"We dated for four years. What's one more week gonna do?" When you and Jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, there's only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend. But somewhere between fake kisses and real feelings, you start to wonder if letting go was ever the right choice at all. → ORIGINALLY POSTED ON TUMBLR ( @ggukivrse ) 041925 - 072025 | WC - 48.4k | COMPLETED © ɢɢᴜᴋɪᴠʀꜱᴇ

❝Marrying me didn't come with a Uno reverse, Mr. Jeon.❞ ‒Thug Wife. Where Jeon Jungkook, a world-class model/actor gets married to a girl he thought he easily could control, little did he know had he married someone who was nothing like his wildest dreams, he had married a thug wife. 『Model/Actor AU』 © milfaari cover art credit to the rightful owner! FIRST IN FANFIC DAMNNNNNNNN

"we will be okay." a jeon jeongguk fanfiction.

"i see dead people." a jeon jeongguk fanfiction.

[COMPLETED] There's a killer stalking the streets of Seoul. Detective Jeon Jungkook is determined to catch him, but when he sees you-with your long black hair and quiet smile-his mission shifts. You fit the killer's pattern perfectly. At first, Jungkook tells himself he's just protecting you. But as his fascination grows, his need to keep you safe turns into something darker. He watches you from the shadows, learns your routine, and lingers just close enough to feel your presence. You're everything he can't resist-and everything he's terrified of losing. But as his obsession deepens, Jungkook begins to forget why he started. The real question isn't whether he can save you from the killer. It's whether he can save you from himself. Cover art by @kthinkerr

[ COMPLETED] It is immoral, it is a sin, it is disgusting, this cannot go on for any longer. Rani has always lived in the shadows-an illegitimate daughter of an Indian king and a Korean governess, tolerated but never embraced. When her father's court falls in a night of blood and betrayal, Rani is forced to flee to her mother's homeland, Korea, seeking refuge and answers. Reinventing herself as a handmaiden in the Korean king's palace, she navigates a world of shifting alliances, dangerous secrets, and whispers of war. Serving the king and his seven sons, Rani is drawn to the youngest prince, whose quiet intensity hides more than it reveals. As she uncovers the truth about her mother's past and the conspiracy that destroyed her home, Rani must decide whom to trust and how far she is willing to go to claim a future of her own-or risk being consumed by the shadows that have always defined her.

Far away, under the sea, exists the merfolk Kingdom of Venetus. Y/N is a warrior princess, sworn to protect the nation she loves. Each night, she and her unit are tasked with patrolling the ocean until one night, they come across an unmarked ship. The ship carries a dangerous secret, one which tears Y/N's ideals apart. In the midst of escaping said danger, Y/N is forced to rely upon a Prince. The Prince of Pirates, to be exact, whose fate and Y/N's seem inexplicably entwined. Whether their meeting will end in joy or heartbreak remains to be seen. (A -very- loose retelling of The Little Mermaid). Original Tumblr Post: https://kpopfanfictrash.tumblr.com/post/186345871706/paralian Pairing: Jungkook / Reader Rating: 18+ (mature themes, character death -- not main) Word Count: 41,878

"pretty girls don't light their own cigarettes." addiction; it felt like hunger. it's become a basic need you would have a drive, to fill. it occupied your thoughts, if ignored for too long. the mind, mouth and hands, longed for it. jeon jungkook. you longed for his love, affection and guidance. he was the man who you were addicted to. he's your cigarette. your love, your obsession. × [ lowercase intended ] OURVANTE © 2021

❝You're never going to be my wife. Never going to be anything close to my Michae. You're just a fucking babysitter for Seol. Don't forget that,❞ he growled, pinning her down with a slewing glare. "Get out of my room." She quivered softly, her doe eyes blinking. "B-But didn't we marry?" Her tiny hands tightened on her plushie. "Marriage doesn't mean dogshit to me." He started pushing her out of his room because there was no way he was letting this freak sleep in here. Crazy childish bitch. "Issok, I'll make Seol a big good girl like me, then you'll like me too, Jungkookie." She grinned, innocent to his hate, and pressed an adorable kiss on his cheeks. "Wanna play-" He harshly shoved her out before she could finish and slammed the room's door shut. Stumbling, her cute little figure fell on the ground and her tushie hurt. "Ow! So mean. Hmph, I don wanna play wichyu too!" She stomped up and went to the other room while clutching on to the plushie for moral support. ... Jeon Jungkook finds himself in the trickiest situation of his life when his family falls in love with a 22 year old woman, who has little space syndrome, and selects her as his second wife. All he can muster up is hate and disgust when he looks at her. No doubt she is amazing with his daughter Seol. That didn't mean she was getting a space in his heart or actually be his wife. She happens to be the sweetest, kindest and adorable death to him, and a beam of sunlight in his bleak dark life. Whatever he had touched had broken down, now she was gifting her joyful touch to it and bringing it back to life. Against his wishes, she was playing with the strings of his heart too easily, without a single clue of being so effortlessly beautiful inside-out. In this unknowing whirl of bringing things back to life, she might have also touched Jungkook's heart and it was coming back alive. For her. Was this the start of falling in love all over again? Why was his cold-heart starting to beat yet again?