ssixa

[ssixa]

creep (l. hs)

pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. friends older brother AU, explicit smutty smut smut, one shot

warnings. profanity, y/n caught peeping, dom heeseung- he gets mean, masturbation, oral, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.

wc. 5000

a/n. 1000 followers, thank you🥹 accept my excuse to write filth🤍

Crush(follow up)—>

“aren’t we too old to play this game?”

“ahh don’t act so pretentious, you’re just mad that it’s your turn.” your friend replies in a snarky tone, dangling an accusing finger in your face.

“fine, whatever.” you mutter, feeling the pressure of judgemental stares burning across your face. “dare.”

an orchestra of girlish ‘oooooo’ sounds burst around you, a telltale sign of immaturity.

“scandalous.” one of your friends says, filing her nails into perfect oval shapes. “I have the perfect dare for you.”

she shares a knowing look around the circle you all sit in. tapping her chin with the crystal nail board file in her hand deviously. “sneak into Heeseung’s room and bring back a pair of boxers.. blue ones!”

“what?!”

she smirks, shrugging and directing her chin toward the stairs leading up to the bedroom in question. “you chose dare.”

“don’t stress too much about it.” your friend whispers low enough for the group behind you to not pick up on. leading you up the stairs, she fathoms up an excuse that you may get lost and end up in her parents bedroom instead of her older brother’s. “Heeseung went out a while ago with Jay, he shouldn’t be back until later.”

“I know where his room is..” 

“you looked worried,” she stops at the top of the stairs with you, clutching onto your forearm. “don’t let them get to you, I really don’t care that you have a crush on my brother.”

“I d-don’t” you start to splutter, grateful that the hallway light is turned off, masking the heat rising up your cheeks with shadows. 

“seriously, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” she pats your shoulder, directing a thumb back down the stairs. “try not to get lost!”

“I don’t even like Heeseung like that..” you mumble to yourself, calmly striding toward his bedroom door. “what did she even mean…used to what?!”

the door before you draws a cringeful expression across your features, adorned with a thin metal plaque that says ‘BEWARE OF DOG’ in bright orange letters against a black background. “god, whose yard did he steal this from?”

“what a dork..” it’s mostly to keep yourself level headed, unable to fight the tremble ripping down to the tips of your fingers as you graze the bedroom’s door handle. “he’s not home.”

taking a deep breath, you nod to reassure yourself, you really have nothing to worry about. 

unless you get caught, of course.

Heeseung’s room is— as you should have expected, a disaster. unmade bed, crooked posters strewn all over four walls, some half peeled off. chains and jeans pile up on the floor surrounded by clunky skater sneakers and two boards.

his musk wafts through the air, tickling a pathway up your nostrils; stirring memories, memories you tried to forget.

memories of Heeseung coming home dripping in sweat, chugging down water with a heated gaze shadowed by the fan his eyelashes create where he stood. sip after sip without breaking a trance-like stare, slicing through your soul to expose secrets you try to keep to yourself.

secrets you aren’t even willing to share with your closest friends— Heeseung’s sister sat across from you giggling over her current boy of the week; too caught up in flirtatious banter to notice your discomfort. sweat itched at your nape, resorting to your anxious habit of picking at your nails to contain your nerves. 

Heeseung noticed though, thoroughly enjoying how your leg began to bounce the longer he took to finish off the glass of water forming condensation in his grip. foggy moisture seeped down his wrist, trickles streamed down his throat. all of it grabbing your attention as you pretended to stretch and flitter a glance around the room.

even as he tapped off the glass and dried off his pout with the back of his hand, he continued to burn holes into your side. adding more taunt where he stood, displaying an act of contemplation by tapping his chin thoughtfully. 

“hmmm” he murmured, shifting from foot to foot to aid his next decision. snapping his thumb and index finger, the light bulb turned on in his mind igniting flames throughout his iris; glinting bright and lively even as his eyelids lowered, fitting you with a lazy look.

“ah, there it is.” Heeseung said- to himself, despite your less than discrete stare. he smirked, toying with you by never breaking eye contact as he moved closer in slow motion. beads of sweat lined his forehead, pouring down faster with each step he took.

“excuse me.” he said flatly, averting his attention to the area just behind you. bending forward, the top of his shirt grazed your nose, instantly smacked with the scent of lingering body wash. hints of woodsy undertones masked by a fresh aroma of dark berries; tickling up high enough to reach your brain. 

Heeseung huffed, dipping in closer until your lips pressed to his shoulder, involuntarily puckering against the damp white cotton t-shirt clinging to his warm skin; leaving residue of your natural tone pink lip gloss to stain the heavily bleached material.

“thought I had lost this.” he grinned, passing a cartoon keychain between his fingers. 

“uh..” biting down on the sides of your tongue, you sank deeper into your seat. stuck on a dollop of sweat bubbled at the tip of Heeseung’s nose, hanging precariously, begging to be licked away.

he blinked, slowly returning to your gaze, tilting to the side just enough for the bead of sweat to drop; drop and land upon your upper lip, hot enough to expel steam and cause your mouth to tremble.

“I’ll be going to my room now.” with that, Heeseung spun on his foot, strutting out of the kitchen, out of your line of sight.

that memory painted the depths of your mind, screaming and cursing to yourself as you drove home.

“what did he even mean! going to his room?!? was I supposed to follow him?!?” 

and now, standing in Heeseung’s bedroom, dragging your fingers across his unkempt bedding, you ask yourself again-

“what did he mean!” you sigh, plopping onto his bed. engulfed by pillows coated in his scent. a scent that’s lodged itself deep within your sense, so much so that you recognize the moment Heeseung steps foot into the room now.

“who cares anyway.” you grunt, ignoring the ‘I care’ your subconscious responds with.

blue boxers, that’s what you’re here for. not to reminisce a failed crush that would never lead to more than mysterious glances and one sided lust.

the problem is, Heeseung has lines upon lines of drawers. most you find filled with mangas and porn, buried beneath old textbooks and skateboard magazines. growing more frustrated with yourself as you keep pausing to look through each item and lose track of time.

“don’t worry about it, feel better dude.”

Heeseung’s rich voice reaches your ears, followed by heavy footsteps ascending down the hallway. 

“fuck! shit fuckfuck!!” you curse, scanning the bedroom with quick lightning speed. the best option 5 feet away-- to hide inside of Heeseung’s closet.

holding your breath, you gingerly step inside, careful to shut the door just enough to not make a sound as Heeseung’s bedroom door closes behind him noisily.

he trudges in listlessly, turning his head side to side with a bored look. stopping abruptly as something near the closet catches his eye, a white t-shirt..

seemingly pleased, Heeseung picks up the garment between two fingers, striding over to his bed. he sighs, smirking and turning the shirt in his hold, stopping to admire a part of it. 

the part still carrying your lip stain from months ago. never once washed after that day, Heeseung found it cute at first. cute until he remembered the way your thighs clenched together, the shortness of your breath, and each nervous look you snuck toward him.

“cute..” he says to himself, pushing back to settle against the wall. Heeseung’s lips protrude in thought, setting the shirt next to himself to unzip his jeans.

shit. shit shit shit. 

you should look away, you shouldn’t continue to watch him shimmying out of his boxers through a small crack with your forehead perched on the doorframe. 

blue boxers rest on the middle of his thighs, shoving up his shirt enough for his throbbing length to breathe freely. you have to bite down on your lip, grab at the wall, whatever you can find surrounding you to stay stable. 

Heeseung licks a trail of spit up his palm, hissing and wrapping a fist around the base of his length as his other hand lowers, smoothing and rubbing the tip of his cock. pre-cum smears, mixing in with saliva, pushed lower to circle and tug around himself.

the worst and best part are really his reactions to each motion. a tight furrow between his eyebrows, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and speckles of pink rising from his throat to the apple of his cheeks.

his throat, on full display, huffing out short breathy moans as he builds a speed around himself. his hips lift every now and then, rolling up to fuck into his palm with more urgency. tossing his head side to side when he squeezes at the base torturously.

he’s toying with himself, serving just enough pleasure to make it feel good and fill his balls. enough to fool himself once again with the idea of getting off, only to halt and grunt, work himself to a painful orgasm the longer he resists. 

heat tickles throughout his belly, lowering to ride down to the tip of his shaft. glistening with a thin sheen of spit and pre-cum aiding to each glide under his pumping fist. 

he’s drawing up, hips rutting side to side in search of something to bury himself in. eyeing the shirt next to him, he squeaks, breathlessly moaning your name. rutting up faster with his knees bent, shoving his socked cover toes deeper into the bed.

“fuck..” you near cry, buckling at your knees; weakened and exhausted from only watching, itching through your palms like a dog in heat to be the one stroking his length. 

“fuck, I’m such a creep for this..” rubbing your thighs together like matches, you stumble back, gasping and knocking into a row of hung clothes. metal clatters, and the airy sound of wads of clothing smacking onto the floor circle around you. all of that coming to a stop as the closet door rips open.

“what the fuck?!”

Heeseung’s shadow looms over you, tucked back into his blue boxers, secured under his jeans. frazzled and infuriated where he stands with his eyes nearly bulged out. 

“I— oh crap..” you stutter, holding your hands up defenselessly. “I can explain!”

“you’ve been in here this entire time?!?” he exclaims, pupils blown. pushing away and shaking his head as he rips at tufts of hair. “WERE YOU WATCHING ME?”

“Heeseung! no no! really, listen!!” you crawl, stumbling on weak ankles to scamper after him. “it was just a dare!”

“a dare to hide in my closet?!” he’s pissed, hissing shouts between gritted teeth. 

“no! I..I—I..” 

crossing his arms, he stands intimidating above you appearing disgusted by your stuttering, fixing you with a piercing glare. “what did you see, huh?”

“n-nothing..” you lie, you never were good at lying though..

he scoffs, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth. nodding and rolling his neck around. “you have to show me whatever you saw.”

“huh?” 

“don’t play dumb.” Heeseung scolds you with a condescending tone. “you hid in my closet and watched me jerk off. you know what that makes you?”

“I didn’t! I didn’t watch!” you scramble to deny, clutching onto his thighs to pull yourself up. he sets his hand on your shoulder, shifting to leverage his weight there.

“you did, just like a no good creep.” reading shame written across your face, he leers, dipping his thumb into your clavicle until you squirm. “unless you want me to let my sister know what a filthy little pervert her friend is, you better do as I say.”

“Hee, please..don’t be like this!” you plead, grimacing from his fingers sinking into your shoulder. “what do you want me to do!”

“what? you’re the only one who gets to have a free show?” Heeseung smirks, aiming his chin to direct you toward his bed. “show me exactly what you saw. don’t make me repeat myself again.”

his menacing low tone makes your spine shrivel, silently nodding as you clamber onto his bed. eyeing the t-shirt still laid on his pillow, Heeseung follows your line of sight, mumbling a curse under his breath.

“I knew you were lying.” climbing on with you, he moves closer using his knees. nodding for you to sit against the wall just as he had. “your trembling thighs gave you away anyway.”

“I didn’t…see everything.” you did, but something about building onto your lie added thrill to your current predicament. 

when Heeseung said he’d be going to his room in a suggestive manner, you stayed put. rooted to your seat as your mind whirled with scenarios that could unfold if you followed after him. scenarios you’d continue to create for months, daydreaming of landing yourself in this position. sprawled on his bed, filled with fear, excitement, exploding nerves, heat and desire.

“oh yeah?” he mocks, grinning, smoothing his palms up your bare calves to your knees. “like what you saw? like what you heard?”

he knows you heard him moaning your name, pummeling his fist imagining you convulsing around him. begging and bursting into tears; urging him to slow down, and fuck you harder at the same time.

pushing against your knees, he doesn’t give you much time to respond. pinching up your inner thighs until he can tease at the lining of your pajama shorts. “Hello Kitty pjs..”

biting back a smile, he motions for you to hurry up, tapping his wrist to say you’re wasting his time. “exactly how I did it.”

“oka-okay..” in a quick action, you’re shimmying out of your pjs and panties. the man before you freezing, expecting more of a fight. a shy look and squished together thighs licks arousal through his gut, painfully aching as you duck your chin to hide the embarrassment staining your cheeks.

Heeseung never managed to finish getting off with you interrupting his alone time. he’s hard as a rock, trapped against his abdomen throbbing pitifully. tense and rageful, more frustrated by your much too slow movements.

“is that what I did?” he questions with no confusion, continuing to speak in a stern manner. Heeseung jerks his head, jaw tight to keep up a strong image. “come on, what are you waiting for.”

slowly, you stretch open, hitting him with the visual of your naked wet core. the bedding beneath you turns darker, pooled with wetness trickling down past your rim. 

Heeseung has to swallow, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down to quill his dry throat. he gestures for you to continue on, hypnotized by your fingers inching closer and closer to your mound. 

he’s struck, in awe watching your pussy folds part open. fat clit ready to be abused, riper than fresh fruit, dripping with sweet honey. his fist slams into the bed, nodding with urgency. “touch yourself, do it like I did.”

you listen, biting on your lip with your skin gathering between your brows. frustrated beyond belief to only just now get to touch yourself. ragged breaths leave your lips faster, trembling against your vocal chords with whimpered moans.

“god..” Heeseung’s neck drops, licking away the drool that’s dribbling out past the seam of his lips. heart shattering as he watches you circle your entrance, tapping and prodding two finger tips in just to feel your pulse speed up. “fuck..”

growing confidence and losing yourself to the pleasure, you arch, completely giving him the full view of your cunt. stroking side to side at your clit until a loud embarrassing moan flies free from your lips. Heeseung’s distraught hungry demeanor encourages your fingers to work faster. obscene wet splash-like sounds boom around you. throwing your head back, you hit one of his pillows, greeted by the scent that led you to this moment once again.

