She moved in to start over. He barely noticed. But that is until he couldn't help but notice.

"It was only a matter of time before you finally realised that I'm completely and utterly infatuated by you". A story of girl meets boy. under editing :)

"You are gonna divorce me, right? I heard you on the call the other day..." Lee Aera revealed the truth she had been knowing, to her husband, Jeon Jungkook. There were lots of things he was trying to cover it up but how much does his wife know? Caught in the dangerous path of loss and testament, Jungkook struggles to find out the righteous path. "He is there but also not at the same time...". -Lee Aera "Work, is my priority... Always" -Jeon Jungkook "In the middle of road, I found my way back to him...". - Park Hana

Author: kpopfanfictrash Genre: Second Chance Romance / Modern Fantasy Pairing: Jungkook / Reader (she/her) Synopsis: Fear has never been a foreign concept to you. Your entire life has been shaped by the knowledge that you're different, and fear of the stigma which might follow discovery. Although fire, earth, air and water Elementals have been public for decades, the fear-mongering around your kind hasn't changed; something you have intimate knowledge of, having experienced it firsthand. Since then, you've done your best to hide your water powers. This is for your own safety, as your mom likes to say. Safety flies out the window though, when you fall in love. Jeon Jungkook isn't just any love, either, he's the love. The person who makes you feel as though your darkest corners deserve to be seen. Unable to control your magic around him, you find yourself faced with a horrible fact: you need to break up. A plan which proves difficult when Jungkook simply refuses to go. And maybe, just maybe, you find the constraints placed on yourself don't make sense anymore. Rating: 18+ Warnings: death of a parent (past), some emotional abuse NSFW Warnings: oral (woman and man), multiple orgasms (woman), fingering, hand job, face-riding, sex outdoors (in a secluded, private area), very slight ass-play, breast play Word Count: 32,487 Author's Note: If it hasn't already been gathered from the plot synopsis, Y/N breaks up with Jungkook at the start of this fic. If you really and truly cannot handle that, please do not read LOL

"We're getting married, but don't expect me to fall for you. This is all fake love." --- BOOK ONE IN THE FAKE LOVE SERIES --- Started: 2018/07/04 Ended: 2019/04/19 --- Highest Ranking: #4 in [fakelove] #27 in [jk] #20 in [btsjungkook] #11 in [âu] #20 in [kpopidols] #49 in [cheater] #40 in [jeon] #1 in [btsjk] #2 in [arrangedmarriage] #13 in [kpop]

"What's your favourite drink?" he directed the question at Jungkook, yet you couldn't help but answer with him. "Banana milk." you both said in sync. "You really are my parents." This story is an old one, but it's uploaded cause why not

❝The one rule I had, I broke.❞ ❝And what was that?❞ ❝To not fall for you.❞ ✧❁❁❁✧❂✧❁❁❁✧ ➺ MAFIA AU >>> BOOK 2 // spin-off book to "moonstruck" ➺ mafioso!Jungkook x undercover cop!reader ➺ Started: Sept 28, 2019 || Completed: Nov 16, 2019 © tropicalxsabotage 2019 *i don't own any rights to the gifs, pictures, music, or videos used in this story*

Husband - "You are a woman and you are made to pleasure me"

At thirty-three, *everything* seems to be going wrong. A broken engagement. Endless family speculation. And a relentless societal pressure to conform to expectations of marriage and motherhood that feels suffocating. When the annual family reunion rolls around, you're prepared for another night of uncomfortable interrogations and not-so-subtle matchmaking attempts. What you aren't prepared for is the unexpected arrival of Jungkook-your best friend's little brother, who left years ago and has now returned transformed. Gone is the gangly teenager you once knew. In his place stands a successful professional with a career on the rise and a presence that immediately unsettles your carefully constructed defenses. Jungkook isn't just another potential romantic prospect; he's a force that threatens to completely upend your meticulously planned resistance to traditional life paths. As boundaries blur and unexpected connections form, you find yourself confronting not just family expectations, but your own deeply held beliefs about love, success, and personal fulfillment. With Jungkook's sudden reappearance, you must navigate a complex emotional landscape that challenges everything you thought you knew about yourself. - This fic is loosely inspired by the k-drama, 'Something in the Rain'. The MC is significantly older (9 years) than Jungkook, and if you don't like that, then you can skip this story. 💜 You can find the sequel to this titled, 'This Is Us'. - ✨ genre/au: romance, drama, angst, younger man, older woman, best friends younger brother, friends to lovers, age gap, smut ✨ total word count: 42k -- This story is intended for mature audiences. All characters in this story are for entertainment purposes only. -- minors dni 🔞 Edited: Feb 2022 Fininished Editing: Dec 2022

"You're really sick you know. I can't imagine someone being as mean and selfish as you, 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘐𝘷𝘺." He says, as he finally let go of her. "Only if you had known my viewpoint, 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬. Only if you knew." She barely whispers out as she struggles to hold in her tears that threaten to fall. ◔◕◖◗◕◔ Words aren't enough to delineate the hate she receives, yet this self made billionaire walks with her chin up and shoulders braced facing them all with her charms and sass. Until she meets him, whose words strike a chord in her dead heart as it stammers out its first beat in many years, just for him. Intertwine their fates, and spice up their hearts and souls. Changing what the world knows and revealing what they must have known. Viewpoints told, viewpoints untold, viewpoints misunderstood, viewpoints ignored. What does the future hold for them on mixing their past and present? ❝Fuck the stars. Let's write our own fate.❞ -𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭- Highest Ranking: #5 in angst #24 in fanfiction #33 in bts #78 in army #89 in btsfanfic © kaakoi™ 2020 ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪsᴍ ɪs ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ.