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JINYOUNG X DISPATCH

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JAEBEOM X DISPATCH 

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Getting lit two ways ����

Got7 releasing their song on 4.20 is the most on brand thing I've seen them do

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[PREVIEW] Mark for Madame Figaro Mode

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yugyeom: what time does judgemental express get here?

jb: what are you talking about?

bambam: jinyoung arrives at noon

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Buying Flowers

Kim Yugyeom x reader 

WC: 1k+

Genre: Fluff, pure fluff 

“Hey, come on,” Mark places his hand on Yugyeom's shoulder, “Do you know how bad we'll look if we leave you behind?” 

The group is currently recording a show outside, but the crew is mostly focused on the leader who's promoting the new album. The sun is setting and along with it goes it's warmth, he can feel it. 

“Let's go to the café, Hyung,” Yugyeom points to the store, where there are barely any people inside, it is late evening on a Saturday and most people around his age at this time are getting ready to go out for the night. 

“We can't, we're in the middle of something.”

“We can take a detour,"

“Listen well, please, I'll treat you later.”

Yugyeom sighs, his breath visible in the cold, he nods his head and slides his hands in his pockets.

“Good boy,” Mark teases. 

“Ah, Hyung,” Yugyeom cringes, hitting the eldest. 

_______

“Thanks for working hard everyone—” Yugyeom smiles as Jinyoung continues to give his gratitude to the crew, he disconnects with his reality for a moment to realize that he hasn't called you today, not even aware himself that he was extremely busy. 

“Bow,” Jaebeom places his hand on the back of the maknae pushing him forward. 

“Thank you!” They say in unison as a group and slowly disperse among themselves. 

“YG, let's go get some chicken and beer!” Bam Bam says, opening his arms wide for a hug, only to get shoved away by Mark. “He's already busy going on a date with me.” 

“Eww,” Yugyeom says in disgust, “But Mark Hyung did say he would treat me today,”

“Exactly I did.”

“But Bam Bam can come along too, I mean, we might as well invite the whole group and go get some food since Mark is the one treating.” Yugyeom says excitedly causing trouble for the eldest, and the other youngest agrees with him, nodding obediently as if he always well behaved.

Bam Bam quickly pulls out his phone and text the group chat, ‘Mark's buying dinner, hehe,’

Fortunately for Mark only Jackson is up for it, the rest of the lads would rather take a hot shower, and drink at home, peacefully. 

They, being Mark, Jackson, Bam Bam, and Yugyeom gather outside before making their way downtown. The restaurant they chose is only a couple of minutes away from where they're located at the moment but while walking to their destination  Yugyeom decides to ring up your cell.

“Hello,” You answer while blowing away the hair that covers your mouth.

“Why does it sound like I just woke you up, Were you asleep?”

“Me? Sleeping? Nah?” You shrug, as if he could see you, “Okay, yes,” you quickly retaliate, “I ate, washed my hair, and then came to my bed to supposedly read a book but to my dismay fell asleep.”

“Are you okay?” 

“I am, I guess I was just exhausted.”

Jackson guides Yugyeom down the street as it  seems the boy can't multitask when you're involved in anything, since Seunie is already next to him he tries to press his ear against the phone to listen in on the conversation. 

“Go Away,” Yugyeom says, bothered, before a rustle is heard, and his voice comes back on the line this time from a further distance but he's yelling,  “Give me back my phone!”

 “Hi, Y/N! I miss you!” 

“Jackie,” You cheerfully say, “I miss you too!” 

“When will you come see us? You know we have—Ow, that hurts, Yugyeom respect your Hyung, oh my, Yugyeom, Yah!—I'm sorry about that love,”

You can't help but laugh, “Y'all are idiots,” 

“Well, I am an idiot, an idiot for you.”

“Gag,” Bam Bam says in the background. “I think I want to vomit.” 

“That was pretty cheesy,” You say, “And I can tell your face is flushed.”

“And my neck, I can feel it.” He sighs deeply, “My soul is embarrassed for me too, I think it's trying to escape.” 

