one where there’s no easy way out. The money, the pretending, the rules… everything just got way more complicated, and the way Jungkook is looking at him right now says he’s not letting this go anytime soon.
🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
saw someone else do it so let me give y'all my fav fic in each trope—
enemies to lovers: https://t.co/ZRGhtIJNUM
fake dating: https://t.co/ESoPCx4jLq
roommates: https://t.co/xME9hoavEU
strangers 2 lovers: https://t.co/LRxiFUf3EO
found fam: https://t.co/TgiJIkRWW4
Not all of them are stalker fics but here’s some dark/obsessed jjk 🖤
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https://t.co/5pWZ10b6Lw
https://t.co/U9SDwdCfhU
https://t.co/ENNaQVGkDg
https://t.co/PEDFu81raU
https://t.co/jFa1t42KBW
https://t.co/hmrUGLWszJ
https://t.co/QnEm7fcxKe
"Why? Tell me about your life."
Taehyung grabs the pencil out of Jungkook’s hand and threatens the alpha with it. "I swear I will stab this in your eye if you won’t stop and focus on math."
Jungkook laughs. "Feisty." He sighs and finally looks at the book. "Fine."
A #taekookau where omega Taehyung knows this is wrong, so incredibly wrong. The mere thought of harboring even the slightest romantic feelings for the boy he had once cared for, raised, and loved as if he were his own, makes his heart race in all the wrong ways.
#taekookau 🔞
"I want to knot."
“Okay?” Taehyung muttered, barely looking up from his phone, assuming it was just another one of Jungkook’s random thoughts.
But when he was met with silence he looked up.
"What?” he frowned , “Want Hyung to help you find an omega, Kook?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow.
Jungkook stepped closer, his presence suffocating.
“And if there was another way,” he said quietly, “we wouldn’t be standing here while he dies.”
Hyunsik froze.
Jungkook turned back to Taehyung— his expression unreadable.
“…We don’t have a choice.”
"No!" Taehyung repeated, more stubborn now, wiping his tears roughly with the back of his hand. “You don’t understand.”
Hyunsik’s expression tightened. “Then make me understand.”
Taehyung’s hands curled into his shirt, pressing against his chest. “It’s not just that I like him,” he said, quieter now. “There’s… something else.”
Hyunsik frowned. “Something else?”
“I can feel him,” Taehyung whispered.
The room stilled.
Hyunsik’s expression shifted. “What do you mean—”
“I don’t know how to explain it!” Taehyung snapped, frustrated, shaking his head. “But when he’s close, I can feel it here—” he pressed harder against his chest, “I can feel my alpha howling with joy and my omega cowering in fear.”
His breath hitched.
“And when he’s not…” his voice dropped, almost breaking, “…it doesn’t go away. It just feels wrong. Like something is missing.”
"Good morning Mr Jeon," one of the maids greeted him with a bow to which he just nodded, before walking past her.
“I regret being here,” Yoongi muttered under his breath.
“Me too,” Jungkook agreed, already moving toward his designated seat.
His mood had been sour since morning and this noise and chaos made it even worse.
He pushed himself up too quickly, the sudden movement making his head spin. “What do you mean my scent changed?”
Hoseok finally looked at him.
“You didn’t notice?” he asked, slower now.
Taehyung’s breath hitched. “Notice what?”
“Your scent…” he began, hesitating for a second. “It’s not like forest and rain anymore.”
Taehyung’s stomach dropped.
“It’s more like… lavender and tulip.”
“What?” Taehyung shouted, the word ripping out of him before he could stop it.
He staggered back a step, disbelief flashing across his face. “That’s not possible. That’s not—” he ran a hand through his hair, breathing uneven. “My scent cannot just change like that.”
#taekookau 🔞 where ;
“Hyung, it’s 3 a.m.,” Jungkook mutters, voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing?”
A very flushed and breathless Taehyung appears on the screen.
“Kookie,” he whined, eyes glossy, “P-Please. I—I can’t sleep…”
Jungkook lets out a low chuckle.
#taekookau 🔞
Mafia Jungkook couldn’t tear his gaze away from the boy swaying to the music a few tables down—wine bottle in hand, lips pouty, eyes half-lidded like sin wrapped in silk.
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"Who's he?"
"Kim Taehyung, sir. The President's youngest son."
bigger than the whole sky #taekookau
˙⋆✮ 9k
˙⋆✮ omega TH
˙⋆✮ alpha JK
˙⋆✮ exes to lovers
˙⋆✮ hurt/comfort
˙⋆✮ grief
˙⋆✮ scenting
˙⋆✮ nesting
˙⋆✮ age gap
written for @btsxtswiftfest
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“Just don’t—” Hyunsik ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before turning back to him. “We’ll talk to Hoseok. He’ll figure something out, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll just go get—”
“No.”
Taehyung’s voice cut through him. Hyunsik stopped mid-step.
“No,” Taehyung repeated, slower this time, eyes lifting to meet his. “You are not telling Hoseok. Or anyone.”
“Taehyung—”
“I mean it.”