“I’m..close..” you announce, bitterly, not wanting this to end. pushed faster to the tip of your climax by the image before you of your biggest desire falling apart, drooling with his jaw hung. cock twitching under his shirt, begging to fuck you with a wanton gaze.

a muffled growl passes through his throat, hunched forward in a trance watching your hole spurt another glob of wetness out. opening and closing deliciously, rolling tremors up his thighs with each contraction shown off. “your little holes begging for me.” 

another twitch of your hips confirms how much you want him. writhing close enough for the scent of your wetness to infiltrate his senses, Heeseung topples over. face hovering right above your cunt like a man starved, finally finding a meal after months of voyage. 

“Heeseung..touch me” you shift, unveiling how much dampness has gathered under your ass. pouring wet like a fountain, squeezing at nothing but air.

“say please,” he smirks, grinding the backs of his teeth together to keep his tough shell intact. just as desperate and if not more needy with impatience to fuck you, fill you to the brim with his cock.

“please please! can’t wait anymore!” you sound even prettier begging, watery with tears threatening the rims of your eyes. reaching grabby hands for him to come closer, to give you what you want.

“pretty pretty pretty please,” licking his lips, he cages in on your face. the tip of his tongue traces across your plump upper lip. 

“pleasepleaseplease! pretty please!”

Heeseung sits back, smacking your hand away from your core. licking between his fingers before taking over your position. he rubs circles just as you had, better even. firmer, rougher and more commanding. forearm flexing, lined with angry veins from his meaty hand to the crook of his elbow. 

“such a dirty girl, always staring at me. even sneaking into my room to watch me.” he teases, sliding up and down between your folds. “is that how badly you want me? no decency to even ask, creep around instead hoping to get caught.”

it’s humiliating how much you wither and grind against his palm. babbling on about how you aren’t a creep, you’re not a dirty girl; earning smack after smack on your pussy with each denial.

“you’re so tight..” Heeseung glides the tips of two fingers inside, much like you had. “wanna feel you struggle to stretch around me. is that what you want?”

the more questions he asks feel more and more like a jeer, poking fun of you to your face in your weakest moment. left with no choice but to admit the truth if you want to get off. “wa-wanna feel you, feel you f-fuck me.”

Heeseung’s mouth goes numb, unable to control the amount of saliva coating his tongue. wanting to maul your cunt and feel your thighs clamp around him, strangle him until he can’t breathe properly.

“gonna fuck you, punish you being a bad girl.” he goes on patronizing you, using the act to set aside how badly he needs to feel you. fighting back from violently licking strips up your pretty cunt until you scream for him.

Heeseung’s parting open your thighs again, pushing at the backs of your knees until you hitch up enough. ass raised off his bed letting out mournful little whimpers, huffing his name out in broken parts.

“seung..” you can’t stop whining, embarrassed by how he admires your hole, lifting your lower half enough for you to watch as well. becoming obsessed with the flutter and push, his face dips in closer; the tip of his nose gliding in a circle around your clit. meticulously moving lower and lower until his lips pucker at your entrance.

“fuck..” Heeseung groans, breathing in your heady scent. kissing and pulling back to watch your hole spasm, empty, calling for him to use over and over again.

he can’t wait anymore, unhinging his jaw as he leans in, licking a fat stripe from your delicate hole to your clit; sucking a way up your glossy seam with a long drag of his tongue. Heeseung swirls around your clit expertly, pleased by your hands burying into his hair. clutching and pulling waves of pleasure down to his cock. he ruts against the bed, firmly gripping onto your hips for control.

slammed back down, he works with your circling hips, grunting with each pass on your stiff clit. using extra force to stop your incessant movements and hips from slipping free, he locks around your bundle of nerves. suckling and paying extra attention to your moans amplified with each pointed stroke of his tongue along the sides.

bucking up, you set a grind against his hot mouth. crying out and ripping bunches of his hair to a painful point, evident by the way Heeseung’s eyes clench shut, swallowing down hissed moans.

“fuck! oh fuck Hee—“ breaking off into a repeated round of pleads, his mouth lowers, pushing past your tightened entrance to curl his tongue deep inside of you. nose shoved against your clit wiggling side to side with his tongue lodged as far as his jaw will allow. “I-I can’t!”

you buckle, slapping your thighs together against his hold only to be pushed up higher to accommodate his mouth. relentlessly he buries his tongue in, stealing an orgasm out of you faster than you can process. mind hazy and sensitive as you attempt to move away from his lips wrapped around your clit.

“n-no more..can’t, no m-ore.” your protest falls on deaf ears, ignoring you as he litters kisses over your mound. Heeseung sits up, slapping the sides of your thighs. the tip of his nose obscenely wet, dripping from the tip with your arousal.

“oh you can’t?” he pouts, large glossy eyes innocent as he blinks slowly. “you can’t?? after hiding in my closet and begging me to fuck you?? you can’t?”

“Heeseung..” you whimper brokenly, too exhausted to mutter anything more.

“aww” he chides, kissing the backs of his teeth. “Heeseunnggggg.”

he laughs arrogantly between lapping his upper lip clean, cupping your center to dig the heel of his palm against your clit and watch you cry harder. 

“Heeseung Heeseung Heeseung,” he repeats, mimicking your strained tone. a playful smirk lifts one corner of his mouth, leisurely toying with your heat. “say you can’t anymore, but your pussy won’t stop rubbing against me. a creep, and a liar?”

“no..not..” your teeth chatter, embarrassed that you can’t even give him a proper reply. incoherence taking over your sense, the only thought filling your head to get fucked.

Heeseung’s smirk grows at that, rolling two fingers down, he circles your entrance, smearing the release between his digits. “I can fuck you deeper than your useless little fingers, that’s what you want, right? want me to make you cum, fucked full of my cock. bet you thought about it, watching me jerk off.. wishing it was you.”

“I—I…n-no..” you try to say, breaking off as Heeseung licks his palm clean. twisting the bottom of his t-shirt off, he throws it aside. the tip of his cock rages against his stomach trapped in his waistband, red and swollen. “oh fuck.”

“what was that now?” he sneers, wiggling a finger for you to sit up. “come here.”

obediently you lift without hesitation, coughing to mask your embarrassment. Heeseung fakes a pout, capturing your cheeks with one hand. the pads of his fingers sink into the hollows, forcing your mouth to jut out as he continues to jeer. “what would my sister say if she found out you were in here? drooling, covered in snot and tears, pussy making a fucking mess on my bed.”

“please, d-don’t tell her..” you pant as he brushes against your lips, sucking your wheezed breath away. 

“you gonna be a good girl and listen to me now?” he nods your head for you, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth. neediness and lust paints your mouth, swallowed and sucked around. a rushed heated kiss loosening your head to hang limblessly from your neck, passing thirsty moans between the swipes of his lips.

“please,” you pant, swallowing dryly. “please, wanna be so good for you. wanna be the best for you.”

“I know, my cute good girl..” he coo’s, slapping your hip until you flip around onto your knees. Heeseung whips a hand across your ass, hard, stinging in the aftermath. “yeah, just like that. show me how pretty that pussy looks from the back.”

despite your fingers wrinkling his bedding, and your waist trembling from another slap to your bottom, you nod. arching forward pushing your ass out further, curving your hips wider to space out an area between your legs for him.

Heeseung audibly swallows behind you, the click and clack of his belt and zipper chills up your spine. face dropping lower to catch a glimpse of his naked flexed thighs. his fist pumping up and down, spreading excess amounts of pre-cum to coat his length.

shifting closer, he drags his dick through your glistening folds. cursing and grunting behind you about how it feels so good, feels so right. “so fucking wet, dripping down to your knees.”

choking out a cough, you duck, burying the side of your face in his bed to hide your shame. he’s right, lewd drops of wetness stream down your inner thighs. disgustingly aroused, your hole pulses, kissing at his tip eagerly with each pass. 

“what was that again? you can’t, right?” he laughs, going stir crazy from each ripple your ass gives upon making contact with his hips. 

“please, I’m g-good…good gi—“ you whimper again, cut off by Heeseung’s hips ramming forward. burying inside of you for the first time, deep and stretched full. better than any stretch you’ve experienced. 

he fucks vigorously, clapping against the backs of your thighs and ass. jerking your knees to move forward until you’re gripping for dear life onto the edge of his bed, muffling drawn out screams by biting at his blanket. “fuckfuck!”

Heeseung only fucks you deeper, gaining power as you lose yours, burying his dick into you over and over. he can’t tell what’s better, watching your ass bounce sinking up and down on his wet length, or your adorable whimpers, stammering his name out like a broken record.

“so good, best pussy I’ve ever had.” he grits out while moaning, leaning over your back to grab a fistful of your hair and tug your dipped in back against his chest. he bites at your jaw, focusing on your eyes rolling around as he fucks you. “this what you wanted, huh?”

Heeseung shakes your head, pulling roughly on your scalp with a merciless grip. “needed, always w-wanted you.”

“fuck!” letting go of your hair, he circles your waist. thighs burning as he fucks into you with more force, throttling up hard enough to bruise your ass. “been wanting this, wanted to fuck you for so long. always staring at me like such an innocent slut, making me picture you while I cum all over my fist, is that right?”

you give him no more than breathless pants, eyebrows furrowed together as he hits deeper and deeper inside of you. the repetitive motion reaching past your sanity, split open on his length over and over again. he’s too deep, throbbing fiercely, pushing your walls to the limit. his balls smack against you obscenely, exuding lewd sounds between your bodies; disgusting and brain numbing.

“wanna feel you squeeze around me, milk my cock dry.” he puffs hotly, nibbling on your earlobe. fingers spider their way to your clit adding more anticipation and curling arousal licking through your gut. he taps on your bundle of nerves, pressing down in a torturous mean way. 

“Hee!” you jolt, ass clapping back against his hips and stomach much too noisily. gurgling moans between your wailed cries, he grunts, slapping his free hand over your mouth.

“shh, you want everyone to hear?” more determined to make you cum, Heeseung rolls your clit between two fingers. working his hips with renewed vigor to thrust into you harder and faster. each slide of his cock fills your insides, shaping your cunt to fit his size and ruin you for anyone else. “so fucking cute taking my cock, crying and still begging for more like a good girl should.”

even with your mouth covered, his bed creaks and squeaks loudly. muffled ‘yesyesyesyesyes!’ spew out all over his palm, tapping your clit just right following each tightened clamp around his size. Heeseung grunts, licking up your cheek and hissing as you squeeze around him screaming under his hand.

“so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with hard powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth against your forehead. hips stilling and twitching behind you. his eyelashes flutter, letting out a guttural whimper by your hairline. “there you fucking go, giving me all of that pussy.”

Heeseung has to sigh, months of wet dreams and watching his cum spill down the shower drain could never compare to this. not as he lets you drop forward, limp on his bed, fingers twitching where they land. 

slowly he draws out, groaning and rubbing his face with a rough touch. stuck on how your juices continue to pour free, coating his length with release he gave you. realease sticking his balls to his inner thighs, filthy, and so fucking cute.

he tugs at himself, once, twice, spurting out warm white ropes on your lower back. noisy even with his lips pursed together as he smears it with the tip of his cock, pushing down for cum to dry between your ass.

kissing up your back, he bites at your shoulder, pressing his stomach on the mess only to make you squirm, disgusted.

sprawled under his weight, you blink slowly, coming back to life and reaching for a pair of discarded blue boxers half hanging off the side. clutching them in your fist to take back with you after getting cleaned up. 

choosing dare turned out to be the best decision.

[ssixa]

CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe (in this chapter)

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 1411

Warning: explicit language, mention of sex

A/n: oi vey it’s been a min. Literally wrote this chapter a while ago and I can’t remember if I wanted to write more or if I finished without posting but I guess I’ll never know lol. But yo girl has 2 more weeks until graduation so of course...imma start on the next chapter hehe. Either way please enjoy!   

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Ten

The next morning I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I rolled over spreading my arms around the bed instantly noticing the lack of body that is supposed to be beside me. I look around seeing if he was around only to find no trace of him. The side of the bed still felt warm so I figured it hadn’t been long that it was vacant. When I went to reach for my phone in the bedside table I find a note,

“Good morning beautiful (wow I can’t believe I can say that) anyways I got up to get us some breakfast. I’ll be back in a little while, but in case you miss me just message me and I’ll be there asap. Love, your bias🖤”

I giggled and put the note back and grabbed my phone. I texted,

“Good morning just wanted to say I’m up but take your time, not rush...I also like chocolate chip muffins and orange juice 😋”

I almost instantly got a reply back like he was just waiting for me to message. He replied that he got it and said he would see me in a little bit since he had to make a stop by the managers room on the plans for the day. I decided to lay back down and since I had nowhere I needed to go. I decided to text Mark to see what he’s up to.

“Mornin wannabe bias”

“Lol I swear I’ll be your new bias, just you wait” replied Mark

“In your dreams anyways what are you up to?”

“Just chilling, JB is off to talk to the manager” I reply

“Gotcha can I come hang in your room, y/f/n and Yug are being cringey” he wined

“Lol sure and trust me I get it😂”

“Aye bet see you in a sec”

~Mark’s POV~

I start gathering my phone and throwing my shoes on. As I continue I can hear Yug speak up,

“Yo where you going?”

“Hang out with y/n, y’all are just cringey and it smells like sex in here” he remarked.

“Oh my bad, thought I got rid of the smell. Welp have fun, don’t be an idiot” he laughed. By the ridiculous statement Mark got up and faked charged at the couples bed that caused Yug to use y/f/n as a shield. Laughing insured in the room and Mark went on his way.

