weak, you find some sort of courage to speak up. Even if you’re being beaten half to death.

“…No!” It almost came out as a whisper in your ears, but your father heard it as clear as day.

“Huh?!” Your father almost scoffs, kicking you in the stomach again before grabbing you by your hair as he stoops to your height. “Wanna repeat that again?!”

You managed to stand up despite the harsh grip on your hair, you stare him dead in the eye, even though all the voices in your head tells you to stop you don’t listen. You couldn’t, not when your life is literally hanging by a thread—to which is out of your control.

It’s either you or him..

“I said..” You began, slapping his hand away from your hair with some strength you had left. “No! As long as you keep putting your hands on me I’ll never do what you say, ever!”

As if god blessed you with strength in your leg, you lifted your leg to kick your father in his balls, sending him on his knees as he curses in pain. You take that as a chance to bolt, running down the stairs with your backpack clinging to your shoulders as you grab your beat up converses. You don’t stop running until your at least five blocks away from your abusive home. You put on your shoes, though you don’t have a jacket to warm you up since it’s raining and all your wearing is your messy school uniform.

Your face is bruised yet beautiful, and your covered in fresh scars and bruises from head to toe, your legs shake from the soreness, your breathing becomes more intense as you take in your surroundings. The street is busy with cars driving by in a rush, people walking past you with different colors umbrellas sending you odd looks before keeping their gaze ahead of them. And you don’t dare to reach out and ask for help, not when you look like you just murderd someone and they put in some attempt to fight back—but clearly failed.

Something in your head tells you to turn around, and when you do you wish you hadn’t. Your drunken of a father waddles up the street in the rain with only his tank top and joggers as his bloodshot eyes glare into your soul the moment he spots you standing there like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Y/N FUCKING L/N!” He bellowed your name like a loin roaring in the distance. You flinch, hard. Your heart drops to your stomach, the billions of eyes that watches him as he only stares at you makes you want to die right there and now. No one in the public eye looks at you, because they don’t know who you are—and they don’t know that he’s calling your name.

So, you pretend that he’s not talking to you. Turning around must’ve been the best decision because your easily smothered in the crowd of people that crosses the street. Hearing your father’s voice that shouts in the distance becomes more and more muffled due the voices of others and the sound of honking.

And when you’re finally out of his eyesight, you find yourself drifting from the busy part of Seoul. Seeping into the underground of Seoul where people get robbed and killed, you heard that there’s a lot of gang activities happening in this part of Seoul though you never cared about it. Because you didn’t think you’d end up in this side of town anyways, well, here you are. And there’s nothing you can do but to keep walking.

Until you can find some sort of shelter, you were going to be walking for quite a while.

Jungkook sits in his black expensive BMW with a cigarette dangling from his lips, eyebrows furrowed as he typed on his phone. Ignoring how some men and women who lingered on front of the gas station staring at him intensely. He found it utterly annoying with how bold people would stare at him before approaching him, and when they approach him it’s almost always one intension on their minds. It made him want to murder them almost completely, did he sound crazy? Yes, and he didn’t give two fucks about it.

There’s only one reason why he came to the gas station, to get some gas for the long trip back to his isolated home. Where his dog is waiting for him and emails that constantly spams his computer from his boss who always as a new target for him.

You would think, that it was normal for Jungook to bring even a gun with him just to enter the gas station—but unfortunately he was bare, no gun and all. Just him and rock hard of hands that works like professional boxers, the man could even kill with his fist. Jungkook sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair, he’s tired, irritated, and most of all stressed out. He’s been on and off with this chick he hooks up with every now and then, their not even in a relationship. But the girl seem to not get the hint of fuck buddies.

But it seems that all girls are the same, women don’t think about men’s feelings—well not Jungkook’s. Because despite him declining their feelings in the politest way or meanest way possible, they still come crawling back like little maggots. And it was truly disgusting.

Before he could let his mind drift further, he sees a strange girl—which was you, limping towards the gas station. Even though it had stopped raining he couldn’t help but notice how your clothes were soaked and your backpack clinging onto you while your bandages that covered your legs were slowly slipping off, showing cuts and bruises.

The bandages on your hand had made him wonder, what the hell happen to this girl?! But all he could think about was how fucked up you looked, he thought, maybe she gotten into a school fight. But that’s not the case, from where he’s sitting—you look like you just went to war and back and now you have to live with the trauma and bruises.

