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"The leader is the backbone to a successful team. They may feel burdened when being trusted as team leader, but they tie together all the members into one team.”

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nothing but perfection

"lust is temporary,

romance can be nice,

but love is the most important thing of all.

because without love,

lust and romance will always be short-lived."

-Danielle Steel

It was as if they were in a rush, because as soon as the door shut and a slam sounded throughout the empty house, Youngjae's back was instantly pressed against the wooden material.

Their lips found each other under the dim light an incandescent bulb provided. The pair molded together and complemented each other, dry lips against chapped ones. Their teeth clashed, their noses, too, but it was not minded as Jaebum's hands traveled further and further.

The passionate kiss was ended when the need for oxygen overcame their need for each other's intimate presence. Youngjae gasped to catch his breath, Jaebum not wasting any time at all as he lifted the hem of Youngjae's t-shirt and tossed it over his shoulders.

From the gaping belly button just above the pair of black pants that juxtaposed with Youngjae's milky white complexion, to the randomly scattered freckles that would make thousands of brilliant constellations if connected, Jaebum loves Youngjae's body. It wasn't too thin, or too plump, just sheer perfection and that was what Youngjae is, perfection.

Jaebum dived into the depression between Youngjae's neck and shoulders and planted soft and rough and loving and lustful kisses on the surface, coloring the pale flesh with random bursts of purple bruises. Jaebum smirked smugly at the masterpiece he had painted on Youngjae's skin [Youngjae would be annoyed when he sees this the following day, but Jaebum doesn't care; not right now, that is.]

Youngjae moved and thought that if he was going to be shirtless, then Jaebum would need to be bare, too. He tugged at the bottom of Jaebum's t-shirt and the raven-haired boy immediately understood the signal, arms crossing and lifting and finally showing the defined muscles that Youngjae had seen evolve through the years [it's not like he hasn't seen it before, it had just been too long.]

Youngjae stepped forward and connected his lips once again with his boyfriend, one hand behind his neck and the other on his waist, the craving of warmth from the other's body overpowering his shyness and submissiveness. Jaebum smirked against Youngjae's frantic lips when he felt the other's crotch harden and press up against his.

Jaebum's hand messed with the button of Youngjae's pants, unzippering the garment. His hands toured Youngjae's naked torso, sending shivers and electricity up and down their veins as skin made friction with skin. Youngjae whimpered, the feeble sound forming at the back of his adam's apple and got lost somewhere inside the other's mouth.

Jaebum broke the smooch and bent a little, lifting up Youngjae's left thigh and wrapping it around his waist. The other one automatically and quickly followed, as if it had been rehearsed and practiced and done so many times, and a few grains of sand later, they were struggling to step up the stairs and continue it on the private confines of Jaebum's room.

They reached their destination and Jaebum twisted the knob forcefully, shutting the door down harshly once they were both inside. The walls vibrated and a few hung frames angled, but they were paid no attention. Jaebum threw Youngjae down the bed, breathless and aroused. He removed the belt around his pants and took the apparel off, boxers following suit. Youngjae watched with a smirk while removing the clothing that remained worn by his body, and in a blink of an eye, they were both stark naked and exposed.

Nothing but perfection, Jaebum thought. Of course, there were slight flaws across the vastness of Youngjae's skin, like the scar on Youngjae's right bicep, or the bruise imprinted just below his left nipple, but those were what made Youngjae perfect. All the flaws in his body were what made him flawless.

Jaebum crawled on top of Youngjae, lowering himself down, the gap between them ceasing to exist. No words were exchanged as they once again locked lips and French kissed, tongue twirling and swirling and dancing with it's partner. Youngjae's flushed cheeks matched Jaebum's. The way their breaths and heartbeats harmonized—it was cliché and corny, but it was true.

Youngjae, with all the force he had stored up, reciprocated their positions. Youngjae was straddling Jaebum, hips dangerously near Jaebum's throbbing member. Youngjae moved a tad bit backwards, stopping as he felt Jaebum's erection, and with a smirk, he gyrated his hips sensually and slowly and professionally, Jaebum barely biting back a groan as pleasure overwhelmed his system.

"You like that?" Youngjae noticed the look of intense satisfaction plastered on Jaebum's face, and his confidence skyrocketed. He bit his lips in concentration and Jaebum nodded vigorously, tousled hair bouncing up and down.

"Maybe you'd like this more." Youngjae spoke wantonly, lust staining his voice that dived several decibels down. He squirmed backwards, and was met by Jaebum's veiny member. The smell of aftershave tickled Youngjae's nostrils and a smirk crept up to his lips as he grasped the length with his right hand, running up his left one on Jaebum's sensitive inner thigh.