“I love you idiot,”

“And I love you! I'll see you soon?”

“Of course, I have my things packed, and ready. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning.”

“Don't forget to call me before you get here, I'll go pick you up at the train station.” He says then wishes you a goodnight before hanging up. 

“I am an idiot, an idiot for you,” The hyungs mock together, playfully poking at the maknae who proceeds to hit them. 

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“Looks like it's busy tonight,” Mark says, coming to a halt at the end of the line to the restaurant. “Maybe, we should order out?”

“Just goes to show how good the food is,” Jackson states, “I'm good with whatever,”

“Either way we have to wait,” Bam Bam states, “If we still get food from here.”

“True,” Mark agrees, and they settle with eating inside the restaurant. “Did anyone bring any hand warmers?”

“I didn't think we would have to wait.” Yugyeom says slightly annoyed at the slow progress of the line. “It might be a while, shall I go buy some at the convenience store?”

“Hurry back!” Bam Bam shouts, getting unwanted stares from the others around them. 

“Shut up,” Mark hits the back of the Thai's head. “I'm sorry he's a foreigner.” 

“You're literally from the opposite side of the world!” 

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Yugyeom starts his walk, hoping that by the time he gets back they have a table. He's sporting a matching hat, and mask, his body hidden by a thick coat keeping somewhat of his identity hidden, although he's not really trying, nor does he care to try. 

The glimpse of a bright sunny yellow hue catches his eyes, as he turns his head to look, he finds himself near a flower shop. 

The bell above him rings as he steps through the door.

“Hello,” The owner greets, as she rearranges some flowers. “If you need any help, I'll be right here.”

“Yes ma'am.” He says, but then feels lost. 

There's way too many flowers, and they all remind him of you, especially the pure white one's, he might just buy the entire store for you, if he can't decide,  but if he's being honest with himself why wouldn't he adore you with things alike to you? They compliment your delicate skin so well. 

The moment his finger tips touch the petals it makes him reminisce about the silkiness of you; to the first shared kiss, to the first intertwining of hands, to the first embrace, to the first affection. 

He pulls down his mask, the scent is heavenly but it doesn't compare to your unique aroma.

Is he crazy or is he just deeply in love with you?

It appears that every moment of his wake, his mind thinks of you. 

You to him are his beginning and end. 

His forever. 

“My dear, it seems to me you have a dilemma,” A different woman, apart from the owner, says, while watering the plants close to him. 

“Yes,” He smiles, “There's an extravagant amount of choices.” 

“For your wife?”

“One day she will be, or at least I'm hoping she'll consider it,” 

“Young love is like a fresh breath of air,” She points to a bouquet behind him, “A little bit of everything, yet not overwhelming.”

“Perfect.” 

He asks for it to be delivered to his home, since it'll probably not make it in time before you leave come morning. 

His phone rings as he finishes paying, he thanks them, and excuses himself, “Hello,”

“Where are you?!” Jackson shouts,

“I'm on my way back,”

“Don't bother, we left. We're at our safe haven.” 

“Why?” 

“What do you mean why, we got fucking cold that's why, I almost lost circulation to a ball.”

“There's some things we should keep to ourselves, ya' know.”

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Cookies

Park Jinyoung x reader 

WC: 

Genre: Fluff but implied mature content 

After coming out from the doctor's office for Jinyoung he asked if you would bake him some sugar cookies. You couldn't say no when he did his little baby voice, so here you are almost two hours later in the kitchen. 

“Jinyoung-ie!” You call out, “Cookies are done.” 

You hear rather fast foot-steps down the staircase, and a few seconds later you're met with said person wearing a face mask, and a bunny-ear headband.

“Um, I'm pretty sure that's my headband.”  

He disagrees by holding out his finger, and moving it side to side. 

“What do you mean no?”

“Fan gave it to me.” 

“Basically, and bare with me now, what they are trying to say is you need to wash your face more.” 

