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Breakup

(bambam x reader)

genre: little angst, fluff

warnings: cursing

word count: 1.6k

a/n: whew it’s been a while. school has been dragging me left and right but i finally have time to write. it’s very tough times so everyone please stay inside and stay safe. but back to the good news GOT7 COMEBACK you guys better be streaming!!!! and don’t swear by that moon damn it. lmao anyway i hope you enjoy this and give feedback please! bye muah ^3^

my boyfriend had just broken up with me. he was graduating in a few months and going to college miles away, leaving me here. apparently our relationship wouldn’t do well as long distance even though we haven’t tried it. i was a mess. i had to get away. escape… to the bathroom. to cry and really just let my shit loose. scream, yell, sob. not like anyone would hear me over the trash music booming through the house anyway. so there i am in the tub, letting my tears run down my face. what a fucking dick; invite me to this party to break up and leave me here. great, how am i supposed to get home? i’m not taking a ride from that dickwad. 

right in the middle of my hysterical breakdown, someone walks in. smart ass, i mentally curse at myself, you go to the bathroom to breakdown and don’t lock the door. the stranger rushes in and hastily locks the door, not noticing me. he turns around and beelines straight for the toilet. he zips down his pants and begins a stream so heavy you’d think you’re at niagara falls. “dude! come on really?!” i exclaim while covering my eyes. “hey, gotta do what i gotta do” he says nonchalantly. “ok yea just hurry up and get out” i sniffle. i hear him zip up his pants so i uncover my eyes and recognize who it is, my boyfriend’s younger brother, bambam.

i can not let him see me like this. ‘why?’ you ask. let me tell you about bambam. bambam, or bam, is the class clown that knows any and everything about any and everyone. wanna know what happened in the bathroom during 3rd period? ask bam. why did she never come back to school after the dance? ask bam. hell, what did the principal have for lunch on sunday? ask bam. 99% of the time, he knew and 99% of the time, he talked shit and made fun you. and after that, for the next few weeks or so, the rumors would spread like a wildfire and you’d be the laughing stock of the whole school. for that, i despise him. of course every time i would go to my boyfriend- ex-boyfriend’s house, he would be nice to me; offer me water, snacks but only because he had to. their parents are huge on manners. but moral of the story, i’ve never been exploited by bam and i don’t need to be now.

i look deep into my lap to avoid eye contact and possible recognition. he washes his hands and goes to the towel next to the tub to dry them. i feel his eyes on me but i keep mine focused on my lap. he makes his way to the door and i start rejoicing in my head but he stops and begins to speak and i feel my heart sink. my school year is already ending bad as is, i really don’t need a bunch of meat head kids staring and whispering loudly about me to add to the trauma. “y/n. can i talk to you?” he asks with a serious tone. his seriousness took me by surprise, he’s always goofing off and trying to make me laugh. i never do of course. he turns around and walks over to me “no, i need to talk to you. scoot over”. i was so devastated that i didn’t have the strength to fight him so i make room. we sit side by side with our feet dangling off the edge of the tub. 

“i’m sorry” he starts “i should have told you he was going to do this” i glance at him and he has a guilty look on his face while playing with one of his many rings. “you knew?” i ask with a tinge of disgust in my voice. he doesn’t say anything, he just nods. “there’s another girl” he looks at me with sympathy. “when you left our house, so did he to go to her’s. that’s why every time you came back for something you left, he was ‘in the shower’ even though he just showered while you were there” when he’s speaking everything starts clicking in my head. “they’ve had this plan to go to college together for months now and when they were both accepted it just sealed the deal”. for months. they’ve had this plan for months. every memory. every moment we had over those months. all fake. no wonder he took me to this party, for him it’s a celebration. 

i begin to cry again. “i’m so sorry y/n” he reaches out to comfort me but i smack his hand away. “why didn’t you tell me? so you can watch it happen in front of your eyes and then run and tell everyone? and for what? do you get off by watching other people’s pain?” i snap at him. “no! god no! do you think i want to see you hurt like this?” he snaps back. “then why didn’t you tell me?” i practically yell at him. “because you pushed me away!” he yells and i flinch out of shock. “because you pushed me away” he says quieter and looks down to fiddle with his rings again. “i tried to talk to you but you would never listen. you would always tell me to leave you alone like i had wronged you. i would tap on your shoulder and you’d look as of though i had killed your parents” he admits sulkily and i sat there silently feeling guilty. “for nights i stayed up thinking about you, wondering what i had possibly done wrong. i thought so hard and lost hours of sleep thinking. do you know what that shit does to a person y/n. it tortured me” i bit on my lip feeling more guilty than a boy who stole cookies out of the cookie jar and got caught. “i asked myself questions like ‘is it because i’m her brother’s boyfriend?’, ‘does she hate me?’” i looked away when he asked that, feeling waves of remorse crash over me. “wait. you hate me?” he asked sounding as broken as ever. “why?” he asks softly “is it because i’m the ‘rumor king’. because that shit’s not true” he says defending himself. “really?” i ask and he shakes his head. “yes the ‘rumor king’ is a rumor. it all started when i told some of my friends what happened to that one girl that fell down the stairs two years ago. they took the story, twisted it, and spread it. at this point i don’t tell them stories anymore because every time i do, they're ready to make adjustments. and to get the burden of everyone asking them what happened off of them, they say they heard it from me. they just love the attention, they think it’s hilarious. it’s sickening” he says in annoyance. 

i can’t believe i spent all this time resenting bam when he was just trying to help me. i feel so stupid to not give him the light of day and push him away. to think that all of this pain and stupidity i’m feeling right now could’ve been avoided if i had just listened to him. i feel like complete and utter shit so, naturally, i cry again. “i’m sorry i made you feel like that bam, i’m sorry i hated you for no reason, i shouldn’t have pushed you away, god i’m so stupid” i bury my face in my hands. “hey no don’t say that. come here” he wraps his arms around me and brings me into his chest. “it’s not your fault, i would’ve hated me too” we chuckle. “i shouldn’t have been making you lose sleep because you did nothing wrong” i muffle into his sweater. “you make me lose sleep regardless” i hear his heartbeat quicken and so does mine.

“i could stay up for hours thinking about just your smile” he smiles and covers his face with his one free hand in embarrassment. i look up at him and stare into his beautiful brown eyes that i could see myself getting lost in. i’ve been so busy hating him that i never realized how attractive he is. especially when he cut his hair shorter than ever before; everyone hated it but i thought it made him look even more attractive. i never knew how beautiful of a person he could be. he gently wipes my tears away with his soft hands. his eyes are staring right back into my puffy ones and flicker to my lips once in a while. i swallow nervously, having an idea of where this might be going next. i glance down to his plush pink lips and that gives him the cue to lean in. the kiss was more than i imagined it to be. his pillowy soft lips were working wonders on me and before i knew it, it was over. he scans my face to make sure that i was okay with it and i was more than okay. he kisses me again but this time with more fervor. i slide my hands to the back of his head to deepen the kiss while his hands move down to my waist pulling me closer and eventually on top of him. it was getting more and more intense by the second until we jumped at the sound of someone beating down the bathroom door yelling about how badly they needed to piss. both of our eyes widen and we start to laugh. i hide my face in the crook of his neck from the embarrassing position we were in. he kisses my neck and asks “you wanna get out of here?”

