You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he's back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him. -- genre: angst, fluff, smut; exes au, parents au (18+) -- pairing: baseball player Jungkook x (f.) reader -- warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, talks of insecurities, explicit sexual content

'Should we do this?' I whispered against his lips. They form into a small smirk. 'I don't know, should we?' He asks, grinning. He starts to walk away, but I grab his wrists, pulling him back. 'I'm your boss, you're my assistant.' He whispers. I nod. 'I know.' I say. 'Fuck it.' He whispers under his breath, before slamming his lips onto mine. Y/N shouldn't be falling for her boss, but things take an interesting turn...

When a mysterious number text Y/n, she becomes attached to the person on the other end. After hearing a voicemail from his friends phone, Changbin takes the number and begins texting them himself. Contains: some language, recreational substance use not representative of anybody irl

stray kids ||changbin|| [COMPLETED] he needed a reason to smile