“Honestly, they are the best.” 

“Your fans are just as savage as you aren't they?” 

He nods proudly, and the mask slides half down his face. 

“Want some tea?” 

He sits on the kitchen island as he fixes the mask, “If you would be so kind as to pour me a cup.” 

You do so, and slap his hand away when he reaches for the steaming cookies. “Do you not see how hot they are?” 

“But I'm grown.” 

“Haha, alright,” You laugh, “Mister I-don't-know-how-to-make-a-doctor's-appointment, but you grown, grown, right?” 

Jinyoung gasps appalled, and holds his hand to his heart. “I've never felt more attacked in my life than I do now.” 

You make a face as you hand him his cup, “You're dramatic.” 

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You're arranging the cookies in a glass jar half an hour later before you suddenly throw the utensil that you are using, across the room to hit the artist singing passionately on the shoulder. 

“Yah!” 

“Ouch,” He whimpers, “What was that for?!” 

“You're not supposed to be talking, less likely singing!”

“I thought you forgot.” 

“I did but you are the one that should be listening to the doctor's orders, not me!” 

“Quit yelling at me,” He turns to you, “You know how emotional I can get.” 

You roll your eyes, “Stop talking, you're supposed to be resting your vocal chords or else you won't be in top conditions for your next concert.” 

“Did you really just throw tongs at me?” He says picking up said item from the floor. 

“Yes, now hand them back.” You reach for them, and once they are in your hand, you hit him again, softly, “Darling, hush, please,” 

After you finish your task, you go to your room where Jinyoung is sitting on the bed watching television. 

Your phone alerts you of a new message, and you go to grab it.

You look up at Jinyoung who watches you with a slight grin.

“Are you mad or not?” 

He tilts his head before resting himself against the headboard. 

“Jinyoung, it's the doctor's orders.” You say, trying to stifle a laugh because you know how much he hates not being able to talk to you about today's events before going to sleep. “Don't pout, you laugh.” 

He holds up his phone, and you wait for the text.

You throw the phone on the bed when you read the message, and cringe. “Ew, no, I hate using that word.” 

He grabs your hand and pulls you on top of him, “Please?”

“Jinyoung, please rest your throat. I'll use mine for the both of us, if I must.” 

He arched an eyebrow at the suggestion, “Please do not let me stop you.”

You hit his shoulder playfully when you get the innuendo and place a peck on his lip, he holds the back of your neck as you stare into his amber eyes, “You know, I love you.” 

“I love. . . myself too.” He says amused before busting out in laughter. 

“Wow,” You watch him in awe before scoffing and sitting up, legs on either side of his thighs, “You just ruined the mood, you were this close to getting this good-good tonight.” 

He abruptly stops his laughter, and in a serious tone he says, “Don't play with my feelings like that.” 

You bite down on your lip to help prevent you from laughing, but you can't, “Your face, you're an idiot.” 

“Y/N, I love you too.” 

You hold a finger to your mouth, and whisper, “You can't make a single sound,” You palm him from over his silk sleeping attire, “You should listen, or you'll be scowled by the producer when you go record.” 

“Is this a challenge?” 

“I know just how vocal you can get oppa,” You wink, and his member twitches in your hand. 

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Drunk On You

Choi Youngjae x reader 

WC: 533

Genre: F,M

“Babe, I'm here!” You say loudly from the entrance, slipping into the bunny slippers he got especially for you. 

“Y/n,” He comes out from the kitchen with a beer in hand,  “Wow, you're so beautiful.” 

“I thought you said you weren't drunk?”

“I'm not,” He smiles tongue behind teeth, “but I'm getting there, just look at you, how lucky am I?” 

“Very,” You sass, rolling your eyes. 

“Come give me affection,” He says as he sits on the sofa, patting the place beside him then laughing before shaking his head, and patting his lap instead, “I missed you.” 

“You're an idiot.” 

“I know it.” 

“It's just facts.” 

“Yes, I'm not disagreeing.” 