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me usually: has a hundred fics and ideas I want to work on, ideas coming in the middle of the night and when I’m at work, but just no time to sit and write

me, when I actually have some free time: mind’s gone blank and too exhausted to write, spends the day binge-watching netflix instead 

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BITCH WHAT THE FUCKASJKBDH

Jaebeom Bringing You Home | Chapter 1 | (M) 

It’s a beautiful summer night. The two of you had been hanging out with a bunch of friends. Jaebeom told you he was tired, but you could tell he just wanted to get away from everyone. You rested your head on his shoulder during the drive to his house. It felt nice to finally have some alone time with him.

The beautiful hum of crickets fills the air as you step outside his car door.

He holds your hand tightly as he guides you up the doorstep. As you walk in a few cats greet you and kindly brush against your leg.

Jaebeom turns to you. He can’t barely hold back his excitement. “Here I want you to put this on,” he says smiling.

You look down and see a blindfold. You’re nervous, but can’t help from being excited. You bite your bottom lip, “Are you sure?”

“You trust me? Don’t you?” he kisses your forehead, “Here…”

He walks behind you and slowly wraps the blindfold around your eyes. He gently ties it.

“Y/n…..” he purrs in your ear.

Your heart started beating faster. You couldn’t wait to see what this night had in store.

“Come on… there’s something I want to show you…” he says as he slides his hands down to your waist. His voice was so calm. This felt like a dream. You wanted to let him do anything he wanted to you.

He guides you back into his bedroom. He’s only talked about his bedroom a few times. He said he never lets anyone in. He even doesn’t let the other members go in there. He’s such a secretive person and you couldn’t believe he trusted you enough to bring you back there.

“Okay…. I want you to wait here for a minute. I’m gonna get ready. I’ll tell you when to take off the blindfold? Okay baby?” he said.

You giggled. “Okay,” you replied.

“No peaking,” he teased. You heard clothes rustling. “I want this to be special…”

Oh gosh is he taking off his clothes? You thought. You squeezed your hands together and felt your face getting warmer by the second. The thought of his body was making you go crazy.

You finally heard a loud Zzzzip! And the bed creaking.

“Y/n……. open your eyes.”

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Better (Part 1)

(park jinyoung x reader)

part 1

genre: fluff

warnings: mild cursing

word count: 1.4k

a/n: so i got really inspired by the pics they posted of jinyoung on twitter like jinyoung invented bf pics. period. so i’m making a short series, originally i wasn’t going to but,, wtvr wtvr. anywho she’s kinda short... that’s all i have to say lmao bye ^3^

the banging on my front door did not stop. the world just didn’t want me to brood in peace. it has been two weeks since i found my ex cheating on me. when i walked in on him making love to another woman, the image burned into my mind and haunted me. i moped and continued to mope for the days following; questioning myself in the process. the banging at my front door finally went away like it always has been for the past days. a text came in on my phone but i just couldn’t bring myself to reply. a call then came in but i, again, didn’t feel like answering. a few moments later my door was swung open. at first i jumped but then winced at the light coming in my room for the first time in days. once my eyes adjust to the light i realize who it is. “y/n..?” he furrows his eyebrows and squints at me. i guess he can’t tell if there’s an actual person under the blankets, clothes and empty chip bags. “go away, jinyoung” i mumble from under the pile. he takes a look around my room and his eyes widen in shock. he wasn’t used to the best friend that threw trash and clothes all around the room, he was used to the best friend that kept everything spick and span. “god” he sighs to himself while pinching the bridge of his nose. he leaves the room and comes back with a trash bag. “y/n, up” he opens the blinds “get up” he shakes me lightly. “no~” i groan and pull the blanket over my head. “yes” he pulls the blankets off me and throws it on the floor. “come, you can’t stay in here for the rest of your life” he takes my hands and drags me to sit up in bed. “just one more day” i slump. “no that’s what you said the last time and the time before that” he pulls me up and guides me to the bathroom. “you need to get over that dick that you once called your boyfriend. i’m going to give you 30 minutes to get ready” “for” he closes the door before before i could finish “what?” i ended quietly.

after i finish showering, i make my way to my room to get dressed. i notice that all the clothes are gone from off my floor and out my hamper and my bed has been stripped. i finish getting dressed and go to the kitchen where jinyoung was. he was too focused on cooking to notice me there so i get to scan what he’s wearing. a black baseball cap, a black shirt tucked into brown pants and black slip-on vans. he always dressed so simple yet fashionable. i kind of envied him at times. this was one of those times. “oh good, you didn’t take too long, come sit and eat” he ordered “from what i’ve seen, you haven’t eaten anything that will sustain your body”. i sit around the table, he serves me a plate of breakfast and joins me. i take a bite and remember what actual food tastes like. i’ve only been eating junk food and sometimes order takeout if i felt like getting out of bed that day. “what did i have to get ready for?” i ask between bites. “we’re cleaning today. the way you’ve been coping with this is unhealthy and..” he glances over to the sink full of dishes “unpleasant”. he shakes his head and gets up to wash my dishes. i finish and walk over to hand him my dirty dishes. “jinyoung, it’s fine really. i’ll feel better in due time” i lean back on the counter and cross my arms. “but being buried alive in filth is not fine” he points. “plus i’ll help you feel better quicker” he smiles and nudges me with his elbow. i roll my eyes “yeah, like you know how”. “yah!” he flicks water onto my arm “i know exactly how to make you feel better”. i wipe the tiny water droplets off my arm “oh and what is that?” i raise an eyebrow at him. “you’ll see” he dries his hands and takes one of mine to lead me to the door. there were two laundry bags sitting there. he picks up one and passes the other to me. “first thing to do though, is laundry” i take the bag with a heavy sigh. he opens the door and gestures for me to go out first. “this is going to be a long day” i say while going out. “it sure is” he says following behind me. “don’t worry we’ll get to the fun stuff later” he says catching up to me on the short walk to his car parked outside my house. he places his hand on my shoulder and caresses me gently with his thumb. he removes it to retrieve his keys to open the trunk. he puts in the laundry bag he was carrying and helps me with mine. 

