It takes less than three summers for you to fall hopelessly in love with Jeon Jungkook, but only one night for him to turn that stupid teenage crush into history. Ten years later, when you uproot your entire life to finally pursue your dream of opening a bakery, you find yourself right across the street from him again, and realize that maybe your crush on him isn't quite "history" after all.

"I don't want a 'logical' partner. I want someone who actually gives a damn, and you clearly don't." Y/N wanted a guy who cared. Jeon Jungkook didn't even know how to pretend. At twenty-six, Y/N has it all together. She runs a thriving bakery and is the designated 'reliable friend' to a wild group of guys she's known since high school. But being the only single friend in a sea of aggressively doting couples is starting to sting. Just once...just for once, she'd like to be the one being taken care of. Thrust into a week-long cabin vacation with her overly-affectionate friends, Y/N is forced into the orbit of Jimin's strange, silent colleague. Jungkook is a numbers guy. He speaks in percentages, avoids eye contact, and has an unapologetic, nonchalant attitude that drives Y/N insane. They are a statistical impossibility. He's ice...she's warmth. He calculates...she feels. He's a rage-baiter...she gets rage-baited. But when his blunt logic finally pushes Y/N to tears, the human spreadsheet malfunctions. Jungkook realizes that being 'cool' and 'efficient' has just cost him the only girl he's ever noticed. Now, the ultimate nonchalant guy is on a mission to win her over. Step one: Un-nonchalant yourself. Step two: Figure out how to hold a conversation. Step three: Destroy anyone who makes her cry. ©rosetintedquill

"Did you know you moan so pretty? It's a deep violet color." Welcome to the slowburn distress chamber. pure color. (n.) a frequency that sounds like silence. the recording was never meant for him. • x female!reader, colorblind; •synesthesia ! jungkook •explicit mentions of sex, alcohol, strong language ©n1cot1ne3 2026

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 Why didn't you tell me there's a ghost in this apartment?!" she demanded, poking his forehead in frustration. Jungkook flinched slightly, his eyes widening. "Did... did you just touch me?" Juliet frowned. "Uh, yeah? What's wrong with you? Answer my question first!" He let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "I've never met someone as dense as you." Her patience was wearing thin. "What are you even talking about?!" Jungkook looked her straight in the eye. "Juliet," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "I AM THE GHOST."

He was cold-like ice untouched by sunlight. His heart, sealed behind walls of stone, knew nothing of tenderness. To him, intimacy was not affection, but power; not connection, but control. His world was ruled by lust, fueled by rage, and void of softness. But then came her. She wasn't supposed to matter. Yet, her presence unsettled him. Her silence screamed louder than words, and her eyes-those haunted, pleading eyes-chipped away at his edges. His body betrayed him first, drawn to her like fire to dry wood. He didn't know if he wanted to possess her... or destroy her. And in the space between desire and destruction, a game began. A game of love. And betrayal. --thebadjeon

[ON HOLD] The Perfect Match is a modern dating app that uses in-app quizzes to bring highly compatible people together based on their personalities, likes, dislikes, sense of humor, and even sexual kinks. So how the fuck did you get matched with your nasty neighbor? Jeon Jungkook x Reader

The idea of going to a chilly city like Sapporo for a bachelor's trip sounded rather absurd to Choi So-you. But then again, her cousin Kim Namjoon never stuck to the usual ways. Four days, she thought. Four chilly days of goofying around with her friends. Four days of making tipsy confessions to them. Four days of wholesome memories. But destiny often reveals itself in the moments we least except. Who knew it would all change just because she tumbled over a slope. Genre: Angst, romance, slow burn, fluff, slice-of-life Tropes: Strangers to lovers Micro-Trope: Biker(JK)xReader(OC) Ongoing. Started: 7th December 2025 Completed: - !WARNING!: contains alcohol consumption, foul language, character(s) with PTSD, mention and slight depiction of abuse, mentions and slight depictions of sexual intimacy.

She was the Goddess of Chaos in the Heavens. The mischief maker of the realm. But this one time, she goes a little too far with her mischief. She causes a huge war in the human realm resulting in thousands of deaths. Does she regret? No. That's the problem. "You do not realise the gravity of what you did, right Velatrix? " When the Heavenly emperor questioned her, she smiled. "My lord, I'm the Goddess of Chaos. It's my nature to bring disaster. What am I supposed to do? Regret? Why? Just like the God of luck brings luck and prosperity to the kingdom and people, I bring disasters" And that's how she found herself in a body of a human princess. The emperor had turned back time and made her the princess who never existed before. But what's up with her new human brothers who are pestering her every day like some bugs?