You go over to him, and sit on his thighs being wary of his member, “How much did you miss me?” 

“Enough to remember that there's another part of me that can make you scream.”

“Youngjae,” You say clapping, “That was smooth as fuck.”

“I know right,” 

“I applaud you, but where did you go?” You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping yourself close to him, “Did you have fun?” 

“It was an old friend's birthday,” He takes a swig of his beer, finishing the rest of it. “We went to celebrate.”

“Did you leave early because of their drinking habits?” 

“Ha, yes, and no but also I figured if I wanted to be shit-faced, I'd rather do it at home, and at my own pace.” 

“You can kiss me if you want,” You tell him softly when you notice his gaze on your lips. 

He moves you around to where you have either legs around him, straddling him; He leans forward pressing his head to yours, “I know.” 

“Oh, but you like being a tease, don't you?” 

“Ah, me the tease? I think hell just froze over.” 

You laugh, and he presses his lips to yours, tenderly showing you the love he has for you more than yesterday, less than tomorrow. 

You have your fingers entwined with the ends of his hair, his hands stay just above the supple curves of you where his thumb slides under the hem of your shirt. 

“That was a lot more than anticipated,”  You admit, surprised. 

His cheeks turn a soft rose, you can't tell if it's because of his actions or the alcohol. “Is that so?”

You bite your lip, and his eyes gloss over with lust, he pulls your hair down to expose your neck, and  your feminine scent engulfs him, “You amaze me.” 

“Youngjae,” you gasp, He places his head on the crook of your neck enjoying his euphoria that you are, your hands grip his arms, holding tightly.

He knows how to excite you, and he doesn't hesitate to show you when he places his mouth on your collarbone. He nips slightly at the exposed skin, and licks over the redness before kissing up your neck to your mouth, his tongue prods at the entrance, slightly you open your mouth to welcome him, and oh you wish his tongue was elsewhere. He glides his tongue over your bottom lip when he parts from you. “I'm drunk.”

You give him a questioning look, as you pant heavily. 

“Drunk on you.” 

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Focus On Me

Lim Jaebeom x reader 

WC: 650 

Genre: M 

“What is everyone doing here?” Jaebeom asks as he steps inside his shared home with you where he sees his members reclining on the sofas. 

“Um, she invited us over,” Youngjae begins, “So we could eat lunch together.” 

“Okay, so why hasn't anyone left?” 

“She said, and I quote, we should wait for Jae to eat or he'll get moody,” Mark shrugs, and continues to watch the live basketball game. “Probably should've not said that last bit.”

“Don't you miss us?” Jackson asks, “I miss you.”

“We've literally been on a hiatus for like 22 hours?” 

“What's your point? We miss you hyung.” 

“Yeah, alright. Sure.” 

“Yo, y'all should invest in Choco-milk. Like, that would be pretty rad.” Yugyeom strolls by, sitting beside Double B. “They literally only have alcohol.” He whispers to his friend as if they both weren't legal drinking ages.

Bambam shakes his head, “Shame on him.” 

“You punk.” Jb chuckles, “You're in my home.” 

“Do you know what time the food will be ready?” Jinyoung asks with closed eyes, arms behind his neck, looking like he's almost about to fall asleep. 

“I'll go see what's going on. I'll be back.” 

Jaebeom makes his way up the stairs and into the bedroom. He hears the shower running, and you humming along to the music playing. “Y/n?” 

“What?!” 

“What's with everyone being disrespectful to me, am I not the oldest one here?” Jae says, “Be more respectful,” 

“You big baby,” You tease, “What do you need my love?” 

“That's more like it,”

“You're full of yourself,” You say and turn the water off, coming out in a towel. 

You left your clothes spread on the bed along with your favorite lotions. 

“Yah, what are you doing coming out like that?” 

“Coming out to my bedroom to get dressed?” You quirk an eyebrow. 

“What if the boys see you like this?” Jae grabs your hands from your chest and pulls the towel tighter over your figure. 