while driving to the laundromat, i manage to snag a nap. jinyoung wakes me up by gently squeezing my lower thigh. “y/n we’re here” he says softly. “i’m tired” i yawn “what time even is it?” i check my phone. “8:10?! are you out of your mind?” “you’re lucky because i was considering waking you up at 6:30. you’re lucky i even let you get that little nap so be thankful” i look at him in disbelief. he pops open the trunk and gets out the car. he walks over to my side and opens the door. “trust me after this day you’re going to sleep like a baby” he reaches over and releases the seatbelt. i catch a whiff of his cologne. it was the nice one.  he rarely uses it even though i say it’s my favorite. he always put on when he had something extremely important to do that day. i choose not to question him on it though because he’ll trace it back to me not answering my phone and being a mess and lazy and so on and so forth. “i already do” i lean back in the seat. “a clean baby then” he tries dragging me out the seat but i pull away. “i don’t want to~” i pout. he lets go, rests his hands on his hips and looks down. “i didn’t want to do this but..” he starts tickling the side of my neck and i pull away laughing out ‘no’s and ‘stop’s. i lay across the armrest trying to escape jinyoung’s hand but he climbs over me and continues his torture. “ok, ok, ok!” i grab his hand to stop him and he does. i stare up at him and he stares down at me. only then is when i realize the position we were in. he was always so beautiful and it is dangerous to have him this close to me. i never know what i might do and i would hate to lose my best friend over controllable lust. but i have to admit that i enjoyed him close to me like this. the extra body heat was always welcome and most of the time needed on nights that i wanted to be held but my ‘boyfriend’ was absent. deep down, i wanted his position to be filled by jinyoung. jinyoung, although, never seemed to have felt that way about me. he was constantly saying that when the right one comes, he’ll know and he doesn’t want to experiment around and waste his time when the right one is out there waiting. “ok” jinyoung says snapping me out of my ongoing thoughts. he gets off of me and i immediately miss the warmth. 

the machine starts whirring around and i walk to where jinyoung was standing. i check my front pockets then my back pockets and keep patting and looking around. “what are you looking for?” jinyoung asks with concern in his voice. “my earbuds, i must’ve left them at home” i groan frustratedly. “what’s so bad about that?” he looks down at me. “i like listening to music while waiting. it helps pass time”. “well, i like to walk outside and take in the scenery” i look at him skeptically. he kisses his teeth and takes my hand and we walk out the door. 

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mark has had such a fucking stressful week i cant even imagine how he’s been handling this and the fact that jinyoung took him to the beach, a relaxing environment, where he and mark could talk and mark could get things off his chest is so fucking important and literally all i care about i hope he feels so much better and i’m so glad they have each other 

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Change

(mark tuan x reader)

genre: fluff, smut, angst, soulmate! au

warnings: sexual content, cursing

word count: 6k

a/n: i got sooooo carried away with this one but the way mark was really looking tasty in the concert i just- anyway his new tattoo ugh i guess that kinda inspired me. mark is my second bias so i really had fun with this. i wrote actual smut this time so sorry/ you’re welcome (depending on what you like or dislike). anywHo i’ll go. enjoy ^3^

ever since we were children, mark and i were very close because of our parents. our moms were there for each other all through high school and college and marriage and labor. so i guess mark and i were kind of bound to become best friends. and we did. and all through middle school we kept trying to find each other’s soulmates. we were obsessed with the tattoos on our wrists; mark has a small heart and i have a rose. everyone was born with some sort of item on their wrist and according to my parents, when they turn 20 the tattoo will glow when they’re near their soulmate. when we entered high school, we decided to give it a rest and that we’ll find them when the time is right. up until high school, mark and i stayed below the radar; only hanging out with each other and not talking to anyone else really. but once high school hit we made two different friend groups. we didn’t drift apart, we still hung out but not as much as before. then mark joined the basketball team and it became a whole different story. he barely had any time for me anymore because he was always with ‘the guys’. between freshman and senior year we probably only hung out once a month and that was because our parents wanted to see each other.

during junior year i got a boyfriend and it was the first time i was ever in a relationship, i was willing to do anything to make him happy. we didn’t show each other our tattoos because we wanted to have a relationship without the pressure of being each other’s soulmates on us. we were a month or two in the relationship when he asked me for nudes. i was hesitant at first but i sent him some under the pressure of my so called ‘friends’. the next day at school everyone stared at me with wide eyes as i walked down the hallway. i made it to my boyfriend and asked him what was with everyone today. he said to me ‘maybe you should keep your goodies to yourself and then they’d stop staring’. i soon found out that he took my nudes and posted them all over my social media because i trusted him enough to give him my password. mark runs up to me and embraces me and curses out my now ex-boyfriend. he walks me out of school as everyone was laughing at the scene. he drives me to his house and comforts me with my favorite ice cream and cheesy rom-coms for the rest of the day. that was the closest i felt to him in the past 3 years.

we started hanging out like we used to again and everything was great. until senior year started. he was back to hanging out with ‘the guys’ and me with my group. we still saw each other often enough for me to ask him to come over and watch one of our favorite shows together, ‘stranger things’. but when i asked him he was with ‘the guys’ and i guess he wanted to show off or make himself seem cool. he said to me ‘why would i want to with a whore? if i wanted you to suck my dick it would’ve been done already’. and it was like i felt and heard my heart shatter. i never felt so betrayed in my life. the person i trusted the most, felt the closest to, loved from the bottom of my heart and was best friends with since practically birth was now my worst enemy. a tear dropped from my eye without even having to blink. i just walked away, i couldn’t even get out a ‘fuck you’. nothing. i walked home in devastation. i blocked him on everything possible and avoided him as much as i could for months. my parents started to worry about us but i just used the ‘i’m busy’ excuse.

this went on until i absolutely had to see him, which was his 18th birthday. his parents were having a little get together with only family and close friends before his actual birthday party with all of his friends. we were in the middle of dinner when mark’s parents decided to give speeches about how proud they were of their son. when they spoke on his kindness, i had to bite my tongue so hard i thought i tasted blood. i let everything they were saying go through one ear and out the other until somehow they reached the topic of soulmates. for some reason that caught my attention. i find out that mark has found a girl in our school that has the same small heart on her wrist as him. huh. so these are the important things i miss out on. i start thinking about other things that i’ve probably missed out on in mark’s life and begin to get kind of sad. i quickly shake away those feelings and go back to fazing everything out. thankfully i make it home without having to make eye contact with mark.

prom quickly approaches and i am reluctant to go because that one day of junior year still haunts me. my friends ensure me that no one remembers or cares anymore and that i should go because if i don’t, i’ll regret it for the rest of my life. i finally agree to make them stop bothering me. the night comes faster than i expect and i’m already inside sitting down watching everyone have fun. my friend spots me sitting down by myself and drags me out to dance. i’m enjoying myself until it feels like everyone has their eyes on me and is laughing. i try to ignore it but the feeling soon gets so overwhelming that i have to walk out to catch a breath of fresh air. i walk out the door and spot someone on the stairs. i guess they’re having just as a bad night as me. they turn around to see who came to join them. it was mark. if i thought my night wouldn’t get worse, i was unfortunately wrong. he looked as of though he’d been crying. i freeze and contemplate going back inside and scratch that idea out of my head. i walk down the stairs past him and plan to continue down the block but he calls out for me “y/n”. his voice sounded like it was on the verge of breaking. “what could you possibly need?” “to talk to you, i need my best friend back” “oh really or do you need me to suck your dick?” i ask in a bitter tone and walk off. i take an uber home and spend the rest of the night crying; i fall asleep to the sound of my own sobs.