~Y/F/N POV~

“Hm”

“What is it?” Yug sat up turning toward you

“I don’t know, just a gut feeling” I said out loud

“About what?” He questioned

“Now don’t go running your mouth about this convo ok? Well something is telling me that Mark might think of y/n as more than a friend” I state.

“What would make you think that?” He asked curiously

“Just a woman’s intuition”

“Well do you think y/n likes him back?”

“That I don’t know. She really loves JB and considers Mark a close friend so there are feelings there just not the same ones Mark possibly has for her”

“Honestly I’ve been thinking the same thing. Do you think we should ask either of them about it?”

“No, we shouldn’t interfere. Let’s just see how it plays out” I state. Yug nods in agreement and the subject is quickly changed to the most ridiculous topic.

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~Y/N POV~

Scrolling through my instagram feed I hear the knock at the door. I drag myself out of bed knowing full well who it is since the conversation was only a few minutes ago. I check the peep hole because better safe than sorry and open the door. Mark stands there in a hoodie and sweat pants with a tired look in his eyes looking like he just woke up. I invite him in like he’s royalty (which to some fans he is) and shut the door behind him. He makes his way to the untouched bed by the window and belly flops causing me to chuckle.

“Long night?”

“Not really, just a bit sluggish” he grumbles back

I skip and jump on the small space on the bed right next to him laying on my stomach, pretty much imitating him.

“Feel that, I’m exhausted. Y’all really wore me out last night”

“I think one of us did the most work” he finally turns his head to face me,chuckling. I decided to reply with a smack on the back. He laughs yet again knowing it was well deserved.

We kept the conversation going that was much about nothing. Until he suddenly brings up something that I haven’t thought about in ages.

“So I’m curious” he starts

“Lol about what?”

“When we first met...the thoughts that ran through your head” he replies

“Mark you know because you were there” I reply laughing

“I know, but I’m not you so I’m just curious”

“Well if I was to be honest I was speechless. How would you feel if you met a celebrity you like in real life?” I laugh

“Yeah I get that, but I guess since we’ve gotten closer I was just curious from your point of view”

“But I was surprised because you were a lot more handsome in real life, a lot more laid back, and just comfortable to be around” I rambled on

“Like you‘ve always given off a laid back vibe through the screen, but it’s the fact that you were polite even before you found out I was a fan. Some celebs tend to be assholes, but if they’re in front of a fan or a camera they act like the sweetest most innocent person ever.”

“If I remember it wasn’t soon after you told me you were a fan. How did you guess I was a decent human in that short amount of time?” he chuckled

“Well you kept being yourself even after I mentioned I couldn’t tell anyone that you were my patient because I would be breaking the law. You could’ve been absolute garbage but you weren’t and damn I would’ve fell for you even more if I didn’t have to remind myself that you were my patient and on no world would it work out like a fan fiction” I chuckled

I continue, “then again now I’m dating your leader so maybe I do live in a fan fiction world. I wonder what will happen next. A sudden love triangle? Someone gets amnesia? I suddenly get sold to an idol group because my mother hates me?” I start laughing at the stupid ideas I was coming up with and only a few moments later I realized my voice was the only one heard. I turn to see Mark and he was just looking at me.

“Alright did I lose you somewhere?” I chuckled

“No, I was just thinking about what you said. I guess it’s good to know what fans see me as even if I haven’t talked to every single fan. Also… ‘fell for even more’? Does my little tech have a crush on me?” he laughs

“In your dreams Tuan. You know I meant in a bias way, don’t get your hopes up, though i do wish you find happiness in a relationship soon” I retort

“Then would you ever be able to see me in a non bias way?” he says softly

“Mark what-” I started but was suddenly cut off when I heard the door pad being accessed and the door opening. I see JB walking in with our food and drinks. He sets them down and is thrown off by Mark’s presence in the room.

“What’s going on?” he asks curiously, seeing my also slightly startled face.

“O-oh nothing we were just talking about random things” I jumped up ready to get to my food. JB hands it to me and gives me a peck on the cheek. I thank him and go to sit on our bed.

Deep down I wasn’t going to admit that I knew exactly what Mark meant, but I couldn’t acknowledge it either given I was dating his leader/member/and best friend. I couldn’t lie that I didn’t feel something small for Mark when we first met, but I was able to push those feelings aside because, like I said, never would I have imagined anything working out. I’m happy with JB and I wouldn’t trade it, I just know this is something that I’ll have to talk to y/f/n about because I don’t know what to do.

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CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe, smut (in this chapter)

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 2019

Warning: explicit language, SMUT!!!!!!, drinking, mention of breath play, finger play, oral

A/n: Wow we love back to back smut chapters lol. Hey y’all I’m back! sorry for the long wait. should’ve planned out posting this story a little better, but hopefully I get settled pretty soon to keep posting more chapters. I will say that this is the last chapter that coincides with my dream and at this point I’m just trying to come up with ideas lol. Also, this isn’t as proofread as it needs to be so sorry if there are any grammar issues.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Nine

~Y/N POV~

I was sitting in the back seat beside JB and we were cutting up a storm. About what? I couldn’t tell you honestly. When you’re drunk and in a happy mood, everything tends to be funnier. The boys who joined us at dinner were Mark, Bam, Jinyoung, and Jackson. That left Youngjae and Yug back at the hotel which honestly did make me a little sad since I wanted to be able to hang out with everyone altogether, but I guess that time will come. At some point, there was a time when the whole van was in conversation with each other (even the manager). The conversation was light and joyful. Even in my drunk state, this was all surreal to me. Something inside me though did hope that they weren’t putting on a facade even if we had talked for a while now.

 As the conversation kept on, I noticed how quiet Mark was being. Actually he had been quieter than normal the whole night; only some laughs and a few inputs were added throughout the night. Though I did see him fill his silence with drink after drink and shot after shot. So I decided that so he wouldn’t have to drink by himself, we could all play a little drinking games. To say that NONE OF US were good at playing games would be accurate, but we all had fun regardless.   

When we make it back to the hotel, the manager hops out first to survey the area to see if any noticeable fans were hanging around. After it looked like the coast was clear, the manager gets back in the car and tells me to go ahead and head to JB’s room which was 720. I nod and the manager gives me JB's second spare key for the room. I made my way up and thought to visit Y/f/n, but remembered her saying she was about to sleep. So I followed directions and got to JB’s room where I unlocked the door, threw my bag on the bed, and made myself at home. I sat on the bed closest to the door when I thought of a brilliant idea to scare JB when he walked in. I hid in the bathroom that was conveniently located by the door and waited to hear movement from the outside. 

It didn’t take long when I suddenly heard the lock pad being activated and the door knob turning. JB slightly stumbled in still pretty drunk and made his way to the bed my bag was located on.

“Where the hell is she?” JB mutters out loud

“Y/N!” he raises his voice a little more. I could see him getting nervous that my drunk self could’ve run off somewhere. So I decided to finally give in and snuck up behind him.

“Boo!” I hit him on his back. I could see him jump and freeze up slightly. He turns around and relaxes seeing it was only me. He lunges at me as I try to run away, but captures me and closes his arms around me from my back. I’m giggling at the silly moment and the scared face he made.

“You think you’re funny scaring me like that huh?” he whispers in my ear

“It was funny though. Found a moment and took it. Could you blame a girl?” I giggle back

“Well I can’t let that go unpunished now can I?” he continues, but this time his tone is so much more darker. I let out a slight gasp as he slowly wrapped one of his hands around the front of my neck. He didn’t squeeze, but just the thought of it had me already soaking wet. I turned around and smashed my lips into his and wrapped my arms around his neck while he pulled my waist towards his. He walked me backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed and he slightly pushed me down. He sits up and rids himself of his shirt and I do the same to myself. 

He leans back down to connect our lips and tries to fondle my boobs, but my bra became yet another obstacle to him. He reaches back and fumbles, but manages to unhook my bra which brings up my question,

“For being drunk, you’re quite skilled in unhooking a bra” I slightly mock

“Oh baby, I’m not as innocent as some fans make me seem. Don’t worry, you’ll find out in a little bit” he remarks slyly. The comment alone got me heated and excited. I don’t doubt that JB is hella experienced like some fans make him out to be, but just how experienced can he be. That was the goal I set to find out. 

After discarding my bra elsewhere, JB leans back down to connect our lips yet again, but makes sure to make his hands busy with my boobs. He massaged them then started rolling my nipples, pulling, and tugging them which elicited moans from me. I reached up and rubbed my hands on his chest slowly making my way down to the rim of his pants. The gaze we held was nothing short of exhilarating and hungry. His eyes alone were saying everything he wasn’t and like I knew my hands made their way down to the thick bulge already evident through his pants.

I saw his eye close at the slightest touch of my fingers on his bugle. He took his bottom lip between his teeth so I decided to take it one step further and shoved my hand down his pants to bring out his member. Now I knew this man radiated big dick energy, but let’s just say that he had the right to. I start to slowly pump his length and I see his breathing start to increase. Unknowingst to me, his arms were suddenly becoming too weak. So when he stopped me, I was a bit taken back but for only a moment.

“What’s wrong, feels too good” I say with a smirk. He leans down and gives me another peck. He grabs my shoulders and jerks to the side flipping us over so I end up on top. He pushes my head back and down

“Now do me a favor beautiful and suck me off” he says with a commanding tone

“Anything for you” I winked and proceeded to wrap my lips around his shaft. I start to bob my head up and down every now and then letting it hit the back of my throat. Whenever I did that though, he let out a slight moan. That only encouraged me to go faster, his hips bucking up as I kept up the pace.

“Ugh, your mouth feels so good” he seethes through his teeth. The compliment is what gave me encouragement to go faster and suck harder. His moans became louder and bucking more rapid and that’s when I knew he was getting close. 

“I’m so fucking close” he pants out. I could feel him twitching inside of my mouth. Only after a few bobs was he suddenly shooting what would’ve possibly been our future kids down my esophagus. Jutting the last few drops down my throat, I swallow leaving nothing behind

“Oh my god, I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t have cum in your mouth” he says worryingly in a rush. Before he could keep going, I sat up on my knees and stuck out my tongue showing the nonexistence of what he expected would have been in my mouth.

“My god you’re sexy, like fuck” he says in amazement 

My hand goes up to his cheek and I lovingly caress it with my thumb and in almost a mocking way I reply,

“Oh sweetie, I know” and retrieved my hand back. I get up and head to the head of the bed. I slip under the sheets and look up at JB.

“Babe, what are you doing?” he questions

“Getting in bed and I love the nickname” I giggle slightly tiredly 

“But what about you? I got my pleasure?” he continues worriedly

“I’m fine, we’ve both had a long night of entertainment” I smirked. JB hops on the empty spot beside me on the bed and wraps his arms around my waist. 

“Well I hope you enjoyed the show then, but are you really sure you’re ok? It doesn’t seem fair at all” 

“Really I’m fine, what I am going to do is take a shwer because I honestly feel really gross” I laugh as I get up to head to the shower

“Well, do you mind if I join. I can wash your back for you” he says sitting up already heading to the bathroom.

“Haha whynot” I replied, walking into the bathroom and him following.

Once in the shower JB made statements how I must be a devil because the water was hotter than hell. He was only partially successful in restoring himself by saying that 

I was at least a sexy devil. The water poured over us as my back was to his chest and his arms were wrapped around me. It was comfortable and the feeling was indescribable. My head rested on his shoulder then I suddenly felt kisses on my neck. I would’ve melted right then and there and though I told him earlier that I was ok, that was a lie. I was so needy for him it almost made me dizzy, but I knew he needed some rest. I’m really glad he came into the shower with me. 

He continued his charades on my neck then down to my shoulder and I knew there would be proof of our escapades tomorrow. One of his hands slowly made their way down my body and found my clit almost instantly. He rubbed slowly which elicited a moan from me. With that he saw it as a sign to slide a finger in. His pumps were slow and steady but also picking up speed. More moans escaped from my mouth that I had no want to retain. 

JB added a second finger and began to pump faster and faster,

“Fuck JB” I  moaned out 

“Does that feel good baby?” he whispers in my ear. 

“Mmmhhmm fuck yes” I heave out. I felt my orgasm building up and I think he knew it too.

“Fuck I’m so close daddy” I moan out. I shouldn’t have said that. His fingers picked up the speed and his thumb found my clit, rubbing and pumping quickly. More moans slipped out along with a string of curses and daddy’s screams. I hit my climax hard and had my only support being JB’s other arm and the bathroom wall. 

My legs were shaking and I found it hard to barely hold myself up. It had been so long since I’d been fingered and on top of that fingered to the point I felt like I had been fucked decently. I turn around and we share a long heated kiss with my arms around his neck and his around my waist. We separate and catch our breaths while staring longingly into his eyes. 

“Fuck that was amazing” I laugh

“If you think that was amazing, wait until we get back in bed” he whispers lowly into my ear. This boy really knows how to make a woman wet.

“I’ll be looking forward to it...daddy” I whisper seducingly back.

“I don’t think you know how much I love you calling me that” he hums 

“Well...you can always show me” 

“Now that is something I can do” he winks, but continues on,

“But first let’s finish up, I did promise to wash your back for you” he laughs 

“I’ll wash yours if you’ll wash mine” I reply laughing

“Deal” he concludes. We finish up in the shower, get dressed, and head back to bed. The little shenanigans we got up to paired on top of the day's events had us a lot more exhausted than we thought we were. Once we got under the sheets, falling asleep came fast and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Sorry for not updating for chapter nine. It might be a minute, life is crazy at the moment and I’m trying to get settled down😅truly though, I’m really grateful for y’all liking the stories!😭

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CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe, smut (in this chapter)

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 5.7K

Warning: explicit language, SMUT!!!!!!, mention of piercings, drinking, switch, slight restraining, breath play

A/n: sorry for the hella late post! I got in this solid routine of studying and I didn’t want to break my stride with it lol. This is the first legit smut scene I’ve written before the narrative about Narachan that I posted. I’m still not very good at writing smut though, but I enjoyed writing from the y/f/n pov! 