"Fuck..." Unable to stifle it anymore, Jaebum moaned. Right after the sound came out of his gaping lips, he knew that he had lost, lost the battle he had with restraint. All his walls of self-control tumbled down and all of a sudden, his hands found their way onto the labyrinth that was Youngjae's soft hair. His nails scratched against the boy's scalp, making Youngjae's hand's speed go up higher than the limit.

Youngjae removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth, slowly dropping his head and enclosing Jaebum's dick inside his mouth. Jaebum's back arched, hips thrusting his member deeper into the cave that was Youngjae's amateur yet so amazing jaw, titillation taking control of his lecherous body.

Youngjae's head bobbed up and down in a steady pattern, managing not to choke or gag or scratch the skin with his teeth. His tongue whirled and licked the head of Jaebum's dick, tasting the pre-cum dripping from the tip. Jaebum's hands pushed the blonde's head downward, and Youngjae almost, almost choked.

"Th-that's 'nough." Jaebum hoarsely gasped out, Youngjae obeying. Jaebum pulled Youngjae towards him and connected their lips, hands traveling to the lower side of Youngjae's behind. He rubbed the cheeks and spanked it a couple of times, shading the body part a color of bright red with the shape of Jaebum's hand.

Jaebum brought his right hand closer to their lips, three fingers raised. He shoved the index, middle and ring finger inside Youngjae's mouth and used it as lubricant, and once it was as wet as needed, with the other hand pushing the left cheek away from the right, Jaebum inserted his index finger inside Youngjae's rim.

Youngjae moaned quietly against the other's lips, tears forming and threatening to fall from his eyelids. Pain won over pleasure. [He just haven't done this in a long time and--.]

"I'll stop if you want me too." Jaebum stated concernedly. Sure, he wanted to have a special and intimate time with his boyfriend of two years, making love as the night grows older, but if Youngjae didn't want to do it, then Jaebum will oblige.

A simple shake of head was what Jaebum received in reply and he took it as a signal to keep going. This time, he entered a second finger, the middle one. Scissoring, curving, and bending the fingers inside Youngjae's butt, Jaebum had to prepare Youngjae so that it wouldn't hurt too much.

He figured it was enough preparation and he brought back his fingers, flipping them upside-down, Jaebum hovering over a sweaty and an out of breath Youngjae. With the aid of his hand, he slowly sticked his dick inside Youngjae's butt. Youngjae bit his lip and bunched his knuckles in pain, a single tear escaping his shut eyelids.

Jaebum saw, and leaned down to kiss the salty liquid away. He ran his hand through Youngjae's disheveled hair and went deeper inside, earning another moan. Jaebum placed his lips against Youngjae's, and they kissed once again, symphonies and fireworks and paintbuckets exploding behind Youngjae's eyeballs.

Once the pain was all gone and recovered by sexual pleasure, Youngjae settled his clammy hands on Jaebum's ass, pushing it and urging it to move in a faster pace. Jaebum obliged without hesitation, speed increasing remarkably, moans gradually getting louder and careless.

"Fuck!" Youngjae screamed out. Jaebum had hit something inside Youngjae, and predicted that it was his prostate. Jaebum smirked, and tilted his position so that he would continuously meet the organ. Youngjae wailed once again, a tad bit louder than the first time, and Jaebum knew that he had the right angle.

"Hyu-hyung, fa-faster—please!" Youngjae begged, hands draped behind his head, head dizzy and blurry and unable to function properly.

"What's the magic word?" Jaebum grinned, sweat coating his forehead like Youngjae's.

"O-oppa, move fast-faster!" Youngjae grunted.

Oppa really sounds good coming from his mouth, Jaebum concluded. Obliging his command, Jaebum leaned onto the mattress, and quickened his pace. It was as if he would break his back if he was to move swifter than he already was; he was moving as fast as the speed of light and everything combined.

Youngjae felt a twisting motion in his navel, his unattended length twitching. He wrapped a damp hand around his dick, jacking it up and down as he felt his orgasm slowly coming up. A few seconds later, spurts of white exploded from the tip of Youngjae's dick, a wail escaping his throat, sticky liquid landing on his stomach and chest, as well as Jaebum's.

The feeling appeared in Jaebum's stomach, too. The heat was becoming hotter and hotter by the nanosecond, and he was already pulling out when Youngjae stopped him, "C-come inside me, oppa."

Jaebum's back arched as he felt his climax slowly dissipated and escaped his body. He pulled out once he thought his ejaculation was finished, plopping down next to his panting boyfriend, draping his arm around Youngjae's soaked torso.

"We have to clean up, y'know. I don't want to sleep in a wet bed." Youngjae muttered, but despite his complaint, a small smile was imprinted on his pink, swollen lips, eyes sparkling as blazing as two hundred Suns put together.

"Maybe we can take care of it after a shower." Jaebum prevented a smirk from creeping up his lips.