the following morning someone rang my doorbell. my parents weren’t home so i took the responsibility in answering it. and it wasn’t a surprise who i opened it to. “what do you want?”  i say flatly. “y/n, i know you’re upset but i just want to talk to you” he looked distressed and i almost felt sorry for him. “upset is a fucking understatement” i say crossing my arms. “i know that doesn’t even begin to explain how you must be feeling-” “feeling?” i scoff “since when did you ever care about my feelings?” “i always cared about your-” i cut him off. “oh really? let me ask you this then. did you care about my feelings when you called me a whore so loud for everyone and their mom to hear?” he opens his mouth only to close it. he looked like he was struggling trying to find the perfect words for his pitiful excuse. he looks up at the ceiling and blinks away what seems to be tears. “nice, mark, nice” i begin to close the door. “wait” he holds his hand on the door “please” his voice fragile. i close my eyes and take a deep breath. when i open them i look straight into his glassy ones. i somehow see all the emotions he’s feeling in them. but everytime i look into those dark chocolate orbs, i remember the cold asshole behind them that completely invalidated my feelings and i just couldn’t deal with that right now. “no” i say simply and close the door.

i manage to avoid mark all summer and my first year of college and the summer following. so much so that i didn’t think he went to the same university as me. and for a moment in my life i actually forgot about him and was content.

i decided to apply to a job at a cafe close to my dorm to help pay for my books and tuition. fortunately i got the job and would be starting the next day. when i enter the following day and see who is training me, it almost made me want to quit immediately but i thought of the greater good. “hi, i’m y/n the new trainee” i pretend like it’s my first time meeting him and hold out my hand for him to shake. he slowly takes my hand and shakes it, a stunned look on his face. “mark” my heart begins to race because it feels like i haven’t heard that name or thought of his face for decades. i have to admit, mark has always been cute but now that i’m looking at him for the first time in two years, i’m only now noticing his attractive features. it seems as if his face structure has gotten manlier though. his features have definitely gotten darker and intimidating and god we were still holding hands and staring at each other and it’s making me sweat. i let go and avert my eyes elsewhere. he clears his throat “so uhm i’ll be training you today. follow me” i follow him to what looks like the break room. he retrieves me an apron and hands it to me. I put it on while he also grabs a slip of paper, a marker, and badge holder from some drawer. he writes on the paper in all caps ‘trainee’. “y/n you said your name was?” he looks up at me. i nod; happy that he’s also acting like it’s our first time meeting each other. he writes my name on the paper, slips it into the badge holder, and reaches to clip it on my apron. “you have to wear this raggedy thing for a little while but in due time” he points to his name tag and taps on it “you’ll have one of these bad boys” i snicker and he smiles at me. we go back to the front and he’s showing me all the gears. all the while he was very friendly like the old mark i used to know and it brought me back to the days where we’d push each other on the swing so hard that the other almost fell off. but one time mark actually did fall off and broke his arm and my ass got beat… anyway, he shows me most of what i need to know for now and suggests we do a practice run.

he walks out the door and walks back in, pretending to be a different person. he bounces to the counter and says enthusiastically “hey! how are ya!” i laugh and reply “i’m doing well how are you?”. he flips like a light switch “did you just laugh at me?” he furrows his eyebrows and raises his voice. “no sir i-” “no! because that was a disrespectful manner towards a customer!” good thing other co-workers haven’t shown up yet because they would’ve genuinely been worried with the way he was yelling. “i apologize sir-” “i would like to speak to your manager!” he returns to his normal self “and see just like that you’re fired” i just stood there with my mouth agape. “coffee deprived customers could flip on you in an instant so just be aware of that ok” i just nod. “so its best to just stick to the script” he reaches over the counter and taps on the script he gave me. “let’s do this one last time before someone comes and is like what the hell are you doing you’re supposed to be training her” he says while walking towards the door.

the next practice run i follow the script exactly and i make it without getting yelled at again. “that was good but try not to read-it-like-this” he says mocking my choppy reading. we both laugh and i lightly push him. our laughter dies down and we’re left smiling at each other with gleaming eyes. mark clears his throat and checks the time. i look away and purse my lips from the borderline awkward atmosphere. “the others should be getting here around” someone walks through the door “now”.

it was around rush hour and the cafe was bustling. i was kind of having a hard time working the cashier efficiently so mark came to assist me. he was close to my side, close enough for me to feel the warmth of his body heat. one hand was on his hip and the other resting on the counter ready to tap something on the monitor if needed. it got to a point where there were too many people coming in and i wasn’t moving fast enough. mark put his hand on the small of my back and guided me away from the cashier “hey it’s getting really busy right now how about you go on break” he nodded and smiled reassuringly. i went to the break room kind of embarrassed that i couldn’t work quick enough. i felt like this, a job where you just take money and tap stuff on the monitor, was something i was incapable of. i bit into my sandwich with a frown on my face. mark soon joins me in the break room. i sits next to me with a huff. “today has probably been the busiest day all year” i just hum in response. then he notices the expression on my face. to anyone else they would think i was fine but mark has know me for too long to not catch on to my antics. “hey what’s wrong? what happened?” he turns his whole body towards me and puts his hand on my shoulder. “hm? nothing” i shake my head. “y/n” he says in a recognizable serious tone. “i just.. i felt like i couldn’t do it. like i wasn’t fast enough” “y/n, it’s your first day, i was the same way. the manager at the time made me go home because i was so slow” i chuckle “and the line was still backed up when i was doing it by myself just now. one guy asked for the manager and i told him he’s looking at him” i try to hide my shock. wow so those two years i avoided him he went and became a manager. i really should’ve done something instead of watching ‘the office’ in my spare time. “so don’t worry, i’m not going to fire you. i know these things take time. good thing i’m training you it’ll take less time” he smirks at me and i smile. butterflies let loose in my stomach from the smirk but i quickly catch them. oh how i missed the magic mark possessed that could take me out of a bad mood in almost an instant. i missed his humor. i missed his stupid self. i missed my best friend. i missed him.

the rest of your shift went smoothly and you didn’t need to ask mark for anymore help. he still teased you on occasion though. we both leave the cafe together. i get ready to ask mark where he’s going but a girl runs up to mark and embraces him. she kisses him and interlaces her fingers with his. “oh sorry y/n but i have plans, see you tomorrow” and with that they walk off in the opposite direction i was headed. that must be the same girl that was mentioned in mark’s 18th birthday dinner. that’s his soulmate. for some odd reason i feel a knife go through my heart. i try to brush it off as i walk home but the feeling is persistent. so persistent i shed a couple tears and my tattoo starts to burn.

months pass of me working at the cafe and i am no longer a trainee, obviously. mark and i have relit our old flame. i unblocked him on everything and we begin going to the movies, the park, and even each other’s dorm rooms. school has been in session for god knows how long now and we found out we live in the same dorm just the other day.

