Or, Jungkook’s Ex-fiances Can Really Hold a Grudge
Ot7 x reader (jungkook x reader focus, eventual poly relationship, dark romance, manipulation and toxic relationships, violence, the boys are not nice :/ )
A/N: I’m reformatting the story to make it more uniform when I start uploading more chapters, the first couple chapters are a little shorter, but they will get longer and I plan for the plot to get kinda heavy. The boys are going to be very unhinged and unapologetic about it, soooo yeah.
When you got in the car with Jungkook, you’d noticed he seemed a little off.
Which was fine, being undercover got to you sometimes, the idea of who could be watching a little unsettling. “Hey baby,” you said, kissing him on the cheek. That seemed to melt him.
He pulled the car away from the curb with a sweet smile. “Hi, love, how was your day?”
“Oh, it was fantastic. The people at my cover job are so kind! They’re having a potluck and I’m making brownies.”
“That’s awesome, your brownies are delicious.”
“I know. But I realized on my way out that we don’t have any vanilla extract. And you know my brownies taste better with white chocolate chips, so we have to–” You were cut off by Jungkook taking a sharp left turn down a back street. “Kookie?”
“Huh?” He asked fixated on something in the rear view mirror. “Oh, keep talking, baby, you need white chocolate?” He sped down the street, taking another sharp left, then a right.
“Is someone trailing us?”
“Um,” he glanced at you, biting his lip nervously. “Kind of?”
“Kind of?!”
After he circled around the block twice, he sighed, “Okay, I think we lost them.”
“Who?”
He opened his mouth then closed it again. “I… I’ll tell you once we’re home.”
Once you were home, he didn’t calm down much, frantically locking all the doors and windows in the house.
“Kookie please talk to me. What’s happening?”
“Um,” he started. “Did I ever tell you that I was engaged before?”
“No!”
“Well, I was. To six people. That happen to be Bangtan Sonyeondan.”
“What?!The fucking mafia, are you crazy?!”
A thud hit a window behind you. Then another, then a brick smashed through the window.
“Kookie, baby! It’s been so long since we talked! Why are you running from us?” A voice called from outside the window. Jungkook ran to it, glaring at who ever was down there.
“That’s cause you’re a fuckingsicko!”
“That’s not nice to say to your husbands, baby!”
“Fuckyou!”
This looks like a fun fic! Count me in for the ride ♡
Summary: AU where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s too. Except when all seven members of BTS happen to be your soulmate… well, that presents a small challenge. Legally speaking.
Tags: comedy, possessiveness, namjoon is trying is best, high EQ sassy jimin, polyamory, fluff, domestic bliss, slow burn, chaotic bts, chaotically whipped bts, soft dom yoongi, jin & taehyung are little shits, jungkook is a brat, why is hobi scary, moderately paced self-indulgent brainrot
“You are not sleeping over,” You enunciate, shirt lopsided, covered in hickeys.
The single tuft of hair poking out the blanket wiggles a little and announces, after much ado, “Yes I am.”
“No, but this bed fits one person,” You tell it, patience an infinite well.
The blanket cocoon scoots generously towards the edge, leaving exactly enough space for half of a person. Taehyung pokes his face out and argues, the actual epitome of insanity, “No, it fits two.”
“Could fit three, I think,” muses Jimin, from behind you.
You whip around so fast, Jimin has to steady you with a hand on your waist.
Summary: AU where whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate’s too. Except when all seven members of BTS happen to be your soulmate… well, that presents a small challenge. Legally speaking.
Tags: comedy, possessiveness, namjoon is trying is best, high EQ sassy jimin, polyamory, fluff, domestic bliss, slow burn, chaotic bts, chaotically whipped bts, soft dom yoongi, jin & taehyung are little shits, jungkook is a brat, why is hobi scary, moderately paced self-indulgent brainrot
Every day, 7:00 AM on the dot, an unobtrusive little greeting appears on your palm. Unfailingly. Never late, never misplaced, always carefully printed. Sometimes it comes with the weather forecast, sometimes with a song recommendation.
Today the note appears, character by character, slow and tidy:
“It’s raining out. Don’t forget your umbrella :) —Jungkook”
You smile at this.
Though not for long, because every day at 7:03 AM precisely, the single ugliest scrawl humanity has ever seen, screaming “I LOVE KIM SEOKJIN” unravels like a curse over the length of your arm, as if Kim Seokjin is unaware that he’s forcing you to live in long sleeved shirts through the middle of the biggest heatwave in Korean history and that a person can literally die from heatstroke, if not embarrassment.
