Pairing:Namjoon x Female Reader (ft. Hoseok and Seokjin)
Word Count: 3.9k
Rating: PG-13
Genres:SFW,Soulmate AU, Angst (Future Fluff)
Summary: The timer on your wrist is ticking away until the moment you get to meet your soulmate. You often spend time daydreaming about your him. The time remaining on the timer has fluctuated throughout your life. Each big decision you or your soulmate makes can have an affect on the timer. A week before you finally get to meet, the timer gets extended by an additional forty years.
Warnings:Mentions of drugs, drug dealing, drug lording, meth labs, death, murder, blood, scary guys being scary dudes, someone gets arrested, but there is not smut lmao.
A/N:Proud to be part of Bangtan Scenery’s April Showers Bring May Flowers Collab! This is the first part of this fic. Part two will be coming in May! I may also do a NSFW one shot later this year. I’m excited to continue working on my soulmate series (one for each member). They are all based on songs by Waterparks, check out Sleep Alone.
The street is deserted, only one parked car about a few feet away. He sneaks around the corner into the alleyway. Careful not to step on any debris or in any puddles, he slinks past the dumpster overflowing with garbage. He can barely make it out in the dark, but he’s found the door with the marking.
He reaches into his back pocket for his lock picking kit, but when he begins to work on the door he finds it unlocked. He pauses, unsure if he should continue inside, but the overwhelming metallic scent of blood floods his nostrils.
He rushes into the building. The first room is large and dim. But he can see boxes, buckets, beakers, tubing, and trash everywhere. It’s a meth lab. The smell of ammonia starts to overtake the smell of the blood. Until he sees two bodies in the next room and one big puddle of blood between them.
As he approaches cautiously he begins to recognize one of the people. Dae-hyun. He falls to his knees. The one person he was trying to protect from all this. Before the grief strikes him, there’s a crash from the other room. And footsteps. And then his chest is on the ground, the breath knocked out of him, a knee in his back. A booming voice.
“Kim Namjoon, you are under arrest for the murders of Jung Dae-hyun and Yoo Young-jae. You have the right to remain silent…”
❀Wordcount: +15k ❀Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | College!AU ● Enemies to lovers!AU ❀Jungkook x Reader (ft. Yoongi) ❀Description:when your life entangles with Jeon Jungkook’s (the shallow fucker you can’t stand with every fiber of your being) through a series of unfortunate events, you think that destiny has a rotten sense of humor. But, as time passes, you come to grips with an inescapable truth: there’s more to him than you think. What if he just needs someone to give him a chance?
❀Warnings:alcohol consumption, mention of death (a family member passed away), Jungkook is the South Korean Patrick Swayze and this will turn into a Dirty Dancing!AU nobody asked for.
❀A/N:I still can’t believe I’m writing something about Jungkook, it’s like leaving the comfort zone—anyway, I’m used to write enemies to lovers stories where characters despite each other and there’s no room for attraction. Things here went a little bit different though and I kind of enjoy how it’s turning out? I consider this an experiment. I know that this first part is long (in all honesty, chapters will be around this length for the most part) but I hope someone will give it a chance :) Good read ♡
When your father told you he met a very delightful woman during your uncle’s birthday party ten months ago (a traumatic experience you spared yourself feigning a sudden stomach-ache on the very day of the hellacious event), you accepted the news with a shrug, and an imperceptible scrunch in your nose (mostly because the alarm clock read 10:43 AM and no human being should receive a phone call on Sunday morning before 03:00 PM). Then, you mumbled: “Yeah, great, happy for you dad. Sorry, but I gotta go. Jogging is waiting for me,” before cocooning yourself once again in your sheets -desperately trying to sober up from a five-rounds of Vodka shots you had the night before in the company of your theatre group.
Oddly, the abrupt news didn’t put you in any uncomfortable position.