mark came over because he was suddenly in the mood to bake some cookies. he takes the cookies out the oven and tried to take one and eat it immediately. he hisses when his finger makes contact with the baking pan. “you have to make it cool stupid. god you’re about to be 20 in 4 days and you’re acting like you’re 4” i laugh. “why didn’t you stop me! you know this is how i am, ever since we were little” i stay quiet, trying to act like i didn’t hear what he just said. he sighs “y/n, i can’t keep acting like this” “like what” i act oblivious. “like we don’t have a past” “well frankly mark, i can” “well frankly y/n, i don’t want to” he started getting defensive. “‘don’t want to’” i repeat his words. “ want.. do you ever think about what i want? hell do you ever think about what i need? have you ever thought about what i need?” “ yes all the time” “that’s bullshit and you know it because if you thought about what i needed you wouldn’t have embarrassed me” i feel tears well up in my eyes. “y/n you’re still on that, that was junior year!” “yeah and that one moment in junior year ruined the rest of high school for me. everywhere i went i felt like people just looked at me and saw whore written across my forehead. and my quote on quote ‘friends’ didn’t help, they just told me to get over it. so that’s why i don’t believe you thought about what i needed all the time. because you would’ve thought about what i needed and i needed you” the tears finally spilled and i could see the guilt on mark’s face. “y/n..” he stands up and reaches out for me. “no you’re right. it was junior year. water under the bridge” i choke out a laugh. “no i’m not-” i cut him off “if you really care about what i need you should go because right now i need space. away from you” mark freezes. he puts his hands on his hips, looks up at the ceiling, and lets out a deep breath. he looks at me one last time and leaves my dorm.

four days pass and it’s mark’s birthday. in those four days, our works schedules were supposed to overlap but he hasn’t come to work. i kind of miss him there poking me in my side to make me jump in front of the customer. i contemplate whether or not i should text him happy birthday, instead i get a text from him.

mork ❣️:”y/n i know you need space right now and i do care about what you need but this is a friendship so i think the feeling should be mutual. and right now i need you more than ever right now” [8:47 pm]

mork ❣️:”im scared y/n” [9:03 pm]

mork ❣️:”please.” [9:04 pm]

a period at the end of the last message. oh it’s serious. i decide to put my pride to the side for his sake.

y/n :”i’m coming” [9:04 pm]

i make it to hs dorm room and the door was slightly open so i just walked in. i went straight to his room and walked in without knocking. the lamp on his desk was the only source of light. mark was hidden in the darkest corner but it was visible that he was crying and still is. “mark” he sniffs. i make my way over and sit next to him on the floor. “what happened?” i caress his back and do my best to fix his messy hair. “my.. my tattoo disappeared” he manages to get out between sobs. “what? how?” i remember when i was younger my parents told me that if i were ever mean to someone else, my tattoo would disappear but i always thought that was a way to scare me into being good. i never knew these thing actually happened. “i called my parents about it and they said it happens when one person or the other doesn’t deserve the tattoo, they both lose the tattoo. they asked me what i could’ve possibly done to make it vanish like this but i couldn’t think of anything. somehow i still feel like i did something wrong” he runs a hand half way through his hair and keeps it there. “can you think of anything that she could’ve done?” i ask sympathetically  “i don’t know” he says quickly and i can already tell he’s lying. “mark” i look him straight in the eyes. “i don’t want to tell you. you don’t like talking about the past so i want to respect that”. “i don’t care anymore. that was the past and i’ve come to realize that there’s nothing i can do about it. so go ahead, tell me what happened”. “prom night” as soon as he says that i remember. “that night i took the girl you always see me with to prom” i nod knowing who it is. “we thought we were perfect for each other because we had the same tattoo. so it was only right we went to prom together. half way through she went missing and when i found her she was making out with your ex” i tense at the mention of him. “i was heartbroken. when i was on the stairs my tattoo was fading in and out. when you blew me off that night i was devastated and felt like i had no one. i couldn’t really blame you, i was a complete dick” “i’m sorry i should’ve been there for you” “no it’s fine, you’re here for me now, that’s what matters” he gave me a small smile. “it’s not your fault” he furrows his eyebrows at me. “she made your tattoo disappear” he becomes sulky. “will i ever find someone y/n? what if i stay without a tattoo for the rest of my life? i want to love someone, i want someone to love me” he’s about to cry again so i hug him, letting him bury his head in the crook of my neck. “shh no don’t say that. i’m sure you’re going to find someone. the universe wouldn’t be so cruel to someone like you”. we stay in each other’s arms for a while without saying anything. then mark breaks the silence “thank you” “anytime. also happy birthday” he chuckles out a thank you, the vibration from his chest spreading throughout my whole body. i break the hug “personally, i don’t think this is the way to spend a birthday” i get up from the floor and put my hands out to help him up. “i think we should eat cake” “i don’t have cake” “we’ll make cake”.

we get to the kitchen and put some music on. i make the cake batter all by myself and throw it in the oven because when it comes to baking, mark is hopeless. we have our own little dance party and karaoke while waiting for the cake. when i take the cake out and go for the frosting mark gets a text. his facial expression automatically turns sour. “what is it?” i walk over to him. “she texted me” i take his phone from him.

my love 💝:”sorry markie i got caught up with family issues, i’m coming right now” [10:24 pm]

“family issues? has she ever told you about said ‘issues’?” i finger quote issues. he shakes his head. i scoff and tap my fingers across the keyboard.

mark :”i don’t think it’s a family issue if you want to suck someone else’s dick, i think that’s a you issue and if you can’t read behind the lines, we’re done, over, finished, broken up” [10:26 pm]

i start giggling and mark snatches his phone back. “what did you do-” his eyes widen at what you replied and he started giggling too. “anyway let’s get back to this cake”. we begin frosting the cake and i couldn’t fight the urge to smudge frosting on his adorable cheek. i laugh and start running when i see him with frosting on his fingers. the chase doesn’t last long because mark grabs me by the waist from behind and smears frosting all over both my cheeks. we were both weak from laughter to fight each other anymore. i leaned back onto mark’s chest and he didn’t make an effort to move so neither did i. the rest of the night was spent watching movies, me doing mark’s makeup, face masks, wrestling, awkward positions.. a lot of awkward positions.

work days at the cafe somehow became even better because we no longer had to act like we didn’t know each other. the hours went by quicker and the work didn’t feel as burdening. since mark was one of the managers, he made sure that our schedules damn near always overlapped. when we had to close together, he’d walk me back to my dorm room. if he didn’t have class the next day and he was too tired to go to his room he’d stay with me. he has a small space in my closet for his ‘sleepy sleep’ clothes as he likes to call it.

summer came around and we both went home to our parents. since we’re older now, we hang out whenever we want and wherever we want. this included a lot of trips to the beach because he wanted to watch the sunset and look at the stars. he loves to talk about our lives and where we might end up. he has now accepted the fact that he no longer has a tattoo so he doesn’t talk about that too much. he says that ‘it’s ok, as long as i have you by my side as my best friend i think i’ll be alright’.