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Eight

~y/f/n’s POV~

I opened up Yug’s profile and clicked chat.

“I can’t believe this bitch, imma kill her one day. But I’m happy, a little more happy then I thought I would be. How do I even start to message him? Why am I so nervous he’s a crackhead fetus. Ok, here we go” I thought to myself.

“Heyyy it’s y/f/nnnn” damn too many y’s

“Um hey y/f/n nuna” he replies almost instantly with a nervous emote 

“Yug, sweetheart you don’t have to call me nuna, y/f/n is just fine” I respond slightly flirtily 

“Oh ok...y/f/n. Um~” he responds

“Yes?” I respond already having a hopes of what he’s going to ask

“I was just wondering if you wanted to come hang out with me at the hotel? I fully understand if you don’t want to though and you would much rather stay with y/n” he sends with almost a nervous sense.

“I don’t mind as long as I’m not interrupting your rest time” I reply back just being certain

“Oh no you’re not interrupting, I invited you didn’t I?” 

“True, well I guess y/n can drop me off at the hotel then. You can go ahead and send the address to her”

“Yes ma’am hahaha”. Wow this boy has no limits, this will be an interesting night. I look to y/n who is on her phone purging the bad pics and videos from the concert. 

“Yo y/n, Yug said he’ll send the address of the hotel to you. You can drop me off there and go to your boo” I laughed

“Lol ok ok...Mrs. Kim” I joke

“Well said Mrs. Im” we broke out in laughter. What a circumstance we’re in. y/n starts the car and we leave heading towards the hotel. We keep ourselves occupied with small chatter back and forth when it occurred to me,

“Wait I just realized, when the boys were coming over to our side during the concert, was that because of you?” I ask

“Yup, apart from Mark, that was the first time they had ever seen me in real life. So I guess they just wanted to be idiots” y/n replies with a laugh. The drive wasn’t long, but that’s probably because we talked the whole time. We arrived at the entrance of the hotel and I texted Yugyeom that I was here.

“Ok, go ahead and head to the 7th floor. Room 723” he replied almost instantly 

“Gotcha” I replied. I said goodbye to y/n and walked inside. I headed to the elevator and walked in. I hit the seventh floor button and rode my way up. I took some deep breaths going up and until I was standing in front of his room. I knocked lightly and I heard footsteps rushing towards the door. A moment later, the door opens and I’m met with Yug’s adorable face. His smile is wide and he invites me in. After closing the door, he heads into the room and awkwardly stands a bit away from me. The air is full of an awkward silence until I speak up,

“Um do you mind if I take a seat?” I ask kind of nervously

“S-sure here” he points to the bed and neatens it up before I take a seat. 

“I guess that’s his bed huh” I think

“D-do you want something to drink? The boys and I went out together yesterday and I bought some drinks in case I had some time to enjoy it” he mentioned

“Oooo what kind?” I ask since I was in the mood for some drinks tonight anyways

“Some flavored soju” he says with a smile

“Perfect! Then of course! Can we also play some games too?” I ask excitedly 

“Yes! I love games! What do you want to play?” 

“Mmm, how about we start off with cham cham cham? Do you mind if we take a couple of shots first” I suggest excitedly.

“OK!” he jumps up and grabs the drinks from the minifridge. He grabs a couple solo cups and returns to the bed. He pours a shot's worth into both of our cups and we take the shot together. He asked me what type of drinking games Americans play and I gave him a few ideas.

“We have games like flip cup, beer pong, or even a card game like Uno” I relay

“Oh wow! Can we play one of those games?” 

“We can play beer pong since we can play it with two people, but if the others get back we can play flip cup! It’s one of my favorites and super fun too!” 

We continue small banter back and forth and we are a few shots in when we decide to start the game. I guess it’s because he plays this a lot more than me that Yug is really good at the game. I lose a good few times and the penalty is taking a shot or a flick on the forehead. We decided to make it more interesting and cut up slips of paper and put ‘F’ for flick and ‘S’ for shot. We grabbed an empty cup and threw the slips in it so whenever one of us loses, we shake it up, pick a slip, and do what is on it. It was my idea for this since we could easily drink all the alcohol he had. 

The game continued on with shots here and flicks here. A little while later, I could tell that we were both pretty tipsy; not super drunk, but gone enough to become really comfortable with each other. It was my turn at the game to cham cham cham him and he ended up seeing past my trick and dodging the direction my hand went. Next was his, he ended up winning so I had to take my draw from the penalty cup. To my demise, I ended up picking F which caused me to hide the slip. Yugyeom caught on to my sneakiness and asked to see the slip. 

“y/f/n, let me see the slip!” he says laughing

“Noooo!” I reply in a laughing

“Come oOooOOoOnnnn” he pleaded 

“Nope nope nope” I replied, shaking my head. My mother always told me my stubbornness would get me into trouble. I jumped to the other bed in the room trying to avoid Yugyeom. He got up and chased me there, I dodge him and roll off the bed jumping to his. No wonder he’s the main dancer because he changes direction and heads towards his bed. He hopped on top and fought to grab the slip out of my hands. I tried my best to keep it away from him, but all things considered, let's just say I lost. 

After we were done cutting up and trying to catch our breath is when I realized what position we were in. My back was against the headboard with my legs crossed while he leaned over me pinning my arms above my head with one hand. It’s when I finally opened and focused my eyes that I realized he was staring at me. His eyes looked glazed yet so dark. His nose and cheeks slightly tinted with a light shade of pink though I was unsure if it was because he’s embarrassed or because he was drunk. The contact remained persistent for only a few more seconds when he suddenly bent down and connected our lips. His lips were so soft and warm. The kiss was long and innocent and yet had me holding my breath. 

He broke the kiss and had both of our lungs trying to recapture the air that wasn’t breathed in. His facial expression changed suddenly 

“I-I’m so sorry y/f/n” he said with a sense of panic. I couldn’t even react properly, I just kept staring causing him to panic more. He quickly pushed off of me and scooted to the end of the bed.

“I don’t why I did that! I must have drunk too much..” he continued to panic and ramble on as I sat up.

“Yug, it’s ok, really, it was nice” I look to him trying to calm him down with a gentle smile

“I know I should’ve asked and not just done it, I-” he paused 

“You- it was nice?” he asks surprised at your choice of words

“Yeah~ you did catch me by surprise, but it was a nice surprise” I said quietly 

“T-then would you-” he stammered

“Yes” I answered 

“You didn’t even know what I was going to ask” he laughed slightly 

“Then what were you going to ask then” I say with a smirk

“W-would you want to continue?” he asks without making much eye contact. Scared that your previous answer was going to change. 

“Yes Yug. I told you I knew what you were about to ask” I laughed 

“Hahaha I guess you did” 

“Well then, are you going to come back here” I ask

“Anything for you” he replies as he slowly crawls back to me and centers himself between my legs. He closes in again where our lips are barely inches apart, but only a second later does he close the gap between us once again. Our lips move hungrily against each other, almost like he hasn’t had a sensation like this in a while if not ever. The kiss stayed heated and I tried to reach out to touch him in any way I could, but he tightened his grip on my wrists..

“Yug, please let go of my wrists” I beg

“I don’t think I will, baby girl” he replies lowly. The effect of the new nickname did it’s job in making me know my place. I find it hard to believe that he’s younger than me and yet he is this dominant. Then again I shouldn’t be surprised that the main dancer has a different personality. That’s one thing I’ve learned from being a kpop fan for so long. You can never trust these “sexy on stage” idols; them mostly being the main dancers at that. We go back to making out when he uses his free hand to slowly lift my shirt. I froze. It wasn’t that I couldn’t sleep with him it was that I couldn’t imagine that the person I was hooking up with WAS him. I started this day off going to the concert with my best friend only to find out she’s best friend’s with the group, and is now dating the leader. 

“Like damn, I really be living the “y/n” life right now” I think. Before I knew it, he somehow managed to pull my shirt over my head and now I was just sitting there in my bra and skirt. When I looked at his face, it showed no emotion, almost disappointed.

“W-what?” I ask nervously with obvious concern in my voice. I start to panic, normally I’m really bold with my foot always forward and my head high, but his gaze and just who he is...what the hell has this child done to me. I look down to see if there was something wrong and look back up when I don’t see off. When I look back into his eyes, he’s just staring at me.

“Yug...you’re scaring me. What’s wrong?” 

“You’re..just so…” he starts

“Yug don’t you fucking dare” I say almost angrily.

“...beautiful” he concludes. I thought he was going to say something else before I warned him, but when I looked at his eyes, all it showed was the most sincerity in the world. The black glaze from earlier was gone and his beautiful brown eyes sparkled like they just gazed upon the most beautiful picture in the world. He leaned back in starting to kiss my lips once more then making his way down to my neck and truthfully I can’t tell if there will be a mark left after this. Goosebumps start to form as he keeps moving down onto my shoulders. Light, yet warm kisses coated my skin that was left bare to the air conditioned room. He got down to my chest where he was able to unsnap my bra from the back which REALLY led me to think that he wasn’t as inexperienced as he looks. My thoughts were suddenly brought out of its state of euphoria when I heard a gasp. I snap my head up,

“Fuck...how many piercings do you have?” he questioned

“Oh sweetheart there’s more to come” I comment with a smirk

“Will I have a chance to see them?” he questioned a slight smirk and raised eyebrow

“Anything for you” I wink. What the hell is wrong with me. This isn’t like me at all! I’m never this cheesy when it comes to getting my back blown out, but I just can’t figure this kid out. One moment he looks like he could devour me whole, while the next he looks like a kid in a candy store. 

“That’s all I needed to hear princess” he says with his voice almost significantly deeper than usual. He goes to suck on one of the nipples while kneading the other and the pleasure is beyond the roof. I let out a soft moan which wasn’t soft enough because his actions suddenly changed. The hand kneading the one breast made its way down my stomach and to the edge of the skirt. He pushes back,

“Now, I’m going to release your hands and I’m going to need you to take off your skirt for me. Why don’t you be a good girl and do that for me?” he says

“Ok...but” you start

“I can’t be the only one fully naked out here. At least take off your shirt” you conclude. Finally, after this whole night since the concert ended, you’re showing signs of yourself once again. 

“Whatever you want sweetheart” he complied, releasing your hands. You get off the bed causing a look of confusion. You turn towards him and put your hands behind your back. You slowly start undoing the zipper at the back and you see the realization suddenly hit his eyes. He sits at the edge of the bed leaning back using his arms as support, enjoying the show that he knows is only for him. As I start shimming out of the skirt and seeing his eyes watch where my hands are, I stop.

“Why’d you stop?” he questions

“Last I checked, I said I wasn’t going to be the only one without clothing” I relay 

“Sorry, just enjoying the show. I hate missing good moments of a great movie” he winked

“Well looks like you hit the rewind button” I comment pulling my skirt back up and reaching for the zipper. 

“Oof you’re really going to make this a fun time huh?” he laughs

“Of course” I wink. He stands up and removes his shirt showing his pale yet fit self. You just stand there gazing as this boy built for the demigods. That’s when you truly realize that god truly picks favorites, though I know he’s worked hard for that body.

“Like what you see?” he slyly says 

“Who wouldn’t” I replied without looking back up. It didn’t take you long to rid yourself of your skirt. Though he was still wearing more clothes  than you were, it still felt better that he didn’t have a shirt. This wasn’t a moment of teasing during a concert where it is only a moment that a shirt gets raised, this is close to permanent and with more purging of clothing coming down the road. You both stood there just looking each other in the eyes. A deep breath held by much tension was let out and that’s when Yugyeom picked me up behind the knees and laid me down on the bed.

It wasn’t a foreign fact that his hard on was rubbing against my clothed core. He knew exactly what he was doing, he grinded harder and I let out a subtle moan. He dragged one of his hands down my sides and past my underwear. He rubbed my clit in circular motions with just the right amount of pressure. His index finger slid down my slit, teasing my opening

“Fuck Yug, please” I begged. 

“Damn you’re so wet” he seeths. Luckily he wasn’t fully ignoring my pleas. He slipped his finger in and slowly started pumping. The moans that left me could not be described with words. He easily found the one spot that could ruin me and made sure to hit it. Suddenly, he slides in a second finger. I let out a louder moan than before and continued to receive the pleasure he had been giving. He pumped harder and rubbed my clit faster and the tension in my stomach kept building,

“Fuck I’m close daddy” I moaned out. My eyes shot open in realization of the word that just left my mouth

“What did you just say?” he says in a low voice

“N-nothing” I squeaked out avoiding eye contact with him

“Say..It” he growled in what I would’ve thought a demon would sound like.

“D-daddy” he said quietly 

“Louder” he commanded 

“Daddy” I muttered slightly louder and more boldly. This I knew about myself; this daddy kink has always been a thing about me, but I have never uttered that word from just finger play and even someone younger than me. 

“Now what would you like daddy to do? Hm?”

“Please, I’m so close”

“As you wish sweetheart” he replies. He throttles the two fingers back into my warmth and curves his fingers up; with his thumb back on my clit. Knowing exactly where to hit, I let out a loud moan. My respirations grew deeper and faster as he kept pumping. The tension built more and more until I couldn’t bare it anymore.

“Fuck fuck fuck” I moan out. My body erupts in spasms almost immediately and it takes a minute for me to calm back down. My breaths slow as I catch my breath and realize how this might look. I couldn’t think of how I might look and I shield my face. 

“Why are you covering your face?” Yugyeom lightly chuckles

“I probably look a mess right now” I reply back

“y/f/n, you look beautiful” he compliments removing my hands from my face. He lays down beside me, almost exhausted himself.

