Fated; a #taekookau [a/b/o]

Taehyung looks at the butler as the beta holds out the tray towards him. He looks at the small paper with disdain and resignation. He picks it up with a sigh.

There are three lines on it.

A location outside the capital.

Time.

The chosen name.
The ceremony lasts for about a few hours. Taehyung and Jungkook get swiped away by the friends and families. Both them with Yoongi and Jimin are settled side by side as the guests come to congratulate them and hand their gifts to the newlywed couples.

Witnesses #taekookau

There wasn't supposed to be a witness. No one was supposed to see it happen.

One shot. One dull thud of a body hitting the ground. One death registered under his name and yet, no face to attach to him.

He wasn't supposed to be there to witness it all.
So now he knows what Jungkook looks like and now Jungkook needs to get rid of the prince of their country.

"Out of all people who could've seen you," Yoongi rubs a hand down his face, "it had to be him?!"

Jungkook rolls his tongue in his mouth, "of all the people who could've been my right-hand-man, it had to be a whiny, pouty snob that is you?"

माना की हम यार नहीं; a taekook au —

“Happy anniversary, sir.”

Jungkook looks over at his secretary and smiles at him.

It's his wedding anniversary. Nine years of him being Kim Taehyung's husband. His best friend. His first love. His world.

Taehyung loves him, too. He has made these past nine years nothing but memorable for Jungkook.

Yet, Jungkook knows Taehyung never loved him as a lover, and he never will. Jungkook looks at his phone and Taehyung's message is there. A picture of him and their daughter, Jiyu, in front of the Eiffel Tower.

“She missed appa.”

Jungkook smiles at the phone and replies back, “appa misses her, too.”

The next text comes almost immediately, “and, appa doesn't miss papa?”

Jungkook's eyes flicker over to the divorce papers, “appa will always miss papa.”

Pretentious; a #taekookau

“You are home.”

Jungkook stops on his way upstairs and looks at his mother who is walking out of her room. He gives a small nod and watches the man behind her as he fixes his shirt.

“Where have you been for a week, bub?” She looks concerned, worry clear in her voice, “you know, we miss you.”
— Hurt/Comfort
— dysfunctional families
— angst with happy ending
— abuse of alcohol and drugs
— Cheating (not between the main pairs)
— Mature themes, so minors DNI

More tags/TWs will be added if/when needed

Taekook arc of Poisonous

https://x.com/Aamyungv/status/1780290656474169531

Fanaa; a #taekookau [a/b/o]

They were best friends since childhood. Grew up in the same pack. One was trained to be the pack leader. The other was trained to be his adviser. Be by his side. But not as his mate.

The moon goddess was cruel. To some, she was nothing but cruel.

— alpha jk/omega tae
— Childhood best friends
— one-sided pining
— soulmates/historical/fantasy shit lol
— TWs will be added if necessary
— possible mpreg (not sure yet)
— advised to not read if you want sunshine and rainbows, I don't write that
— angst with happy ending

Faded; a #TaekookAU

Taehyung scrolls through the messages. He reads each one over and over again. Until his eyes are burning from exhaustion.

He looks at the clock, back at the phone in his hand. Jungkook told him he will be late. That he has work. The messages say so.


Taehyung sees the pictures Jungkook's colleagues posted. He scrolls through the pictures, stories. He closes his phone after a moment or two.

He looks at their last text.

“𝐷𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑛.” Jungkook had said to Taehyung's string of messages.

Just three words.

Crimson; a #YoonminAU

The rain pours heavily. Jimin looks at the windows and hurries to close the shop for the night. He is getting all the art supplies in the back room when the bell over the door of his shop rings.

“We are closed-” Jimin freezes when he sees the visitor.

He looks at the man's white shirt, glistening with red patches. His eyes widen when he realizes there is a bullet wound on the man's shoulder.

“Oh, my god!” Jimin curses, “what- are you okay?!” he rushes to the man, grabbing him to hold up upright, “sir?! Are you okay?”

Raffish; #taekookau

“Sir,” Jungkook knocks on the door, looking at his wristwatch with worry, “sir, we have to leave. Are you ready?”

