Friday nights with JK and Yoongi always felt like slipping into a familiar, comfortable routine. At JK's apartment, the scene was set: takeout containers spread out, the smell of 삼겹살(samgyeopsal) mingling with the sharp tang of empty soju bottles. We'd foregone karaoke tonight, instead choosing to lose ourselves in a movie. I nestled between them on the couch, my head finding its usual resting place on Yoongi's shoulder. His warmth was a soothing backdrop, and I tucked my feet under JK's legs. His thighs, always a reliable source of heat, wrapped around my toes like a cozy blanket.... ***As with all my stories this is a complete work of fiction made strictly for entertainment purposes. Nothing here is to be taken seriously. Now let's enjoy the ride 😏***

⤿ 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 ꩜ [𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥] ✅ ❝ My gaze flicked up to his, and that was all it took. Jungkook's mouth was on mine, fierce and demanding, leaving no space for second thoughts. The kiss was hard, urgent - nothing soft or hesitant about it. My back hit the door with a muted thud as he crowded me against it, his hands framing my face, his fingers threading into my hair. Every coherent thought shattered, scattering like glass. A hot, electric pulse surged through me, melting away every boundary I had clung to. I felt desire coil deep within, dark and consuming, snapping the last threads of my restraint. Even then, I tried to pull away, my breath catching. "No," he murmured, his voice low, raw with need as he brought my mouth back to his. His lips were relentless, drawing me back under, just like before. I surrendered, my hands slipping beneath his jacket, feeling the warmth of his body, pulling him closer, needing him closer. ⚠️ 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍! ⚠️ ꜱᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ‼️ All rights reserved © fanTAEshi

"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

She's forced into a world of secrets and lies. Filled with a danger and vices foreign to the life she's lived. For him it's the only world he's ever known.... What happened when her fiery, defiant attitude meet his cold menacing presence. When her inquisitive nature threatens to unravel and uncover secrets meticulously crafted.... Will he stay the course and keep silent? Or will her persistence and compassion break through his cold exterior and break through years of distrust and emotional isolation? Only time will tell....