“Why are you the one that’s tired? You weren’t the one that just got finger fucked” I laugh

“Seeing you like this, truthfully takes my breath away...and you forget that we just performed a two and a half hour concert” he replies back jokingly 

“Wow ok cringe, and that makes sense” I reply back. I lay to my side and he pulled me into his chest.

“Don’t you want a turn?” I ask after a moment of silence

“Nah I’m fine. Let’s just lay here” he says soothingly. Now, I know better and though I’m sensitive and truthfully tired, he seems to have unfinished business that is screaming to be dealt with. I slowly start moving my butt against him trying to gain a reaction from him. He slightly growls,

“W-what are you doing?” he asks nervously 

“You seem to have some unfinished business and I just wanted to solve it for you” I replied. I started moving faster as I feel him growing harder and...bigger? 

“Y-y/f/n” he moans out 

“Now tell me what you want baby boy?” I reply back slightly 

“P-please…” he sputtered 

“Please what? Use your words” I state. I was happy that I was finally getting back to my regular self.

“Please, I need you” was all I needed. I turned to face him and pulled my arm down to his crotch. My hand grabbed his covered member and started slowly massaging it. He let out a small moan, but tried to keep it suppressed. I was determined now to make him moan louder. I put my hand in his sweats and realized 

“No underwear?”

“Well they tend to be a little constricting so I choose not to wear them when I don’t have to” he mumbles out. I nod understanding his position. Hell, I understand because I hate wearing a lot of clothes when I’m at home. I grab his member and start pumping slowly. His breaths were getting deep so I decided to switch my tactic. I turned him on his back and got between his legs. I grabbed his waistband of his light gray sweatpants and slowly started inching them down. Throughout this whole process, my eye contact never left his. His stare was so innocent and his face was obviously getting red. I locked my eyes back on his pants once they were pulled far enough. His hard member shot up finally being set free from the constraints of the waistband. 

He was a decent size, not super big but not small either. It stood boldly and was already slightly oozing with precum. I knew better than to gawk because he might take the opportunity to take control back and I sure in hell wasn’t going to let that happen again. I pumped him more and lowered my mouth to it. I start to bob my head up and down at a steady pace. A string of curse words made their way out of his mouth along with some moans as well. I kept bobbing and stroking his member for a little while longer until I felt him jerk his hips up. I hold them down preventing him from bucking them up again. I do help further the pleasure by hitting the back of my throat a little more often than before. He tried grabbing my hair and I decided to hold down his arms. That proved to be pointless since he was a lot stronger than me. 

I released his member from my mouth and he snapped his head up.

“Why did you stop?” he wined

“I can’t have you grabbing my hair now can I?” I comment

“S-sorry” he apologizes 

“No~ that won’t work now will it” I smirk. I got off the bed and looked around for a second until I found what I was looking for. I went to his luggage, opened it, and started looking through it. 

“What are you doing?” Yugyeom questioned 

“Just looking for something...found it!” I exclaim. I turn around and hold up two belts with a smirk on my face.

“W-what are you going to do with those?” he shockingly asks with wide eyes

“This will keep those lovely hands of yours to yourself” I reply 

“Fuck, this is going to drive me insane not being able to touch you” he sighs

“Mmmm, I’m going to enjoy this” I say as I get back on the bed and straddle him. Luckily, and unusually, the hotel beds here came with a “usable” bed frame. I grabbed one of his arms and pulled it back. I tied one belt around his wrist then around the bed post frame. I grabbed the other arm and did the same. This is one thing I can say I’m good at, though I don’t think girl scouts taught us tying skills to be used for this reason. After making sure the belts were nice and tight, I went back to being stationed between his legs. I place my mouth back on his stiff member and my hand at his base helping me pump as I suck. He moans more than before and I guess it’s because of being restrained that causes it. 

“Fuck I’m so close, keep going, I’m so fucking close” he moans out. I picked up my pace to get him to reach his climax. Only a few seconds later do I feel his hips bucking up, hot liquid shoot to the back of my throat along with a string of curses. I milk him for all he’s worth taking my time to look at his face curling in pleasure. I release him and crawl my way up to his face. He opened his eyes and we made eye contact. I swallowed the liquid and used my finger to swipe my bottom lip showing that I would leave nothing of his wasted.  

“Fuck...I can’t….fuck” he mumbles. I smirk as I scooted to get off of him, fully satisfied by my accomplishment. That was short lived when I realized that his member was still slightly erect.

“I see that someone isn’t satisfied quite yet” I laugh

“What can I say, you have me horny as fuck” he replies with a sigh

“Well we can’t have that, now can we” I smirk. I get off the bed and remove my underwear that proves to be pointless at this point. I get back on top of him and center myself above his member. As I began to lower myself down, he stopped me

“Wait I think there’s a condom in my bag” he states

“Don’t worry, I’m on birth control” I state. With a breath, I slowly let myself down onto his member. We both let out moans of pleasure as I was being filled and he was being enveloped around my walls.

“Fuck, y/f/n, you’re so tight. god you feel incredible” he moans out 

“Yug you feel so good, fuck” I moan out as well. I give myself a little time to adjust from being stretched out so suddenly. Once I felt settled I started moving slowly. More strings of moans were let out by the both of us. Yug tried to reach out, but groaned out of anger forgetting he was restrained. 

“Damn, y/f/n let me out of these. They’re driving me insane” he uttered angrily 

“Hmm we’ll see, I quite enjoy this” I laughed. To increase the torture I decided to pause for a moment. 

“Why did you stop?” he growled. I said nothing and just looked him in the eye. I put my hands on my boobs and slowly started massaging them. I slowly started moving my hips back and forth trying to stimulate myself as much as possible. I threw my head back in pleasure that I was inducing myself. Yug was struggling to rid his arms of the restraints,

“Shit, take these things off of me. I can’t stand it, FUCK I can’t touch you” he angrily says. Seeing him struggle and beg just turns me on even more. I think it’s because of how much he exudes big dick energy, that seeing how he looks so vulnerable had me at my wits end. 

“Fuck, please!” he begs

“Damn, ok. I bet your arms are tired” I slightly give in. I lift up off him and go to untie his hands. As I release the second arm, I realize my mistake; maybe I riled him up a little too much. He suddenly pulled me on the bed and flipped me over with my arms yet again trappe above my head. My eyes were wide and my heart racing fast,

“Sweetheart, you made daddy very mad by all the teasing” he commented with his eyes covered by his bangs. Damn he looks hot.

“Oh did I?” I say with an innocent look

“Don’t play innocent sweetheart, you knew exactly what you were doing and now you’re going to pay for it” he says with a growl. He grabs my arms and one of the belts and ties them up. Well played Yug, well played. He leans over me and without warning, shoves his member into me.

“FUCK, SHIT!!” I scream out. He thrusts at a sporadic pace that drove me crazy. I knew this was payback and I greatly regretted torturing him earlier. He was missing my g-spot intentionally every now and then and it was driving me up the wall. He reached his hands up to my boobs and started massaging them while he started grinding at a slower pace. I moaned out in pleasure and I could see a smirk form on his face

“Damn, do you feel that good?” he cocks. Nothing but a string of moans leave my mouth as a response.

“So how does my princess want me to continue?” he asks continually grinding into me

“Please...harder...harder” I reply

“Harder what beautiful?”  

“Please harder daddy” 

“As you wish my queen” he replies. Damn that new name change just increased this ecstasy. He did as he was told and went harder. 

“Fuck I’m so close Yug” I moan out

“Me...too” he moaned out a reply. He slowly slid his hand up around my throat and slightly squeezed unexpectedly which caught me by surprise. My eyes crept open making direct eye contact with him

“Yug…” I squeak. His eyes are dark and lustful, but it was almost like he was broken out of a trance, he snatched his hand away and halted his movements altogether. 

“y/f/n, I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I...I..” he panicked 

“Yug, it’s ok. Shit it was hot please keep going I’m so close” I assure him

“A-are you sure?” he looks with such innocent eyes

“Yug I swear If you don’t finish what we started I will end you” I threaten

“Alright alright” he says as he leans back down to kiss my lips. He started to pound into me quickly and without warning or hesitation again . He returned his hand back to my throat and after the two words of “I’m close” slipped my lips, he started to squeeze harder. I could tell he was reaching his climax due to his movements getting sloppy and the rhythm being less consistent. Deep moans rung throughout the room as we both hit our climaxes. The constriction around my neck really made it all the more euphoric. He thrusted his hips a few more times helping me ride out my high. After a few deep breaths were given out before Yugyeom collapsed beside me.

“Oh my god…” he says still trying to regain the lost air

“...that was amazing,” I finished. We turned to look at each other and he leaned down giving a long kiss to my sweaty forehead. He pulls me into his chest and I feel my eyes getting heavy. 

“You getting sleepy?” Yugyeom softly speaks up

“Mmm” was all I could respond

“Do you want to get cleaned up a little first?” he suggests

“I know I should, but I’m so lazy now” I whine in almost a sleep type manner

“Here let me help you” he responds. I feel the dip in the bed disappear and I force my eyes slightly open. Before my brain could comprehend what was going on, I felt my body being lifted off the bed.

“What are you doing?!” I exclaim in a slight chuckle

“We both need to freshen up anyways and…” he draws out

“And what?” I look at him in confusion

“Well, I don’t think Mark hyung would be appreciative of us stinking up the place” he laughs

“True he would probably stop rooming with you during tours” I laugh as we proceed to the bathroom.

“I can’t have that!! I get really lonely during tours and no one else wants to share a room but he’s the only one that doesn’t mind” he fake cries. (V Live, 05122018; http://kpopherald.koreaherald.com/view.php?ud=201805131852414957228_2) 

“You cry baby” I laugh while lightly hitting him on his shoulder

“Do you mind putting me down? You’ve been standing in the bathroom, holding me in this bridal style for the past 10 minutes” I continue

“Nope, this is nice” he grins, but puts me down into the already filling bathtub...wait...when did he even do this? Oh well nevermind. I see him grab some soap he brought from the sink and pour it into the bathtub. I’m surprised, and also not, that this man would enjoy bubble baths, but I can’t complain, who doesn’t like bubble baths. After pouring a decent amount in, he hops in and sits behind me. We sit in the quietness of the bathroom with the warmth of the water and our bodies keeping us comfortable. We continued small banter back and forth until we decided that it was time for us to get out and dry ourselves off. 

Yugyeom told me to wait as he ran into the room and came back with one of his shirts for me to wear. I threw it on as he put on his own clothes as well. We went back in the room and Yugyeom jumped in the bed while I headed to the window. 

“What are you doing?” Yugyeom looks over to ask 

“Opening the window, this place might need a little airing out. Let’s spare Mark the details” I laugh

“Makes sense, but sometimes I like to bully hyung. I’ll refrain this one time though” he laughs. I laugh along as I return to the bed after opening the window. Luckily, it was a cool night so leaving the window open wouldn’t be too much trouble. We cuddled together and I could feel some heavy breathing from behind me. I turn around, and smile slightly to see he’s fast asleep. He looks so precious and cute it’s crazy to think that this same boy was the same one who went crazy down on me earlier. I turn back around to have my back against his chest when I hear my phone go off. I reach and answer it,

“Bbbiiittcchhh you done getting your back blown out?!” I hear y/n scream through the phone

“y/n you drunk?” I ask laughingly 

“Well of course! Now ANSWER MY QUESTION!” y/n sasses

“Yes we’re done lol. I was just about to fall asleep when you called. Now I’m pretty sure you’re too drunk to drive back to my place so you spending the night with your new boo?” I ask slightly groggily 

“Good! I made sure the dinner lasted a little while longer, so you’re welcome. And yes! They’re letting me head to JB’s room first to avoid any suspicion and he would follow me in later” y/n rambles on 

“That’s nice, well a bitch is getting tired so imma have to talk to you later” 

“OKIE DOKIE GOOD NIGHT!!!” y/n replies and hangs up the phone. I place my phone back on the nightstand and cuddle back into Yug before drifting off to sleep.

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CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 3.5K

Warning: explicit language, slight heavy kissing

A/n: the way I actually wrote this story initially I included my real name and the friend in the story is actually based off of my irl friend. When I was talking to her about the story she really doesn’t have a bias in Got7 (but still loves the group). So she texted me one of those rapid gifs and told me to take a screenshot and which ever member it was was who was going to be in the story (she wanted anyone but BB. Don’t worry she doesn’t hate him, but homie is a whole different level of crackhead lol). So I wrote about her and the winning member, but she told me not to tell her who it was until I was done writing her sections which honestly made it a lot of fun to write.  

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Seven 

The conversation keeps proceeds further and constant laughter fills the room. The boys slowly traded places to get their makeup removed, get freshened up, and jump into some more comfier clothing. This meant that JB was all finished and traded places with Youngjae to get freshened up. JB took the seat that was once occupied by Youngjae that sat between Jackson and Jinyoung. He made brief eye contact with me, but then suddenly looked away. Now, I have a problem. Did I do something wrong? We had been talking for a while before now and nothing seemed off. Our conversations were great and he was honestly the second member I spoke to the most following Mark. The brief shock of being able to talk to my bias on a daily basis faded, but I couldn’t help growing a little more feelings for him. The feelings I had previously were from a fan to an idol, but now these feelings were more.

“Hey is there something wrong with JB” I lean over to whisper to Mark

“Nothing that I know, why?” he whispered back

“Well he’s been ignoring me ever since y/f/n and I showed up. I had been talking to him just as much as I have with you before being here and even on the stage he was really energetic and he saw that I was there and made the chance to interact...well kinda...from the stage. So now I’m just really confused if I did something wrong” I commented sadly.