Youngjae nodded meekly and led the way to the showers, swaying his hips as he walked confidently. He threw a glance behind him at the mesmerized man, showing a teasing, suggesting grin before closing the door to their en suite, Jaebum shuffling to follow the boy.

They had a round two, and Jaebum still wanted a third [fourth, fifth, and so on] but Youngjae's lower back was already uncomfortable and painful and he might be limping by tomorrow so Jaebum sighed sadly.

Youngjae promised that they would do it again soon, though, so Jaebum's mood was lifted slightly as they changed the cover of their bed [while naked, some droplets of water still streaming down Youngjae's bare chest, and Jaebum almost, almost jumped on Youngjae, because damn.]

cross-posted at asianfanfics

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markson or markjin & why

AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHY

WHYYYYYY ??!?!?!!?!

WHYYYYY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

WHAT KIND OF A QUESTION IS THIS ??!?!?!?!

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meandmark markjin 

I could just totally write an entire thesis on Markjin but here’s just some of my favourite moments between them: 

REALGOT7 EP 7: Youngjae’s picking seats for the fanmeeting and Mark asks to sit in the second seat after Jinyoung’s been chosen for the first one. Even though Mark does lots of aegyeo, he gets ignored in favour for Jackson. If you look closely, Jinyoung sees that Mark is disappointed from his facial expression, and he immediately says “I don’t like sitting next to Jackson” in order to placate Mark. 

REAL GOT7 EP 10: When Mark was getting flustered because he wasn’t able to articulate himself, Jinyoung knew right away. The camera doesn’t really show but Jinyoung actually stands up from his seat & bends down to look at Mark’s face as he talks, and immediately hugs him when Mark gets tongue-tied and then tells the others to stop teasing him.

        NAVER STARCAST: Yugyeom asks Jinyoung who his favourite member is, and even though it’s obvious that Jinyoung would never answer a question like that because he feels that it would hurt the others (Jackson actually “jokingly” calls out Yug for it), Mark repeatedly says “Jinyoung-ah” in order to get him to respond. Jinyoung ignores him on purpose, but a couple minutes later he touches Mark’s hair and then gives him a kiss on the side of his face - even though he can’t answer the question, he’s still concerned about hurting Mark’s feelings.

GOT7 @ C-RADIO: Jinyoung gets chosen as “Mr. Panty” (he wears the most fashionable??? flashy??? underwear and you can see this cause in real got7 ep3 he’s wearing pink ones fuuuuuck) and when they’re deciding who gets the crown for this title Mark says to Jinyoung, “you have those yellow ones, remember?” heh heh heh

IGOT7 EP 8: Mark is soft on Jinyoung. He could have chosen to shoot him with the water gun but he shot on target so that Jinyoung wouldn’t get wet.  He’s also extremely loyal - although they lose all the fish that they catch & don’t get dinner, he promises that when they get back to the dorm he’ll get food for them. Even when the other members offer him food he refuses (even though Jinyoung does the complete opposite.) 

 IGOT7 EP 10: Um did you fucking see that hug? Cause that wasn’t just a hug there was also a KISS involved like HeLLo 

ARIRANG INTERVIEW: When they’re asked who is the member that takes care of them the most, it’s almost unanimous that the answer is Jinyoung. Mark really goes into detail, however, about what Jinyoung does for him and the other members, like how he helps them with pronounciation and writes all their names beside their parts in their lyrics. However, when Jinyoung is asked who is the member that takes care of him the most, he starts off by saying “no one, really” but then he sees Mark make a slight pointing motion to himself and he immediately says Mark.

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There’s so many more moments that I want to say but the reason why Markjin is my OTP is because I feel their personalities really compliment each other. I still think Mark is very self-insecure because he was never someone who was into K-pop and its culture pre-debut; he had to learn from scratch in a brand new country, with a brand new language and a whole different world from what LA entails. Jinyoung on the other hand is really sensitive to others and that he’s very compassionate, because he usually responds to his members  depending on what he observes from them (he doesn’t need to be told by his other members how they’re feeling because he can already sense how they feel.) Jinyoung helps Mark attain more confidence (I mean come on who the fuck taught Mark all that aegyeo u know like do you really think Mark learned that shit overnight??!!?) and so Mark relies on Jinyoung more as a support. Granted, I think it’s also apparent that although Jinyoung really cares for Mark, I think Mark needs Jinyoung more than Jinyoung really relies on him. I think the one Jinyoung really looks up to/relies on is JB because of what they went through as trainees, and so that’s why Markson’s a more balanced??? ship because they both come from similar backgrounds, speak English, and shared the same trials together as trainees. The moment that Mark calls for Jackson, Jackson’s there. But I personally love Markjin the most because I feel like the only person Mark is completely sweet to, never says anything bad about, and always protects is Jinyoung, while he fools around and teases the other members all the time.