the night before my birthday mark took me to my favorite spot. the cliff that looks over the beach where we love watching the sunset and stars. he lays a big blanket for the both of us to sit on. the sun had already set so the moon was reflecting off of the almost still water. the light was highlighting my prominent features and i didn’t even notice. out of the corner of my eye i see mark staring at me with a small smile on his face. i look over to him and smile “what?” he just shakes his head and looks down at his hands in his lap. “why did you take me so late? we missed the sunset~” i say with a pout. “it was kinda a last minute decision” “wow so you didn’t have this planned for my birthday beforehand! it was last minute and rushed huh?!” i push him playfully. he laughs that damn beautiful laugh that could cause world peace “no, no i did i just didn’t know if i should do it”. “well what is it?” i say curiosity in my voice. “y/n i..” he signs. “i don’t want you to turn 20” i open my mouth to question him but he continues. “i don’t want you to find your soulmate. because i want you. i like you y/n. i don’t want you with anyone else. but i don’t want to ruin your happiness with my selfishness. so i wanted to say this before you turned 20 so it wouldn’t jeopardize you losing your tattoo like me. i was so blinded by that tattoo i didn’t realize what i had right here” he lays his hand on top of mine. i was so taken aback that i just sat there and stared at him. “say something, please”. “i.. i like you too mark” we were inches away from each other. the moon was acting as a spotlight and the sound of the waves created an atmosphere that felt like we were the only people on earth. “god i just want to kiss you right now” he slightly furrows his eyebrows. i take the initiative and kiss him first. his lips were ever so soft as well as his hands cupping my cheeks. the kiss was passionate and filled with longing. he licked my bottom lip and i granted him access into my mouth. his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. i threw my leg over him to straddle his lap and the kiss got even more heated. he put one hand under my shirt and gripped my hip. the other hand was grabbing my ass, both were pulling me closer to him. “you’re so beautiful” he kisses down my jaw to my neck. i remove my shirt to give him more access and he kisses lower. i bite back a moan. i feel him start to grow beneath me and i grind down onto him. he groans and flips me onto my back. he takes off his shirt and i stare at his bare chest in awe. he returns back to my lips and slides his hands down to my shorts and damn near rips them off. my hands were lost in his hair while trying to deepen the already deep kiss. he slips his hand inside my underwear and sinks a finger inside me. i gasp at the new feeling. “fuck babe you’re so tight”. he continues working wonders on me and slips in 2 more fingers, stretching me out. at this point i’m a moaning mess. he feels me getting close and removes himself. i whine at this but he pays me no mind. he slides down my underwear and tosses them to the side. he opens my leg and connects his mouth to my heat. i moan out his name and i can feel him smirk against me. he works on me until i feel a knot tie in my stomach and unravel itself. he looks up at me as i release myself “i love seeing you like this” he gets rid of his pants and boxer briefs. my eyes widen at the sight of his dick. then is when i realize that i’ve never actually had a dick inside of me before. he sees the worry in my face “babe what’s wrong? if you want me to stop just tell me”. “no it’s not that it’s just that, i’ve never done this before” he raises his eyebrows at me. “baby” he kisses my cheek. “are you sure you want to lose it to me?” i nod “i’ve never been so sure in my life”. he kisses my forehead “i’ll go slow. don’t be afraid to tell me to stop if it hurts too much ok” i nod. “i need to hear you” he cups my cheek. “ok”. he grabs my hand entwines our fingers. he lines himself up with my entrance and i close my eyes, preparing myself. “no, babe, look at me” i open my eyes for his to hold mine. he slowly eases his tip in and watches my face twist from discomfort. he waits for me to give him the ok to keep going until he’s completely in. he buries his face in my neck, concentrating on not moving until i was ready. he was clenching his jaw hard and fisting and unfisting his hand. then i was finally ready for him to start moving. he went as slow as i needed until i wanted him to go faster. he was thrusting into me at a speed i didn’t think was possible. i wrapped my legs around his waist hoping that he would go even deeper. my free hand was holding onto his shoulder for some leverage. he began kissing and sucking on my neck again and i was in heaven. i was practically screaming his name and i was glad no one was around because they would’ve thought it was a murder going on. “i’m close princess, you’re doing- so- so good” he said between groans. his breathy moans were going right into my ear and it was turning me on even more, if possible. he raised my hips even more and snapped his hips at a new angle that brought tears to my eyes. the amount of pleasure mark was giving me was unbearable. i felt my walls contract and hold onto him. i shut my eyes tight and released with a yell of his name. he kept going to reach his high though and my legs started to shake. i could tell he was getting ready to pull out when i tell him i’m on the pill. this is the only time i’ll thank my period cramps for being so deadly. he kisses me deeply after i tell him that. he releases inside me with a loud groan. he rides out his high and finally pulls out. we lay next to each other for a few moments to catch our breaths then he gets up and opens his car. he comes back with clean clothes. “i forget you always have extra clothes in your car” i chuckle. “it’s convenient” he smiles at me. “i thought i had clothes in there too, why is it just your clothes?” i look at him confused. “because you look cute in my clothes” he pecks me on the lips.

we get dressed and lay back down on the blanket. i lay my head on his chest and my leg between his. his hand is lightly caressing my side with his fingertips, the other was checking his phone for the time. “we have three minutes before your birthday” he says with a frown on his face. i look up at his moon lit face “i’m gonna miss this mark” i brush the hair covering his eyes away. “really why does destiny have to be so cruel?”. “i don’t know. i must’ve been a serial killer in my past life to be so mistreated” i smile at his ridiculous joke. “i hope your tattoo comes back and you find someone that you love from the bottom of your heart. i hope that they make you happier than i ever could” “you too” his eyes begin to water. he checks his phone again. “we have one minute, can i get one last kiss?” “of course” we kiss one last time and we felt every single one of each other’s emotions in it. finally, the kiss breaks. we sit up straight and mark checks his phone. “happy birthday” he smiles while a stray tear falls down his cheek. “thank you” i smile at him. i feel my tattoo start burning and i wince. we both look at it glow in anticipation. the rose turns into an infinity symbol and stops glowing. mark winces too and looks at where his tattoo use to be. it starts glowing and soon forms the same infinity symbol. then our tattoos glow together. we look up at each other and smile. “i love you” mark says before kissing me the first of many kisses to come.

[gyeomork]

KCON2018 Thailand .::. Yugyeom x Phoenix

[gyeomork]

WKorea | Sehun keeps messing up his lines

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Explanation

(im jaebeom x reader)

genre: angst, light smut, fluff, roommate au

warnings: mild cursing, suggestive themes

word count: 3.5k

a/n: so idk if it’s been a long time since i last posted but hey i’m back lol. my last fic got like a lot of love so i was like oh shit wtf thAnk yU. so basically i got kinda in my jaebeom feels because of these pictures i saw and they just kinda hit different so i made a fic lol. anywAy k bye ^3^

“please please please~” jackson begged me. we were currently sitting on the couch in the living room having a conversation about me moving out so his girlfriend could move in. “you guys could just stay in your room and i’ll stay in mine. i’ll try to make my presence as unknown as possible” he looks at me bewildered. “y/n no!” i let out a deep sigh. “alright so let’s say i do move out, where would i go? hm?” “i already have that planned out “ he points at me and smirks “one of my best friends, jaebeom, i told about him right?” i nod. “he’s been living by himself for a while and having kind of a hard time paying for the place so i was hoping you could move in with him” i think about it for a few seconds. “is it cheaper?” he nods assuringly. “ok” i say and he jumps up in excitement. “but you have to do most of the heavy lifting” “ok!”