“Maybe he realized how ugly you are up close” Mark sarcastically replied. The reply called for me to hit him on the shoulder and him faking like it hurt. We ended up both laughing at the ridiculousness of his reply. It really felt like we were true friends. While laughing my eyes wandered the room and for a slight second I saw JB give a slight glance towards Mark and I having a laughing fit, but then suddenly look away once he was caught. I mustered up the little courage I had and went to go kick Jackson out of his seat to the right of JB. Of course he looked at me with a pout on losing his seat, but then remembered who my bias was and just gave in.

“Hey” I looked to JB

“Oh, hey” he replied

“How are you? The concert was amazing you all did an amazing job...especially you” I shyly commented

“Really? Thank you! I was genuinely surprised to see you that close to the stage, but it was really cool seeing you in person instead of over facetime” he commented excitedly 

“Ok, now I’m confused” I snap back

“W-what?” he looked frazzled 

“Let’s go somewhere else to talk please” I sigh

“O-ok” he agreed. We both simultaneously get up and walk towards the door turning heads of staff, members, and y/f/n. y/f/n and I made eye contact and I “eye-splained” what I was doing. Well...hopefully that’s what came across, but she might be thinking we’re going somewhere more private to do the devil’s tango. JB and I leave the room and I search around for somewhere more private where we could talk. After looking around for a few more minutes, I found a backdoor that led to the outside back corner of the venue. I looked around making sure there weren’t any fans that happened to sneak around or anyone else of that matter. I put a little block to keep the door propped in case it’s locked from the outside and turn to JB. 

“Ok did I do something wrong or say something wrong” I look to JB

“W-what do you mean?” he replies anxiously 

“We’ve been talking perfectly fine before today and even at the concert you seemed perfectly fine. Even going so far as to look me dead in the eye during the chorus to ‘A’”

“Well, you see, I” 

“Mark said it’s because you realized how ugly I was in real life, is that true?” I question nervously

“y/n, god no, it’s not that. I- was just taken aback when you came to the dressing room. It was the shock of seeing you in person for the first time. It had my mind backwards” 

“I could understand that, sorry I gave you a heart attack” I laughed

“But you ignored me the whole time and avoided making eye contact like you were mad at me so please tell me if I did something wrong” I replied almost begging like.

“You did nothing wrong I swear. Avoiding you, I...I think my mind was made up. Well it was made up before, but seeing you in real life really just sealed it” he said nervously

“W-what did you make your mind up about?”

“My feelings towards you”

“JB, I-”

“y/n...I’ve liked you for so long. Might even say it was around the first time we ever talked, though I wasn’t sure of my feelings then. I just thought you were cute in the beginning” he said with scratching the back of his neck

“I can’t believe this...so during the concert when y’all were performing ‘A’ was that-”

“Yes, it was my confession to you. I’m actually kinda glad you caught that” he said with a nervous laughter

“But why did you glare at me back in the dressing room when you saw Mark and I laughing?”

“I was hesitant confessing to you from the stage because I thought you and Mark were close” he comments

“Of course Mark and I are close, you forget how we met. Even then I’m lucky to be close to you and all the boys”

“y/n that’s not what I meant and you know it. I thought Mark and you were in a secret relationship that he was even keeping away from us or that you had feelings for him or for each other...I don’t know”

“I know what you meant and Mark and I are really just friends. Sometimes I don’t know what goes through his head, but one thing is for sure, my feelings for him are simply amicable”

“So, where does that put me then” JB asks hopefully 

“I...think I like you too”

“‘You think?’” he quirked an eyebrow

“My feelings are there for you, but I’m not sure if it’s from me just being a fan or it being more”

“So, does that mean there���s hope for me?”

“Honestly, I don’t think there’s much to hope seeing that my feelings feel like they run deep”

“So...can I?” he questions 

“Can you what?”

“Kiss you,” he said. I was shocked. My brain seemed to send out signals before I fully understood what was being asked. I was partially halfway through a nod of my head giving him permission when he leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was soft almost like he wasn’t sure if I actually agreed. When he slowly started moving his lips I reciprocated and that’s when he knew that he didn’t imagine it. 

The kiss got deeper and before I knew it our tongues were battling for dominance...he won. What felt like hours was really minutes and we separated to catch our breath. We stared longingly into each other’s eyes in total awe that what actually happened happened. No words were spoken for what felt like forever, but the silence wasn’t awkward. It revealed the true feelings that were never brought up during our long talks and laughing fits. 

“Wow” the word that pierced the silence uttered by JB

“Is it safe for me to assume that you feel the same way?” He pondered 

“JB if that didn’t prove it I don’t know how else to convince you” I laughed

“I mean, there is something else we could do...you know...just to make sure” he muttered. I thank the heavens that it was dark enough and that, for the millionth time, I was black so a blush wouldn’t be noticed. I look up to JB once more

“JB are you sure?” I ask. He takes a step closer, pinning me against the wall leaving no space for escape,

“Of course, that is if you want to. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with” he says in a sweet voice 

“I-I want to” is all I could reply. He leaned back in and our lips touched once more, but the feeling was different. It was like he was savoring every moment, but was holding himself back at the same time. This kiss got deeper and deeper and I slowly felt his hands reach to my chest. 

‘Bbbzzzzzz’

‘Bbbzzzzzz’

‘Bbbzzzzzz’

Just like that, the moment was stopped. JB separated his lips from mine in order to answer his phone. I was a bit taken aback that everything was just halted by the vibrations of a cell phone, but I was grateful because I realized where we were and how much trouble we could’ve gotten in if anyone saw us. JB answers his phone with an almost breathless sadness, 

“Hey wassup?” He answers. A muffled chattering can be heard from the caller but nothing I could make out. 

“Oh, ok, we’re coming back right now” he replies and hangs up. 

“What’s wrong?” I ask worriedly 

“Nothing Mark was saying the manager was looking for us because we’re about to leave” he says

“Oh~ um ok” I sat a bit saddened. JB walks towards me and picks my chin up, 

“Why so sad?” He asks caringly, but I have a feeling I saw a slight smirk.

“Um, nothing, nothing at all” I tried to move, but was kept on the wall. 

“y/n, c’mon are you sad that we didn’t finish what we started” he asks slyly

“I- um” I panic. JB leans down by my ear, though unnecessary seeing no one else is around, whispers,

“Don’t worry we can finish later”

~Mark’s POV~

I’m laughing along to the story y/f/n is telling though it was similar to the ones before. To sum it up, y/n getting drunk and saying stupid shit. y/n leans over to me and questions why JB was ignoring her. Of course I didn’t realize this but as her...friend...I felt obligated to reply with something stupid. Of course that led to her hitting me on the shoulder, but it didn’t hurt. We start laughing and when I open my eyes for a moment I thought I saw JB glaring at me, I wonder why? Next thing I see is y/n kicking Jackson out of his seat and him of course looking mad, but budging anyways.

I keep my eyes on both y/n and JB as they’re making some obviously awkward conversation. Next thing I see is both of them getting up to leave and of course that didn’t go unnoticed. The room went slightly quiet, but neither of them turned around. After they left, I switched places with Yugyeom to get my makeup off and change into something comfortable. They both seem to have been gone for a while because I finished up and went to go sit back down. After sitting and enjoying more of y/f/n’s stories (which made me realize how much stupid stuff y/n has gone up too especially with y/f/n) I got up to use the bathroom. 

“Yo where you going?” Jackson questions

“Need to pee, be back in a bit” I replied. Jackson shrugs his shoulders and as I leave he says to be safe. That idiot is exhausting sometimes. I leave the room and make my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I leave the bathroom, but something catches my eye. It was a cracked door. I walked towards the door and began to get worried that maybe a fan actually snuck in here. As I reached the ajar door, I heard a voice that sounded all too familiar,

“I know what you meant…” I hear y/n say and continue on. So, we really must be good friends in her eyes...funny. I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but I can’t help it. I don’t know why I’m becoming so hopeful about anything. I don’t know what I’m expecting to hear, but I feel like I’ll know when I hear it. I keep on listening when I get a sudden text from the manager saying to meet back at the room because we need to plan out how we’re going to get the girls out of the building. I replied that I got it and that I would be back in a minute. 

By the time I started paying attention to the children outside. Oh how I picked the worst time to listen back to the conversation. It was oddly quiet so I decided to take a peek through the cracked door. JB was kissing y/n, my...friend, and she was kissing him back. I really shouldn’t be surprised since I know JB is y/n’s bias and JB asked about her after the surprise facetime call, but why does it hurt to see her… with him? I divert my eyes from the scene outside and make my way back to the dressing area with everyone else. I made it a point to figure out my emotions enough to call JB (though I knew he was busy) so we could devise a plan to leave before walking in the room. 

“What is going on with my feelings?” I mumble to myself.  

 ~Y/N POV~

I’m dumbfounded. Utterly speechless and yet JB takes the chance to give me a last quick peck before grabbing my hand to walk inside. We separated hands once we saw a staff member coming and it didn't seem like she noticed. We walked side by side with our hands lightly grazing each other until we entered the dressing room. All heads turned as we walked in and faces full of suspicion. Before anyone could ask anything, the manager walked into the room in order to devise a plan on how y/f/n and I could meet back up with the boys. Leaving together could cause major issues and that’s something that is wanted to be avoided. 

“So there’s still fans waiting outside to see the boys so we can’t let the girls leave with them” the manager says

“Sorry…” He shyly apologized

“Why apologize? We understand. If there is a side door we could go out of, we could do that...actually I think I might know one” I speak up. JB and I make slight eye contact and I turn away quickly. The interaction did not go unnoticed. 

The manager nodded along and y/f/n and I made our exit. We said our goodbyes to the boys and made our way out. I pulled y/f/n towards the exit JB and I took earlier and stopped at the exit. I opened the door slightly and looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone around. After I gave the coast clear, y/f/n and I walked out and headed towards my car. I get a message from Mark updating us on where to meet. I sent him a reply to confirm I understood. I turned to y/f/n,

“Mark messaged me and said some of the boys decided to head back to the hotel while some decided to go out to a restaurant” I mentioned to her. 

“So who went where?” She asked nonchalantly. Oh ok, I see what’s going on here.

“Alright, spill the tea bitch” I said teasingly. 

“What?” 

“I already know you don’t have a bias in the group so there would be no point in asking who is going where. You would’ve probably just gone with me” I say tauntingly. 

“So explain where you’re going?” She said with a smirk 

“Wherever JB is” I reply shyly.

“Oooo so are YOU going to spill the tea then? What kind of conversation did y’all have out there?” she asks with a smirk

“Um well I confronted him about why he was avoiding me. Turned out he has feelings for me. He confessed to me during the concert-“ I confess 

“Hold up, you didn’t tell me your mans was ignoring you and when did he confess to you during the concert?”

“Oh...that might’ve been Mark I told and do you remember that one part during ‘A’ where JB came to our side of the stage during the chorus? Well that was his confession. When we were talking he was scared he made a mistake because he thought Mark and I have feelings for each other but I convinced him it was completely amicable. So~”

“So~ what?” She side eyed

“I think we’re...you know...a thing” I say with my hands covering my face 

“OOOHHHHH BBBIITTCCHHHH” she screamed 

“Shhhhh shut up, you’re too loud” I said trying to cover her mouth. She starts laughing, but calms down after a while. 

“Well congrats boo, you got yourself a mans and a FOINE one at that” she said laughingly 

“Lol thanks, but now for you, I didn’t forget. Spill. The. Tea. Bitch” I demand laughingly 

“Well, when I started dishing out your messy moments upon Mark’s request”

“You know I hate both of y’all for that right” 

“Love you too bitch” y/f/n winked 

“Anyways, I started to go on and on and we were all having a good time. The boys were switching out getting that all ‘boyfriend’ look...aka lookin foine in a pair of sweatpants” she added. I rolled my eyes, but agreed anyway.

“Well after you and JB left, Yugyeom came to sit beside me after switching out with Mark. I greeted him and he just smiled. I didn’t pay him too much mind until he tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at him curious and he asked me my age. It was cute...he was cute. He just seemed so shy, completely opposite of what he’s like on stage, around cameras, around his members, or even around other fans. So I told him my birth year and his ears got really red. He was shocked that I was older than he was. He couldn’t make eye contact with me for a little so, you know me, I decided to tease him a little every now and then. Well I guess my teasing got to him eventually because out of nowhere he grabbed my arm and looked me straight in the eye. He didn’t say anything just...stared. Bitch the goosebumps I felt were close to unmatched. Then he just let my arm go with a smirk and that was it. y/n now you know I’m not into younger guys, but genuinely this boy has me confused and I kinda want to figure him out, ya know?” she continued. At this point we were just sitting in my car talking, letting no stone go unturned about all the events of the night. Looks like we both found someone...funny.

“So you have the hots for the maknae huh?” I say teasingly

“Oh shut up” she replied with the roll of her eyes

“Like you seem to really have an eye for him though. He is taller than you and he is an amazing dancer and has a great personality. Though he is a crackhead most of the time. I mean, apart from trying to figure out what he’s about, why don’t you shoot your shot too?” I say meaningfully 

“Ah~ I don’t know honestly”

“I mean what kind of harm would be done? He wouldn’t get your attention in the first place if he wasn’t curious about you now would he? And also, imagine actually dating him and I’m together with JB so~”

“So what?”

“Bitch we get our own personal Jus2 performance now wouldn’t we” I reply with a joking smirk

“Ooooo you right” she replies with a sudden understanding 

“But honestly get to know him out of wanting to please, not just because of what I said as a joke” I say

“Yeah I know, he’s just really fascinating” 

“Well there it is...and Yug is going back to the hotel by the way. Something about ordering food and just having a little self drinking time” I replied. Her eyes had a glint and I already knew her thoughts.

