★ In which a curious mechanic sneaks into an illegal racing club, only to be caught by their #1 driver. ★ 「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ACTION 」 - SET IN WESTSIDE L.A, 2006. 🏁 #1 in Jeonjungkook, Beyondthescenes & many more. Love you Gatti girlies 💚🖤 ⚠️ ALL RACES ARE WELCOME HERE, JUST DON'T USE THE N-WORD IF YOU'RE NOT BLACK. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, RENOVATE, ADAPT OR SPOIL! ⚠️ © -kimtaesan ☆

Her smile was too sweet, her eyes too captivating. She had the type of laugh to right the wrongs in my life and the type of love certain to make any man fall, including me. She was destined for greatness, but I couldn't leave well enough alone. Now my heart lies shattered, along with her. JUNGKOOK X FEMALE CHARACTER Started: 03/06/2022 Finished: 18+

"I don't want to take you home yet" JK muttered with a sigh at the end. I glanced at his side profile as he kept his eyes on the road ahead. "You can always come inside if you want" I said quietly, hoping he would say yes. He looked at me quickly, eyes drifting from my own to look at my lips before looking back the road, tightening his grip on the steering wheel with his hand. "If we were alone in a house, you know as well as I do that neither one of us would be able to keep our hands off one another," he breathed and licked his lips, "it won't be the same how we are with other people around us and in a public place" My lips parted, my thoughts going directly to what he said about how we would be completely alone. We were alone right now, but because he was driving, it was still just safe drifting touches with our hands. The fact that his hand was on my thigh was just showing how comfortable he was getting in a position in where we couldn't physically do anything. "What's wrong with that?" I said quietly. JK glanced at me quickly, taking in my serious expression. "Clari, I'm not after some one time thing, I think both you and I are thinking the exact same thing. I want to show you that I have respect for you... and I want to prove to myself that I can wait, although don't blame me if I break" he replied, I saw the side of his smirk on his lips at the end of the sentence. I breathed out a smile. He cleared his throat, "Because once I fall deeper down this hole, there won't be any coming back up it" Such a warm feeling spread from around my chest. I reached up, took my thumb to run along his sharp jaw, before putting my hand back down, "I'll be at the bottom ready to catch you" -♕- COMPLETED ✔️ RANKINGS #1 in jkxreader #1 in btsfanfic #1 in jeonjungkook -♕- || WARNING - MATURE AND SENSITIVE CONTENT, STRONG LANGUAGE

They didn't want to be virgins when they graduated. Two friends agree to let go of their innocence together, no strings attached. Life had other plans. |+18 content| BTS Fanfiction Awards 2020 longlist Highest Rankings 🥇 #1 jungkookxreader (10/2019) #1 jjk (10/2019) #1 maknae (11/2019) #8 coming of age (12/2019) #5 first-time (1/2020) #1 btsfanfic (3/2020) #1 kpopfanfic (5/2020)

They survived high school and overcame the obstacles that tried to break them apart. Together they adapt to college life and work, all while caring for their new baby. Now, two friends turned lovers prepare for their wedding. Life had other plans. The continuation of 40 Weeks. Bring tissues. Updates on Tuesday's, some random time, usually late at night, Eastern Standard Time. Highest Rankings 🏅 #1 unconditionallove (12/2019) #1 maknae (4/2020) #4 bittersweet (4/2020)

It's hard being a hybrid at a university that looks down on its not-quite human students, but in exchange for the superior education at the prestigious school, he's willing to endure the hardships of being treated as a lesser person. At least he has it easier than his friends, who have gone through disaster after disaster in their campus home, affectionately called Hybrid Hall, thanks to the people they've unfortunately had to share a dorm with. But after an unusually lucky year of being solitary, third year aeronautics major Jeon Jungkook finally gets a roommate. And he can't stand her. |Mature themes| Sexual content Drug use Attempted suicide Self-harm