jackson sets down the last box in my new room. i lay down on the mattress already getting tired from the thought of packing out. “there you go. jaebeom should get home from work at 7 so you have some time to be loud with your music and bad singing”. “hey!” i attempt to kick him but he pushes my foot away. “that’s one thing i wont miss” he continues and i pout. “but overall i’m gonna miss you” he pats me on the head and i smile. “me too”. “listen, i gotta get going but have fun packing out ok! bye~” before i could say bye in return he slams my door shut. he’s not gonna miss me. i put on my music and start opening up the first box.

i finally finish packing out and take a shower to cool my body down. i put on some shorts and a tank top. i check the time and it was 6:43 pm; jaebeom should be getting home soon. I think to make a ‘thank you for letting me live here’ dinner-gift. i walk out my room and was surprised when the front door opened and two shadows walked in. god my first day here and we’re already getting robbed. the tall, wide shouldered shadow turns on the light and reveals a recognizable face from the some of the pictures jackson posted on instagram. he sees me and freezes in shock. the smaller shadow reveals a very pretty woman’s face that automatically turns defensive. “who is she and what is she doing here?” she inquires. i intervene hoping to clear the air “i’m y/n, jaebeom’s new roommate.” i hold out my hand for her to shake. she looks at me and scoffs, then to jaebeom “i can’t believe you” she walks out the door slamming it behind her. jaebeom goes after her and i’m left standing there awkwardly. i go back to my room to avoid more awkwardness when they come back. i can always make that thank you dinner another time. a few minutes later i hear a soft knock on my door. “y/n? it’s jaebeom” i get up and open the door. “i’m sorry i didn’t know-” “no, no it’s fine it’s my fault actually i forgot you were coming today and i forgot to tell her. i’m sorry she was so rude to you, she can be.. defensive at times” he looks kind of stressed. “it’s ok, i won’t take it personally”. “i’m jaebeom” he holds his hand out “we didn’t get to properly introduce ourselves earlier” i shake his hand “y/n” we both give small smiles. we hold hands and eye contact for a little too long. he scans my body and i become self conscious remembering that i don’t have a bra on. i let go and cross my arms over my chest. “i’ve had a long day, so i’ll be going to bed now. good night.” i closed the door as quick as i could without being rude. i scold myself for not wearing the proper clothes. i was so used to living and being so comfortable with jackson that i completely forgot that this is not how you dress around a stranger. especially a man. an attractive man. with a girlfriend. i brush my teeth and go to bed to avoid overthinking.

i wake up early the next morning to make a thank you breakfast instead in hopes of getting on jaebeom’s girlfriend’s good side. jaebeom walks into the kitchen while i’m in the middle of cracking an egg. “good morning” he says in a husky voice. “good morning” i reply back. “you didn’t have to make breakfast, i’m the one that usually makes it” “oh no i wanted to make a thank you dinner last night but..” “my girlfriend” he finishes my sentence for me. “where is she by the way? i want to apologize” he frowns and sighs deeply “she got mad yesterday and left. and i told you it’s not your fault, you don’t have to apologize” he puts his hand on my shoulder and stares dead into my eyes. all of a sudden, i get hot. like extremely. like so hot i begin sweating. like so hot that i hear beeping… beeping? i turn around and realize that the pancakes i had on the stove caught on fire. i immediately start panicking and trying to blow it out and it only gets bigger. jaebeom comes with a fire extinguisher and pulls me away from the fire by the waist. he puts out the fire swiftly and sinks to the floor. i sit across from him and try to regulate my breathing. he squeezes the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.  god my second day here and i almost burn the house down. what tomorrow? i blow up the whole neighborhood? i get ready for the ‘you almost made my girlfriend break up with me and burn my house down get the fuck out’. but instead he just starts laughing and i do too. “what the hell were you cooking that it caught on fire like that?” “pancakes” he widens his eyes at me. “oh i am definitely cooking from now on” “no i promise i can cook just let me show you” i get up and reach for the pan. he gets up too and stops my hand from even getting remotely close to the pan. “i think we should settle for some cereal” “ok” i sigh. he pours us both a bowl and says “i don’t work today so if you’d like to do something and get to know each other, i’m free all day”. “yeah sure what did you have in mind?” “i was thinking about noraebang (karaoke). i think it’ll be really good to destress after..” he looks to the stove. “stop!~” he bursts out laughing. “so is that a yes or no?” “yes, i’ll go” “what time do you want to go?” i look at the time that reads 9:28 am “maybe around 2-ish”. “ok, 2-ish it is” he gives me a cute smile.

we enter the small room of stress relief and put our stuff down. “you want to go first?” jaebeom asks. “why should i go first?” “you must have the more stress than me, after all you did almost burn our house down” my heart kind of fluttered at ‘our house’ but it was overpowered by the annoyance i felt. i suck my teeth and grab the microphone and remote. i choose a song to terribly sing to and begin. i get a 64 as a score and when i turn around jaebeom is staring at me in disbelief. “yeah, yeah i’m bad at signing ok next your turn” “i wouldn’t say ‘bad’ i’d just say a little.. flat that’s all” “yeah ok here” i roll my eyes at him and shove the microphone in his chest; he snickers. he chooses a ballad and starts singing. and holy shit he can sing. this man sing sing like damn. when he’s done he gets a score of 98. “so this is why to took me here huh. to show off” i accuse him. “no, not at all” he waves me off and laughs. “here it’s your turn” he holds out the mic to me. “no let's do one together” i grab the other mic. we choose a trot and have fun just jumping around and being fools. there was a time when i was laughing my ass off and jaebeom was standing there staring at me, smiling. i guess he was amused by my ugly laugh but either way it made me blush. after dozens of songs later, jaebeom was doing his last one. he chose a slow love song and the way he was singing it could make anyone fall in love with him. he sung with his eyes closed; he knew it like the back of his hand. he turned to face me and opened his eyes to bore holes into mine. the normal me would avert to look at anything other than his eyes but there was something different about this time. i felt like if i did, my heart would stop or my lungs would burst or something would happen where i couldn’t live anymore. i felt like everything i needed to live was in the eye contact we were currently holding. he continues to sing to me with loving eyes and cups my cheek with his soft hands. my face would be hot if it weren’t for his rings cooling me down. the song ends and he drops the hand holding the mic to his lips to his side. he tilts his head to the side and leans in. his lips meet mine and i freeze. his kiss was soft and delicate like he didn’t want to hurt me, like he was scared i would reject him. i close my eyes and kiss him back. that fear was soon replaced by lust and desire. he bends down to put the mic on the table without breaking the kiss. the now unoccupied hand finds its way to my hip, pulling me closer. my hands move to the back of his neck and get lost in his hair. they move to his chest as i snap out of it and push him away. “you have a girlfriend” i say in disgust. “how could you even think about doing this to her?” i furrow my eyebrows “to me?” i reach for the door handle and jaebeom grabs my wrist. “y/n” i shake him off aggressively and walk out of the noraebang and all the way home.