“Let me do you one better,” I continued. I get out my phone and open Kakao to Yug and mine’s chat.

“Yo fetus” I message

“y/n, I’m older than you, why can’t you treat me better?” he replies with a crying emote

“Because you’re a lovable crackhead that’s still the baby of the group hahaha” 

“Hmph I hate you…”

“Well you won’t hate me after I tell you a certain someone was just talking about you” I reply with a smirk emote. It takes a little while for a reply, I guess he caught on.

“Oh…” is all he replies

“Well do you want me to give her your contact so you can keep talking? I’m not the type to give away contacts without asking permission”

“WAIT REALLY?!” he replies suddenly and excitedly 

“Of course, so I’m taking that as a yes”

“Yes please” he replies. I look to y/f/n who is caught up in her social media feeds to notice what I had been up to. I send Yug’s profile to her and I know she received it by a slight gasp of ‘bitch’ coming from the passenger side. I turn to her,

“A Mr.Kim seemed a little excited to talk to you again” I sly

“Did he now? Well ok then...off we go”

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A/N: so I found a little bit of time this evening to post the new chapter, hope y’all enjoyed!

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Sorry to say my week is pretty hectic so I’ll try and upload the newest chapter of Chance Encounter later this week😅but you can look forward to the chapter being really long!

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Feel Special //Narachan x OC (BW)

Description: Nala realizes that nice guys can make more than just great friends.

Genre: fluff, SMUT!!!

Pairing: Narachan (from M.O.N.T) x OC (BW)

Word count: 5.4k

Content warning: switch, mommy kink, daddy kink, profanity, language

A/N: shit I wish I did this art, but I found this black girl pic on the internet and I just had to use it! it’s absolutely beautiful. So full on S/O to the Pinterest profile Jess Create. Idk this person, but the artwork is just absolutely too beautiful not to share<3. This was technically my first time writing smut and I suck at it, so...sorry.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Nala found herself in one of those unique circumstances where she ended up living with 2 other men. The only difference was that she knew one of them by the name of Bitsaeon since childhood. While growing up she made another friend by the name of Roda and it didn’t take long for all of them to get close and be each others closest friend. At some time during high school, Roda ended up moving away and it wasn’t until later in their 20s that Roda decided to move back, but instead it would be better and financially easier if all three of them lived together. That’s how Nala came to live with these two men who conveniently were her already good friends. 

Nothing honestly became awkward between them. They survived each others hook up moments they had in the apartment (both the warned and not warned moments). Others around them knew that they were close and wondered if Nala ever had any feelings for either at any point in time and her answer was always no. She knew majority of the females, whereever they were, always tried flirting with the boys, but she always helped them out when they had no interest in doing anything with those girls by pretending to be in a relationship with them. That’s how close she was to these boys. 

A new friend by the name of Narachan popped up around the time they all moved in together. He knew Roda and Bit from their work at the record label where the staff at the company gathered them to work on a project for the debut group under the company. During the project, they became close so when it eventually came to an end they kept in contact with each other. Eventually, Roda and Bit invited Narachan over to the apartment to be able to finally meet Nala in person and to hangout altogether. Nala was only ever acquainted with him through pictures and few brief exchanges over the phone. She was curious as to what kind of person he was.

The day Narachan finally came over, the two hit it off instantly. He was honestly just like Bit and Roda so it wasn’t hard trying to figure him out. They spent a whole evening together playing games, drinking, and just vibing. Nara spent the night on the couch since he had a little too much to drink and wouldn’t be able to drive back to his place. She gathered blankets and a pillow for him and wished him a goodnight. The next morning she woke up early (since for some reason she wakes up earlier after a night of drinking) and decided to grab hangover food for everyone. The smell of food eventually woke everyone up and they all enjoyed a nice breakfast. Nara evetually left after she convinced him to not worry about paying her back for the food. 

“So~” Bit speaks up while they (they as in Roda, Bit, and Nala) were having a lazy Saturday evening.

“So what?” Nala replied as she was taking down her hair that was long overdue. She always had a love hate relationship with her hair since it tended to be the 4c type. Her hair looked beautifully filled out when the cornrows are taken out, but once water touched it the shrinkage is real. 

“Narachan, y’all seem to have hit it off a lot better than Roda and I predicted” he replied.

“Honestly he’s adorable. He seriously reminds me of you two idiots so it’s probably why we got along so well” She answers focused a section of a row that refused to come out.

“oooohhhh does our Nala have a crush on our new friend?” Roda speaks up mockingly

“Oh shut up and no, he’s just chill and there for the vibe so I appreciate it” She replies smacking him on the shoulder. The room filled with laughter and the evening continued on as everyone did absolutely nothing worthwhile. 

Months passed by and eveyone were just as close as ever. One particular day, Nala had a date with a guy she had been talking to online and was beyond excited. Roda and Bit knew about her date and in order for them not to die of boredom without her, they planned a boys night out with Narachan. While getting ready in her room, she could hear Narachan walk in the front door, he really just wasn’t a very quiet human being. She felt proud of her outfit for the night. It was a cute, body shaping, off the shoulder black dress and black heels with a little silver jewelry to match. Her makeup was simple as well since she wasn’t one to wear a lot in the first place. Her date and her were going to an art gallery event since they both shared a love for those types of artistic events.  

After giving herself a look over, Nala grabs her purse and leaves her room. She walks into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before heading out. 

“WOOOWWWW” Nala hears Roda exclaim followed by a whistle

“Oh shut up” she rolls her eyes in response

“But honestly, does it look like too much? I mean we are going to an art show at a gallery” she start giving herself a once over having second thoughts.

“You look amazing” she hears Nara speak up. She looks up and sees him quickly avoid eye contact with her. Odd.

“Thanks boo” she replies back like she always does. Nala was one of those nickname girls who calls everyone boo, dude, or bruh so this didn’t phase anyone...well that’s what she assumed at least. She gave herself a once over when she gets a message from her date saying that he was outside. She tells the boys to have a fun night and not be too reckless without her around. They wished her a good night and she left the house ready for an amazing night.

That date was absolutely terrible. The whole night was a mess and it was because of him messing up left to right. They got to the event and turns out he bought faulty tickets for the event on some sketchy website so he pretty much got scammed. Nala let that pass since the night was still young so she decided they should go in anyways. She ended up paying for her own ticket which she found quite irritating because she really was only planning to spend very little if nothing at all tonight. They get into the event which was absolutely amazing. The ambiance of the whole place was set nicely and matched very well with the different art pieces posted around the small building. They had little snacks and drinks to offer guests since they came with the ticket purchase so she ate only a little expecting them to go to dinner like he had planned. 

During the whole event though, he drank and ate to his hearts content and when she reminded me him about dinner after he said this was it. That had her fuming because the last thing he can do to piss her off is mess with the relationship between food and her. He walked around flirting with other women at the event and fully neglected the art that they came here for. Even when they walked around, he stayed on his phone and only looked up to say “that’s cool” or “I don’t get it”. At least she could understand now that he lied about being an arts lover. They left the event and at that point she was ready to go home. He tried making a move on her which is what she realized was his whole motive for the night. He wasn’t too pleased at her rejecting him and called her a bitch and a dumb slut. So she called herself an uber and blocked his number. 

Honestly, they had talked for a few weeks so Nala thought it would work out, but she guessed it wasn’t in the stars. This always happened though. She could never find herself a decent guy because they either become a friend or end up being an asshole. You may ask “why not date the friend that’s decent then?” well it’s because once they hit it off, she finds it hard to see them any other way. Nala can acknowledge that they’re attractive, but that’s it. Another failed date for the books, hopefully the boys bought some alcohol so she could drown her sorrows.

Nala unlocks the front door to the apartment and kicks off her shoes once inside. She throws her stuff on the kitchen table and heads for the fridge. She opens it grateful there’s a new case of ales stocked and ready to be consumed. She cracks open the bottle and chugs half of it down.

“Um, Nala, you good?” She heard Narachan speak up from the darkness of the living room. This nearly causes her to choke not having realized he was there. She spends a few minutes coughing her lungs out before trying to say anything.

“Oh my god I’m sorry, did I scare you?!” he exclaims standing up from the sofa

“I’m fine, and yes you literally just scared the shit out of me” she laughs after finally coming down. 

“Oh sorry” he says scratching the back of his neck

“You’re fine and to answer the first question before I just almost died, no I’m not good. Tonight was terrible” she sighs grabbing herself another drink from the fridge and heading to the sofa. 

“You wanna talk about it” he asks sitting down beside her. She agreed and began telling him all that happened. Thoughtlessly laying her head on his shoulder and linking her arms around his. This tended to be her comfort mechanism whenever she vented her feelings. Bit and Roda were used to it by now, but very comforting to her as she poured out her feelings to them. So it didn’t seem weird to her to do it with Nara since she now considered him one of her good friends. They sat there in the darkness staring at the blank tv at the front of the room.

“I swear is it that guys think I’m ugly or take me as a joke? I seriously don’t know what’s wrong with me” 

“Nala you’re an absolutely amazing person. I do admit that your taste in men is pretty bad though” he replies with a laugh.

“Yeah I guess it is” she replies back with a sad laugh.

“If you don’t mind me asking, but Roda and Bit are actually amazing guys. Why is it you’ve never thought of a relationship with one of them” he comments

“Lol you wouldn’t be the first to ask that. I do admit that they’re amazing and not actually ugly. It just happens that guys that are amazing I end up becoming friends with them. There ends up being no feelings to them and I don’t know why that is, but it is” she states with an acknowledging sigh.

“So you can’t date decent guys because you end up becoming good friends with them?” he repeats back

“Pretty much” she sighs for the nth time tonight.

“So I guess there’s no hope for me huh?” he adds with a slight laugh. It took a moment for his words to register in her brain. 

“Wait...Nara, what d-did you just say” she stutters out

“Honestly, I’ve liked you ever since I first came to your place” he replies

“Nara that was months ago. Why didn’t you tell me?” she replies back still in shock

“I know and it would’ve been weird since we had just met. You are an absolutely amazing person and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship that had barely just started” 

“I- Nara” 

“It’s ok that you don’t feel the same way, I just thought you should know. I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship” he says finally looking down at her. She finally turns her head to look up from his shoulder. He just has a soft smile on his face. Nala doesn’t know what came over her, but she leaned in and kissed him. She could feel him freeze for a second, but finally lean into it. It was a soft and innocent kiss. They separated after what felt like forever.

“Nala, y-you don’t have to force yourself to like me back I promise I’ll be fine” he says still in shock

“You idiot, I’ve liked you for a little while now” she comments back laughing

“W-what did you...”

“I haven’t like you as long as you’ve liked me, but I think I realized my feelings not that long ago. I think you have been one of my first friends I’ve actually fell for” she replies back shyly looking away. They sat in silence over the confessions that have just been admitted. Next thing she realizes is a hand grabbing her chin up and lips back on hers. The kiss was intense and saw no end. Nara slowly laid her down on the sofa without the kiss having any sort of break. She wrapped her arms around his neck trying to bring him closer to her. The kiss, which really turned out to be a make out session finally reached it’s breaking point and they both needed to catch their breaths.

They starred into each others eyes catching their breath,

“Nala, please let me show you how amazing and worth it you really are” he says with almost pleading eyes

“O-okay” she reply back. He leaned back down connecting their lips once again in another heated kiss. Shs could feel his hands roaming her frame which only sent shivers down her spine and having her get butterflies in her stomach. His lips made his way to her chin then down to her neck and shoulder. The feeling of his lips were light and yet deadly like an addictive poison. Sbs felt him nip at her shoulder which caused slight pain to turn into immense pleasure. 

Nala felt his hands that were still left roaming go towards the back of her thighs. Before she knew it, he had picked her up to straddle him. He proceeded to stand up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. She paid no mind to what was happening because she could tell they were walking towards her room. He opened the door and once inside kicked it closed with his foot. He carried her to her bed where he laid her down and hovered not ceasing to leave leave alone for even a second. After what felt like another eternity, she felt him fully disappear. She let out a moan from the sudden lack of him and opened her eyes to see what was happening.

“Now sweetheart, can you take off that pretty little black dress for me” he said with a dark lusd filled voice. She starred at him completely amazed by the man who looks like Nara, but doesn’t sound like the one she know.

“Don’t make me ask you twice” he said slightly threateningly. She pulled her dress off over her head as fast as she could. She realized that apart from her lace underwear the only other thing she had on was the pasties covering her nipples so they wouldn’t poke out through the dress. At this realization, she covered herself up, but also realized that his dark gaze added an extra shiver up her spine.

“Nala, you’re beautiful. Don’t hide yourself from me” he says as he reaches out to put her arms by her side.

“C-can you at least take your shirt off...” she asks softly.

“Not yet. First I’m going to make you feel good” Nara utters with a smirk. He kneels and centers himself between her legs making himself at eye level to her. He goes in for another intense kiss to her lips. He pushes her down slowly onto the bed while he leads the trail of kisses down her neck then to the center of her chest. He reaches up and carefully removes the pasties from her right nipple. He then reaches towards her left nipple and removes the other pasty from there.

He start rolling the right nipple with his fingers and attacks the left one with his mouth. The sucking, tugging, and small licks he delivered out her in a state of near ecstasy. She felt the heat between her legs growing the more it was left neglected. She wanted him, needed him.

“P-please Nara, I need you” she begged. He released his right hand and glided it down her stomach to her inner thigh. She was going crazy, she craved the touch that was so close yet time made it seem so far away. Nara, slowly glided his fingers up to her heat and on to her sensitive nub. He didn’t do anything, but place his finger on her nub but that little gesture had her floating.