You approach the nearest gas station to use the telephone, or someone’s phone, whoever is nice enough to lend you their phone. You don’t know who to call, because everyone you know, knows your father—and they wont hesitate to inform your asshole of a father where you are. They’ll use that excuse, he needs to know because he’s worried about you. But we all know that’s a complete lie, he cares about getting drunken out of his mind and getting high of drugs weed and pills. It was sad really.

You hadn’t noticed a gang of men approaching you with wide grins on their faces, and when you do—it practically too late. One man with a brown beard had placed his rusty hands on your shoulder, smiling down at you. Even if you were out of your father’s grip, you still couldn’t catch a break. It’s like you were born into this world to be punished by men only.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing over here?” The male says, you fight the urge to scoff because it wasn’t hard to notice how badly bruised up you were. “Wanna come with us?”

“No thanks.” You say dryly, “I have to go—”

And once again you found yourself in a similar situation whenever you’d come home from school and your father was lounging around on the sofa with a beer in his hold, you always tried your hardest to tiptoe up the stairs and into your room but god forbid did the stairs had some sort of grudge against you. But you didn’t expect the seemingly forgotten memory appear before you, and you don’t even realize the men that’s beginning to drag you away.

And when you do you began to scream and thrash around like a five year old who’s throwing a tantrum, you managed to kick one of the men in their stomach as they let go of your left arm. “Fuck—you crazy bitch!” The man that held you by your right arm had raised a hand and slapped you across the face, you plummeted to the ground—landing with a heavy thud. As they continued to stomp and kick you like you were nothing but waste.

Though, you do notice someone out of the corner of your eye approaching. It was a person, their appearance was clean and not sloppy like the group fo men that hovers above you and is currently stomping on you—no. The boy—or man, has his hands in the pockets of his clean black jogger pants as his neatly yet messy black curly hair. You don’t miss the silver material on his lips that slightly shines due to the sun light reflecting off of it. The stranger is buff and he looks extremely dangerous to approach, yet you couldn’t help but stare at him as he stares blankly at the group of men beating you senseless—like your father.

“Oh look, we have an audience.” The man with the dirty blonde hair had chuckled when he noticed the stranger approaching them, his eyes widened with excitement as he pulled on your bruised leg. Causing you to yelp out in pain, it’s almost pathetic having a handsome stranger watching you get beat up like some two dollar whore off the street.

You continue to shield yourself from the hits that the group of men gives you as you hear the stranger speak, his voice is deep and sexy, something out of those forbidden books you’ve managed to get your hands on in the library—once, because once your father found out you were going to the library, he cut your little vacation trip off.

And in a flash, the handsome stranger grabs the dirty blonde male by his collar, landing a punch to his face. The male stumbles back with a loud cry, “MY FUCKING NOSE!”

Your vision begans to go blurry, and you don’t even notice your being lifted off the ground. No room in questioning the stranger because you pass out right after.

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Vampire Boy || Ch.1 - jjk.

Fumbling with your keys, you tried to wedge them between your fingers, your pocketknife a reassuring weight in your other pocket. It was late, dark, and winter had a way of making everything eerily silent.

SHAMELESS ⊹ jeon jeonkook

summary: unsatisfied with your current relationship, you find yourself swept into an affair with a regular at your gym. it turns out he’s not the sweet, charming man you fooled yourself into believe he was but for some reason, you keep going back to him.

⊹ genre/au: gym instructor!y/n x jungkook. infidelity au. obsessive [she/her. afab] yandere

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[ song inspo: the greatest — billie eillish. phantom bride — deftones. jigsaw falling into place — radiohead. red sex — vessel ]

Pairing: Doctor! Jungkook x Assistant! Fem! Reader

Warnings: ANGST, employer x employee, patients in a coma, medical terms, detachment, low self-esteem, diseases, symptoms, death, Jungkook is married, fluff?, yearning, child neglect? (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.6k words

A/N: Chapter 1 is here, darlings! I am so excited for this story and I hope you will like it as well. I'll do my best to keep updates as fast as I can but please be patient with me.

Let me know your thoughts in the comments, darlings! I'd love to hear from you!

☕Caffeinate me so I can keep on writing! ☕

easy || jungkook angst/fluff

Summary: Date you, win a bet, get his rent paid off. Sounds promising enough, right? Jungkook should’ve known that his ambitions would end in disaster, but even if he did, that still wouldn’t have stopped him from pursuing you.