when i get home jaebeom is waiting for me in the couch with his head in his hands. i try to walk past him quickly to my room but as soon as he sees me and jumps up almost immediately to block my way. “y/n please let me explain” “what is there to explain?” i maneuver my way around him. “a lot” he follows me on my way to my room. “no i think i understood the situation very clearly” i try to slam my door but he stops it with his hand. “no you didn’t and you still don’t” “ahh really? what part about you kissing me while having a girlfriend could i not possibly understand?” i succeed in slamming the door this time and lock the door. “all of it!” he yells through the door. i take a deep breath and rub my temples. i take a hot shower to calm my nerves and stay in my room for the rest of the day until it was time to go to bed.

the next day i pack a bag early in the morning and go to jackson’s place. i just couldn’t stay in that house, i needed a break. i think i’ve been more stressed in the last two day than i’ve ever been in my life. i ring on the doorbell and thankfully jackson answers the door. “y/n what the hell are you doing here so early?” “so i don’t have to see jaebeom” “what? why? don’t tell me you guys fought already” “i tell you everything” i walk inside and to the living room.

i finish my story without getting my blood completely boiling. “well, i think you should let him explain” jackson says as if it were that simple. “no! why should i?” “you know how hard it can be to control feelings especially if they’re strong and i know jaebeom, i know he wouldn’t be so irrational”. i know i should trust what jackson says because despite his stupidity at times, he actually gives good advice but i can’t help but get upset thinking about what jaebeom did. i just wish he would have vocalized himself first before making such an impulsive decision. “plus i know things that you don’t” he says persuasively. “ok but give me a few days to cool down” “as much time as you need as long as you listen to him” he pats me on the shoulder. “great so can i stay here?” it wouldn’t be too bad because jackson’s girlfriend knows me and would be understanding. “you- wah~ unbelievable! yes but only for two days ok” “i thought you said i could take as much time as i needed” “you can but not in my house” he gets up to go to his room. “some friend huh” “the best” he shouts down the hallway.

it’s been about four days and i get a text message from a random number.

“y/n hey it’s jaebeom when you see this please respond. i am so sorry for what i have done but if you could just let me talk to you everything will be better, i promise”

i could not believe this man had the audacity to text me. did it look like i wanted to talk to you?

i respond anyway.

“promises are made to be broken”

i turn off my phone in anger. how did he even get my number in the first place? i close my eyes and take a deep breath “jackson!” i yell. he peeps into the room like a kid who got caught stealing a piece of candy. “did you give my number to jaebeom?” “yes but-” “no buts, you’re supposed to be my friend and help me why would you do that?” i say starting to get fed up. “because! you need to get out my house y/n! it’s almost been a week. how am i supposed to get some quality alone time with my girl if you’re here moping around?” i stay silent. now i see why he needed me to move out. he sighs “listen, jaebeom is at work right now so we could go over there-” i cut him off “no. nope, not possible” “y/n listen to me please” he says in a serious tone.  “fine” “ok so we can go and when he comes home i can help let both sides of the story be told and let you guys come to an understanding and everything can be sunshine, happy, and rainbows again” i laugh at the last part. “so do we have a deal?” i sigh deeply in defeat “deal”.

when we get to my shared home, i go to my room to put my bag away and jackson follows with a chair. “why are you bringing that?” “we need to all be facing each other you know. i read somewhere that it helps the brain process information in a more understanding way” i don’t think he did but i’d rather not question jackson at his weird times. i open my room door and walk in to see jaebeom sitting on my bed. i turn back to leave and the door is closed. i try the handle and it doesn’t budge. jackson yells from the other side of the door “you’re not coming out until you guys are all made up” i roll my eyes so far back they nearly get stuck. “y/n” a soft voice comes from behind me. “yes” i answer back with poison in my tone. “please” his voice plead and i found it hard to say no. i turn back and sit next to him on the bed, making sure to keep my distance. “go ahead” “thank you. firstly, i want to say i’m sorry for not speaking my mind before i made such a choice and not trusting you enough to tell you the situation and making you feel used. so that woman that you saw me with that first night was once my girlfriend that i actually considered to be my girlfriend but that was ages ago in college. i got this place when i was in a good enough position to and everything was good for a while but then bills got overwhelming and i needed some help and she was there for me. but then she got extremely controlling and i wanted to break up with her for the longest time but every time i’d try to she’d threaten me by saying that i’d lose this place and that my parents wouldn’t take me back because they told me not to do this and i just felt so trapped” i rub his shoulder in an attempt to console him. “so when jackson said that you could move in i was so relieved like the weight of the world was lifted off of me. that night when she stormed out and i followed her, i broke things off and that had to have been the best night of my life. i didn’t want to tell you we broke up at first because i knew that no matter how many times i’d say it’s not your fault, you’d still blame yourself. and i was embarrassed to tell the truth, i was afraid you’d think i was pathetic. but i feel even more pathetic now that you’re mad at me and you have a right to because it’s all my fault”. i started to feel guilty “jaebeom no it’s not, i should’ve let you explain yourself. i was a insensitive bitch and i should’ve listened to you instead of leaving without notice” “no don’t say that” he cups my cheek just like he did in the noraebang minus the rings so this time, my face was heating up completely. “why shouldn’t i?” i ask, my voice barely above a whisper. “because i hate seeing you beat yourself up and every time you do i want to kiss you until the sun comes up” his face was so close that his breath was brushing lightly on my face. “so why don’t you?” “can i?” “god jaebeom yes”. he crashes his lips into mine with longing and fervour; i return the same emotions. i feel his hands all over me and he lays me down without breaking the kiss. “let me make everything up to you” he kisses a trail down my jaw to my chest. he hastily pulls my shorts down and spreads apart my legs. he kisses the insides of my thighs lovingly and pulls down my underwear.

he collapses next to me and we both catch our breaths. he pulls me on top of him and holds me in his arms. he caresses my cheek “you’re so beautiful” he kisses me on my forehead and i smile. we stay there for a while, enjoying each other’s presences until my stomach rumbles and i curse at myself. “hungry?” he chuckles. i cover my face with my hands and smile shyly. he pulls my hands away from my face and kisses them. “come on, i’ll make you something and i won’t let it catch on fire” i frown at him and he laughs. he puts on his boxer briefs and leaves the room. i soon follow him to his room to steal some clothes from him. i search through his drawer and grab a black long sleeve to put on. jaebeom comes behind me and grabs me by the waist to move me out of the way so he can search through the drawer as well. “is jackson still here?” “no he left a long time ago” i hum in understanding. “wait, how do you know? and come to think of it how did you get out the room?” he freezes in front of me like a deer caught in headlights and runs out the room. i catch up to and jump on his back. he falls to the ground “tell me!” i start pinching him. “ok ok i asked him to plan it” “you ask him to plan for us to have sex?!” “no! i asked him to bring you here so i can apologize and leave after 30 minutes so then i could confess but i guess things took another route”. “ugh i hate you guys” i ease off of him but he turns on his back and pulls me back down on him. “you couldn’t possibly hate me babe”

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