UNFORGETTABLE — JEON JUNGKOOK.
JJK ⸻ Know you can't live without it, you know I got your heart unlocked. Ending up in bed with a strange woman hadn't been part of Jeon Jungkook's plans. And becoming obsessed with that same woman? Much less so. Her caresses had remained on his skin like an imprint, and her body had been etched in his mind as if he knew her better than the back of his hand. And now he would give anything to find her.The next morning, the bed was empty beside him, without the body warmth of the woman who had accompanied him that night. And a strange sensation invaded his body in that moment, one he couldn't identify at the time. He clearly remembered everything that had happened. He remembered how your hands had fervently run over his body. How your moans had filled the room when his face was between your legs, delighting in your taste. How your hips had moved in time with his every time he thrust into you. He remembered your face, those features that had left him mesmerized, his heart beating at an unmatched speed. He remembered your name, resonating on his tongue like a divine mantra.
In the days that followed, Jungkook couldn't get those images out of his head. You had left your mark on him like no one else. He'd always been used to having control over everything, including his emotions, but this time he couldn't, he wasn't capable. He needed you like crazy, and you had simply disappeared that night, as if the face of the earth had swallowed you up. One night wasn't enough for Jungkook, of course it wasn't. Your caresses had left him yearning for more. Your whispers had been like a spell over him. Your voice, a siren's song that worked on him like a magnet. And then he set his mind to something: He would find you. Whatever it took, he would find you. He was capable of moving heaven, earth, and sea to do so, and of course he would, because Jungkook got everything he wanted, and you would be no exception.
Smoke rose from his lips, while a cigar rested between his fingers. Jungkook's gaze was fixed on one of his men, placing the cigar between his lips to take a long drag, then exhale. His legs were crossed, his posture making it clear what his presence represented wherever he set foot. "Well? Do you have any information about her that I could use?" Jungkook spoke, his voice raspy, perhaps from the hours he had spent without a proper night’s sleep. Three months had passed since the night he had spent with you, and he clearly wasn’t about to give up trying to find you. Jungkook had put every resource at his disposal into this search, and much more.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Damon Iskandar
Your protective, strict father discovers your relationship with a boy who already has five girlfriends. Inspired by 'The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Love You.'
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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