“Just a second, please,” Taehyung's voice is thin, “I am not done yet!”

Jungkook blows out a breath, impatiently tapping his foot on the floor. Tags —
— a/b/o
— alpha JK/omega Tae
— Bodyguard JK/ Idol Tae
— pining/unrequited feelings
— angst with a happy ending

KALOPSIA; a #taekookau [a/b/o]

“He is here,” Jimin passes by his desk in a hurry.

Taehyung stands up, bowing with a wide smile when he sees Minhyuk pass by his desk.

Minhyuk nods at him, offers him a small smile as he goes. Taehyung sits down with a pout. Staring after him. “Another day of him ignoring me!” Taehyung whines, nudging Jimin with his foot, “come on, why can't he be in love with me?”

Jimin snorts, not looking up from his files, “you are thinking too much.”

Taehyung looks at where Minhyuk is and curses, “or, maybe Jeon is the reason!”

I need to mark that neck- I need to lie down

To, my Kiki,
Meeting you here is one of the blessings this fandom granted me. I don't remember how we started talking, but I am so glad that we did. I can't imagine my life without your messages anymore. I find a friend in you, my baby. A loving and doting friend.
@taekookvault I love how, just like Kiki, you deliver me all those posts from the boys throughout the years. Every day. I love how you bring happiness in my life, just like Kiki.

I love you, angel. Have the best day and year ahead. I hope you get your happiness delivered to you too.

Utopia; a #taekookau [a/b/o]

In an alpha dominated world, where the omegas are the third class citizen, every leading family of the country takes pride in their pure blood alpha line.

So, when the Jeon family's only heir presents as an omega, the family breaks into chaos. Tags -
- a/b/o
- Alpha Taehyung
- Omega Jungkook
- Arranged marriage
- Flawed characters
- Emotional hurt/comfort
- Angst with a happy ending

A/N - You all, I hope kept up with Velleity. Because, I am too lazy to write their povs throughout the trip. This chapter will start from them going to the club on Namjin's wedding week.

☁️☁️⛈️☁️☁️ Jimin finds out Yoongi in the studio from where they do the radio shows in the university. The room is at the topmost floor of the fine arts department. The equipments are rickety. There's only a couch, too old, and two chairs in that small room.

Yoongi is working on something.

💙💙💙 It's a party.

Jimin is a little tipsy, his body swaying with the music. He feels hands all over him. Bodies pressing up against him. He moves, arm wrapping around a girl he can't really remember the name of.

The music is loud, the beat catchy. Jimin hums, pleased.

I was reading a book, was rooting for a couple.

The girl is a widow. Her father sends her away to Varanasi to live. The guy who loves her, gets the courage to leave everything to go and find her after six years.

Just to know, she died a year ago. I DEMAND THE WRITER TO PAY FOR MY THERAPY BUT SIR DIED IN 2012! NOW I WANT TO BURN THE BOOK!

I vote #JIMIN for #ArtistaAsiatico at #SECAwards I vote #RM for #ArtistaAsiatico at #SECAwards

I vote #RM for #ArtistaAsiatico at #SECAwards I vote #JIMIN for #ArtistaAsiatico at #SECAwards

I vote #RM for #ArtistaAsiatico at #SECAwards I vote #JIMIN for #ArtistaAsiatico at #SECAwards

Metanoia; a #yoonminau

He tastes of cheap beer and cigarettes. His hands are rough where they touch him, holds him. They are big, covers his throat where he holds him. Those lips are chapped, nothing on them to soften them up.

The kiss is just like that. Rough. Like those lips.

That voice is gruff against his ear. The words spilling out of them, captured between those lips and his ears.

Jimin feels the man moving in him, fast and faster. Quick. This has to be quick. He keeps his eyes closed, no matter what, he doesn't want to see. Doesn't want to look.

🌷🍂🍂🌷 🐰

“You have grass in your hair,” Namjoon smiles, reaching to pluck it off.

They both are lying on the campus ground, listening to music that plays on Namjoon's phone. Jungkook peeks at the elder, nodding in thanks. He arches a brow when Namjoon smiles.

“What?” Jungkook asks.