Warning: cursing, crude humor, fuckboy talk

Genre: college!au, fuckboy!au, bet!trope, angst, fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Premise: In which Jungkook accepts a bet from Taehyung to date the first girl that walks into the lecture hall and realizes that he bit off more than he could chew when starts to catch feelings. Now, he has to suffer the consequences of being an idiot.

Commission Request: @altus-gens​

Word Count: 9,203 words

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It’s not like Jungkook planned to be one of the most sought after person in Yonsei University, but it somehow turned out to be that way. Truthfully, he basks in it, loves that so many people idolize him for doing the bare minimum. He was handsome after all and had a level of charm that surpassed the need to have a good personality. 

He got into such a prestigious school through an athletic scholarship for Taekwondo, managed to convince his professors to pass him when he put in minimal effort, and there was no shortage of girls to call when he was feeling lonely for a night. He was the stereotypical ‘it’ boy on campus and maybe if he was a little bit smarter, he’d have a better choice of friends than the six idiots he always hangs around with.

“How about this,” Taehyung starts, gum in his mouth, “the first girl who walks in, you have to successfully get in her pants.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. They were in a damn lecture hall and yet Taehyung had no shame bringing up sex. Typical.

“This again, bro?” Hoseok sighed. “Aren’t you sick of bribing us to do weird shit for you?”

Taehyung smirked.

“Not at all, actually.”

“For how much?” Namjoon cut in, probably curious for the price point Taehyung would arrange this time. He was fired from his job just a week ago and could really use the money. “I’ll do it if it’s enough to pay for my rent this month.”

Taehyung scoffs, although knowing full well he could pay for all of the boys’ tuitions combined if he wanted to. He was the resident rich bachelor on campus after all.

“I’ll pay it for a full year and your utility bills too if you’re really down,” Taehyung flaunts. “You just gotta have proof you actually managed to do it.”

“Dude that’s gross,” Seokjin chimes in, “No one wants to send you proof of us doing it with a random girl.”

Taehyung shakes his head.

“No, no, no,” he says, clicking his tongue. “I phrased it incorrectly. I’m not a fucking pervert.”

“You got us fooled,” Jimin mutters. 

Taehyung leans in closer to the six boys and even Jungkook finds himself getting intrigued. Admittedly, he was a little curious considering he hasn’t had a proper meal in weeks. He could really use having some extra cash for food without worrying about rent.

“You have to date the girl for like three months,” Taehyung says seriously, “and I’ll consider that as enough proof that you managed to actually do it since I know you guys are too horny to wait any longer than that to fuck.”

They all look at Taehyung in disgust, Jimin even opting to hit him in the back of the head for being so vulgar. To be fair, they were all thinking of accepting Taehyung’s bet regardless. It’s not like they were new to leading girls on anyway.

“You gotta pay me more than that to fuck just any girl,” Yoongi says, yawning in the process. He seemed the least likely to take up Taehyung’s offer, but he was still game depending on the person.

“Then how would you feel,” Taehyung starts, “if I told you guys that I could get you priority registration for next quarter.”

The boys, even the ones who weren’t interested, were now listening to Taehyung’s every word.

“You mean,” Hoseok gulps, “I could finally get that fucking Organic Chemistry class I need to get out of this hell hole?!”

Taehyung shrugs, an ominous smile on his face.

“Just the perk of having parents who have connections,” Taehyung replies. “I’ll only accept one of you guys to do it though. I don’t wanna have you all fucking the same girl- that’d be weird.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird about this,” he grumbles.

“So are you guys in or not?” Taehyung asks, his patience growing thin.

He lays back on his chair, a smoldering look on his face when they all nod. They were desperate for money after all.

“The next girl that walks in will be the subject of this bet and whoever calls dibs on her first will be the one to woo her,” he says with a stretch of his arms. “Good luck boys.”

They all turned to look at the door and Jungkook watches silently as guy after guy walks into the lecture hall. No girl yet. 

Jungkook was hoping, from the bottom of his heart, that no familiar faces would walk in. If he had to deal with a past fling, he’d have to back out immediately. He never dealt with exes very well.

The guys are at the edge of their seats, praying for a cute girl to walk through that didn’t already know about their horrible reputation. They were looking for an easy target, someone that could fall for their charms almost immediately.