“They won't.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because only you can,” You smile, grabbing at his hands this time, he calculates what you’re about to do next, and he lets out a little laugh as he keeps a strong grip, “No ma'am, you're not about to flash me.” 

He throws you on the bed, “Only I can remove your clothes,” 

“Well?” 

He admires you, your towel is still around you, only having a slit where your luscious thighs are exposed. He licks his lips, and crawls on top of you, placing either hands beside your head. “If I start now, I won't stop.”

“Who says we have to stop,” You place a kiss on his arm. 

He cups your jaw with his hand, and begins to places kisses on your neck, licking slightly, his warm tongue pressed against you excites you, “Babe,” 

“Shh,” He whispers, “Or we'll get caught.” 

He watches you as he lets his breath hit against the damp spot, causing shivers to form on elegant skin. 

You place a hand on the back of his head, playing with the ends of his hair, he grins before leaning towards you, his forehead placed on top of yours, his hand roam freely on the scenery of your thighs, he knows your body just as well as he knows himself. 

His hand brushes against the warmth of you, and you whimper, “Don't tease,” 

“There's no fun in that.” 

He kisses you, his fingers caress your heat, and you thrust slightly to them. “Fuck,” 

There's a knock heard from the door, “Hi, uh, we're still waiting. Also, we're still hungry.” 

“Youngjae-ah,” You gasp, Jaebeom continues with his fingers, eyes never leaving you, “Turn the oven off, please, I'll be out there in a minute... I just got out the shower.” 

You hear him walk away.

Jae doesn't hesitate to grab your chin,  roughly turning it to face him, giving him all your attention. “Focus on me.”

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Separation Anxiety (f)

Bambam x reader 

WC: 400

Summary: Bambam keeps blowing up you’re phone while you are desperately trying to focus on work. 

Genre: Fluff 

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“Hey y/n, you do know your phone has been going off constantly from the moment you came in?” Your co-worker leans back on her chair, face slightly visible from the walls that separate cubicles. 

“I do,” You sigh, “It's my boyfriend.” 

“Did you have him in the dog house last night, and now he's asking you for forgiveness?” 

“I wish,” You roll your eyes,  “Then maybe he might avoid talking to me? That doesn't make any sense does it?”

“I couldn't agree anymore,” Your friend giggles, playing with the pen trying to balance it on her nose.

“Is it bothering you?”

She shakes her head, “Why would it? I like the vibration rhythm it's got going; It reminds me of a good time.” 

“TMI,” You kick her chair back up, “Why are we friends again?”  

“Ha, ha, You're my bestest friend.” 

You look at the time and decide you could go for a break, “I'm going to take my break, you coming with?” 

“You treating?” 

“No, you're too expensive.”

“You've been knowing, but I'll treat.” 

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You find a table while your friend places the order, pulling out your phone you call Bambam.

“Y/N, wow. Hi, what a surprise.”

“Don't act like you haven't been sending me messages non-stop.”

“Little ol' Me? Why, I haven't sent you anything,”

“Let us be honest for a minute, okay, you have separation anxiety.” 

“Okay, ouch, but nevertheless true.”

“You don't say,” you reply in a sarcastic tone, and he laughs, “What are you doing bam?”

“Not you,” 

“Original babe. Quality content.” You deadpan, trying to think of sad thoughts so you don't blush. 

“I know, I'm getting you hot.” He says, letting out a soft breath. 

“Okay, bye Bam.” You end the call, not a second later he's calling back, “Bam.” 

“Where are you at? I'm around the place you work. You know for a quickie in the bathroom, or in my car you name it.” He teases. 

“Omg,” You gasp, “Bam, Bye.” 

“I'm just kidding, can I come see you?” He flirted. 

“I'll be heading back in ten, we're at the place near the building.”

“Mmm, I won't get out of here for another thirty, maybe we can do lunch?” 

“Only if you treat my friend too,”

“Of course.” 

“Then it's set,” You smile,  “I love you B, I'll see you later.” 

“And I love you, my Queen.” 

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