And then, you walk in. You were clad in sweats with earphones on, rushing toward the front row seats of the lecture hall. You were chatting with your friends, yawning several times throughout your conversation with them. Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk. There was nothing special about you to point out, in fact, you were just like everyone else. Strangely enough, he found that the most intriguing part about you.

"Nope, nope, nope,” Jimin shakes his head repeatedly. “Can’t, won’t, never will. Sorry, Tae.”

They all stare at him in confusion.

“What the fuck, what’s wrong with her?” Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin faces away from you, not wanting to look at you any longer.

“No, nothing,” there seems to be a blush forming on his face. He was hiding something.

“Bullshit,” Taehyung furrows his brows. “Bro, if she’s crazy and one of us gets our dick bitten off, we’re all blaming you, so spit it out.”

Jimin just sighs.

“She’s been giving me Professor Kwon’s notes for the past few weeks,” he starts, much to the confusion of his friends. “Her name is [Y/N]. It’ll be really mean if I go after her, especially since she and I are kind of friends. Plus, I really need to pass this class. I failed last quarter…”

The boys groan. Jimin was no fun.

“She’s not my type so I don’t think I could really get into it either,” Seokjin states, no longer interested in the prize after Jimin’s confession. He’s been banking off of your notes from him too. 

“Aren’t we all old enough to know not to mess with people’s feelings?” Hoseok sighs.

They roll their eyes at Hoseok’s statement. Who was he trying to fool with the nice guy act? He probably fooled around with girls just as much as the other guys did.

“Yeah, I’m backing out,” Yoongi agrees, “and she hates me so there’s that.”

They all look at him questioningly and he puts his hands up in the air from their gazes.

“What? I just realized who she’s talking to down there.”

He pointed at a girl discreetly, but no one seemed to recognize her.

“Her friend and I dated,” Yoongi continues, “and I broke up with her over text and blocked her without letting her respond. That whole friend group is pretty much pissed at me. I’d rather not have to deal with them again.”

The guys look disapprovingly at him. Breaking up over text was harsh, but probably not the worst thing Yoongi has done to his exes.

“You’re actually a piece of shit,” Namjoon sighs. "I really do need my rent paid though…“

Jungkook nods in agreement. It’s been almost impossible to balance Taekwondo practices, college papers, and working a part-time job all at once. If he could somehow find a way to quit his job for a while and get priority registration for classes, then he doesn’t mind getting his hands a little dirty in the process. Plus, you were cute enough and he’s sure you weren’t too difficult to befriend as long as he doesn’t mention Yoongi in any conversations.

"I’m in,” Jungkook chides, finally saying something after such a long period of silence.

They all look at him with disbelief in their eyes. Jungkook was never the one to partake in Taehyung’s bets. In fact, he was the one usually ridiculing them for participating. He must have been really desperate if he was willing to do it.

“I mean, it’s all yours if you want,” Namjoon replies, “I don’t wanna turn it into a competition.”

“Don’t worry dude,” Jungkook fist bumps Namjoon, “I’ll quit my job and refer you for it.”

They nod at each other as if they were on the same wavelength. 

“I knew I could rely on you,” Namjoon says, faking tears from his eyes. The boys groan in response.

“Alright,” Taehyung claps his hands. “In exchange for providing me some mindless entertainment and going out with [Y/N], you will get your rent paid for the rest of the year and get early registration for next quarter. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“I don’t know about this, guys…”

Jungkook doesn’t hear him and instead takes one last look at you. You catch him in the corner of your eye and you can’t help but feel flustered at his serious expression. 

“Should be easy enough,” he mutters to himself and turns his gaze back onto his friend.

“So we have a deal?” Taehyung asks.

He smirks, shaking the outreached hand Taehyung held out for him. He steals another glance at you and he finds you staring right back. He gives you a wink.

“Deal.”

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Dissonance (Part 3) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (f) ft. Jimin

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Genre/Tags: coworker!JK, enemies to lovers, smutttttt, slow burn (ish?), ANGST

Word Count: 9028

Synopsis: Giving you what you wanted seemed to put more of a rift between you and Jungkook. How could you enjoy his every touch, but despise him for it at the same time? Now you were stuck working on a huge project together, adding to the tension building between you two. High tensions and deadlines finally brought things to a head, forcing some truth out of each of you. But somehow that only seemed to make things worse. You couldn't handle it anymore. You needed a distraction. And what better distraction than a certain pretty red-haired man that you worked with?

Note: the plot and smut might be equal for once lmfao. as always, i hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! (longer note at the end)