“F-fuck please, do something Nara” she begged

“Baby you’re so needy. Trust me this will all be worth it” he says softly. As she was about to respond he shoved one finger into her heat with no chance of warning

“F-FUCK FUCK OH MY G—OHHHH” she blurted out. He started moving his fingers in and out as he continued sucking on her now very sensitive nipple.

“A-another p-please” she begged. The one wasn’t giving her the feeling she wanted only the bare build up. He adds in a second finger and pumps faster. He curves his fingers which ended up hitting the spot that would send sparks flying.

“Found it” he whispers seducingly when he heard her let out a big moan. His pumps were constant, but fast and he could tell she was close to her release with her heat being like a vacuum to his fingers and removing them became increasingly difficult. To really push her over the edge, he placed his thumb on her clit and started circling motions causing more arousal than she even knew she could get.

“F-fuck N-Nara I’m so fucking close fuck” she squeaks out. He went faster and faster and her climax hit,

“F-FUCK DADDY” she exclaims as she pushes her orgasm with the help of his fingers. She started seeing sparks and felt like this could have only been a dream.

“So...daddy. I love the sound of that coming from your lips” he leans down to whisper in her ear once he finishes her

“I-I...” she had no words to say. She always knew this was one of her kinks, but never had she imagined calling this sweet “innocent” man daddy.

“So what do you want daddy to do for you princess?” He says in a deeper tone

“I need you Nara” she says softly with eyes looking in all directions but his

“That isn’t my name now is it” he glares

“Please d-daddy, I need you” she begged once again

“Now that’s my good girl” he replies. He stands up ripping off his shirt in a way that was a lot more sexy than needed. She never realized how fit Nara actually was and she could’ve honestly never guessed either. He continues on removing his pants leg by leg as their eye contact never broke from his. He tossed his pants to the side and grabbed the rim to his maroon boxer-briefs. All she could do was swallow at what would be occurring in just a few moments.

Nara agonizingly slow removed the clothing finally letting his hard member spring free. He wasn’t big, but he definitely wasn’t small either; he was just right. She could feel drool pool up and risk escaping her mouth. She just wanted to wrap her mouth around his member and suck him dry, but as soon as she sat up making her way towards himl, he stops her. 

“Baby girl, what do you think you’re doing” he asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“I-I just want to make daddy feel good” she replied without breaking eye contact with his hard member.

“As much as I appreciate the thought, I already told you I would make you realize how amazing you are” he says softly pushing her back on the bed.

“B-but I-” 

“No. Now answer me. Are you on birth control?” he asks in a demanding tone 

“Y-yes” she replies softly. She still wasn’t used to this side of Narachan.

“Good” is all he replies. He bends and spreads her legs and then pulls her bent legs forward to shift her whole body to the edge of the bed.

“You ready?” He asks almost as to make sure this is what she actually wants.

“Na- daddy, please” she looks at him with pleading eyes. At the very end of her statement he leans forward slowing filling up her hungry and deprived core. He pauses for a minute giving her time to adjust and once she said she was fine and he could move, he pulled out part way and pushed back in slowly.

His few slow strokes had her feeling like you were on cloud nine, but after a little while she hated to say it but she needed more.

“D-daddy please faster” she pleaded. On command, he started moving faster snapping his hips like he had been waiting for those words his whole life. He just as quickly got over this one position. He pulled out and she let out a sigh at the sudden emptiness.

“Hands and knees, now” he commands. Nala flips quick needing to be filled once more. She was expecting him to be gentle in the beginning until she told him it was ok to go faster, but she was wrong. Nara thrusted his hard member without warning cause her to let out a moan that she knew her poor neighbors would be able to hear. He was in pulling and pushing in and out at a constant yet fast speed.

Nala could feel her stomach tension build up and she knew she wouldn’t be able to last very much longer.

“I’m so close” she whaled out not caring who could hear her. Her moans became increasingly louder which encouraged Nara to go faster and deeper and one particular thrust hit her spot at just the right angle. She let out the biggest moan she had ever heard herself let out. He knew what he had done and made it a point to hit the exact spot back to back. He added the circling of her clit giving her an extra push to her splendid end.

She never realized sex could feel this amazing. Her past hookups were good for the moment but easily forgettable. With Nara, she doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to forget this. She always said that “having a big dick doesn’t always mean men always know how to use it” (a/n: I’ve heard this so many times so I can’t really give credit to a specific person...so credit to social media lol). As her moans persisted, he never let up until the very end. The tension finally peaked and she was hit with her climax.

Nara kept thrusting and circling her clit helping her ride out her high for a little while longer. Nala’s limbs gave out and she couldn’t bare her own weight anymore. She fell on her side trying to catch her breath and stopping the convulsions running through her body almost like they were trying to milk out as much of her climax as possible. Nara makes his way to the side of the bed, picking her up and moving her up the the head of the bed and covering her with the bed sheets.

“W-wait Nara...you didn’t cum did you?” She asks as she sits up slowly.

“It’s ok, this was for you...all for you” he finishes with a soft shy voice. He for the nth time threw her off tonight. Maybe this guy is bipolar because this wasn’t the same boy that was just ramming his cock into her only a moment ago.

“No. It’s not ok.” Nala deadpans

“Sit.” She commands. Out of nowhere, Nara found himself obeying and sitting on the bed. She climbs out of the bed with whatever new found strength she got out of nowhere and made her way between his legs. Her lips became at level with his still painfully erected member that was slightly oozing with precum.

“So you’re saying that you were going to deal with this yourself? Nara, you made me feel special, more than a lot of people who have been in my life so let me do the same for you” she says without hesitation, but a lot of confidence.

“But, Nala” he tried to interject

“That wasn’t a statement open for an opinion” she cuts him off before he could finish his statement.

“Now, tell me what I can do for you baby” she cooed lightly kissing his tip. He let out a small moan to only try and repress the others that would follow. She slapped her hands on his thighs using them as a way to propel herself towards him. Her lips slightly grazing his ear,

“No holding back. I want to hear you” she says with an evil whisper while placing her hand on his member and stroking it dreadfully slow. She pulls back to make eye contact with the now frazzled man who tries his best to keep as much composure as possible. That failed. He let out a small string of grunts and moans that he gave up trying to suppress. So with a smile, Nala commands,

“So tell me what you want mommy to do”

“P-please suck me off...m-mommy” he says with a breathless tone.

“Anything for my baby” she replies with a smirk. She gets back on her knees and licks a strip from base to tip. She then wraps her lips around his member and begins to bob her head, hallowing her cheeks out. Nara continues on with his moans and grunts.

“Mommy please faster...deeper” he says barely able to get his words out. Nala did as requested making him moan out “yeses” and “fucks”. Just like Nala, Nara felt the tension of his climax building up.

“Fuck I’m so close...mommy....please...inside you” was all he was able to muster out. She releases his member with a pop that echoed through the room. She stands a little ways in front of him,

“So what position baby do you want me” she says with a lustful gaze. His boldness takes over as he grabs her arm and bends her over the edge of the bed. He pushes his member in and starts thrusting a a decently quick pace. The room is filled with slaps of skin to skin and strings of moans and profanity.

Nara brought Nala’s body up to a standing position with his member still deep in her, but the skin on her back molding with his chest. He continued with his last few thrusts before meeting his ultimate bliss. He thrusted a few more times to let out whatever seed he felt like he left in him. He pulled out causing Nala to feel emptiness once again while she laid back in the bed and he goes to the bathroom to grab a towel.

He comes back and cleans both of them up and tosses the used towel into the laundry basket. He gets back into bed and pulls her in so they’re chest to chest.

“Hey Nala” he speaks up

“Mhmm” was all she was able to get out.

“You know I like you right?” He asks

“Dumbass...I really like you too” she replies back with a light hit to his chest. He laughs as he pulls her in for a closer hug. Not too long later, they both were fast asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, the sun beamed through the window of Nala’s bedroom. Nara was the first to open his eyes and he couldn’t be more at peace looking at Nala’s sleeping form. He couldn’t believe that the girl he’s pretty much been in love with for the past months is finally in his arms. He must’ve not realized he zoned out because when he finally snapped back to reality, Nala was staring back at him with her beautiful brown eyes.

“G-good morning” he stutters out

“Good morning” Nala replies in a sleepy voice

“So...breakfast?” He quirks up

“Pancakes sound amazing right now ” Nala laughs

“Definitely, let me go make some” Nara snaps up as he begins to get out of bed. Nala suddenly reaches out for his arm,

“What’s wrong?” Nara looks back kind of concerned

“Nara, let’s make them together...for a commemoration...” she shyly speaks up.

“Commemoration for what?” He laughs

“Our first day” she says with a warm smile. This reply startles Nara because he realized that he never actually asked Nala out.

“I’m a dumbass, I don’t normally hook up with someone I like before hooking up with them” he hangs his head in embarrassment.

“It’s ok, honestly. Last night was really great” Nala replies lovingly

“It was, wasn’t it” Nara smiles to himself

“But you know what’s even better?”

“What?” Nara questions with a laugh of confusion

“PANCAKES!” Nala replies as she jumps out of the bed and runs to the door. Nara catches her as soon as they reach the kitchen and holds her in his embrace. Nala turns around and reaches up on her tippy toes to give him a quick peck.

“EEEHHHEEEMMMM” a voice comes out of nowhere. Nara and Nala both snap their heads to the mysterious voice and grow a look of embarrassment when they see Bit and Roda sitting in the living room watching tv

“How are you guys like this this early in the morning?” Roda speaks up with a grossed out face

“Ummmm” Nala speaks up

“Ah nevermind, I don’t wanna know. I’m just glad y’all are finally together, Roda you owe me 20 bucks” Bit laughs sticking out his hand. Roda reaches for his wallet and retrieves the 20 to give to Bit.

“What the hell kind of bet did you guys even place?” Nala aks getting increasingly angry.

“Oh just that lover boy over there would confess to you before the end of the month. I was getting nervous that I would lose, but thanks Nara” Bit laughs waving the 20 in the air. Nara’s face got red not realizing that his feelings for you were that obvious to eveyone but you.

“Y’all are assholes” Nala tried to rush them, but stops herself to turn around.

“Wait...Nara...were you in on this?!” She says looking a little heart broken. Nara starts to realize what she means,

“Nala I promise I knew nothing about this. If I did...that wouldn’t make much sense now would it” he replied hastily with his hands up and back.

“Don’t worry Nala, Nara knows nothing of this” Roda replies back with a nonchalant smile.

“Fine, I would’ve ended all of you if it was true” she say with clenched teeth. Nara comes behind her giving her another back hug and she visibly melts into his touch.

“Wait...where were y’all last night. I got home from the freak show of a date and Nara was chilling on the couch by himself”

“Oh we had a last minute edit to make for one of the album tracks we’re making for that new debut group. We were trying to finish up quickly, but when we did...let’s just say we heard and saw more than we wanted to” Roda replies with a shiver.

“Oh my g- wait, don’t tell me y’all stayed in the house the whole night” Nala says in a panic.

“Why the fuck would we want to stay and listen to all of that. As soon as y’all went to the bedroom we dipped and went to the bar with Beomhan” Roda spoke up.

“Wait isn’t he the kid in the debut group you’re working with? Isn’t it risky for him to be out like that?” Nala speaks up and Nara nods in agreement behind her,

“He was bored so what the company doesn’t know won’t kill them” Bit laughs.

“Oh whatever, y’alls career funerals” Nara speaks up laughingly.

“Oh shut up lover boy. On a different note I hear we’re having pancakes” Roda smiles.

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I’m absolutely in live with this story, it’s ongoing but it’s soooo good🤧

best friend’s brother | masterlist

best friend’s brother to lovers social media au.

summary: your best friend’s older brother is, quite frankly, one of the hottest men alive. you had the biggest crush on him all throughout high school, though nothing ever came of it. what happens when he comes back from college, and begins to take a liking to you?

pairing: johnny x female reader (special guest appearances from oc jenny suh, nct’s mark and jaehyun, and itzy’s yeji and ryujin).

*updated tuesday, thursday, and every other friday at 6 p.m pst. chapters with mature content marked with ☽*

intro | one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

eight | nine | ten | eleven | twelve | thirteen

fourteen | fifteen | sixteen ☽ | seventeen | eighteen

nineteen | twenty | twenty-one | twenty-two …

(if links are not working/showing up, search “bffs brother” on my blog and it should all show up!)

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CHANCE ENCOUNTER//MARK TUAN X Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 3.5K

Warning: explicit language

A/n: yay finally a long chapter! glad y’all are enjoying this story! The collage sucks for this one, but it was a struggle lol.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Six

~Months Later~

I can’t believe the tour has already kicked off! Especially it being a world tour, the poor boys are going to be so excited and yet exhausted. 

“Yo bitch, whatcha doin this weekend?” I text my best friend y/f/n

“Nothin, probs just going to the bar. Wassup?” She replied 

“Guess who scored us some tickets to a very specific concert that we couldn’t get tickets for?” I send with a smirk

“Biittchhhh you dddiiiddnn’ttttt”

“Bbbiiittcchhhh I dddiiiddd” 

“How the hell did you get Got7 tickets when they’re sold out...what organs did you sell?” She questioned suddenly 

“Let’s just say I met a trustworthy person who was selling them for cheap” I reply not wanting to ruin the surprise

“Fuck it, I don’t want to know, just tell me how much they are later” she sends

“Np” 

“Also we better take some cute ass pics when we’re there, but then again, when do we ever not take cute ass pics” I send 

“Bitch you best believe I’ll look cute, don’t you worry” 

I put my phone away after scrolling through my social medias out of boredom. This weekend can’t come fast enough honestly. Just gotta make it through the work week at my other job. Yet again so many Karen’s coming in and doing what Karen’s do, men fully disregarding what I’m saying because I’m a young black woman; so on and so forth. The week was more busy than I thought because at a blink of an eye it was Saturday aka the day of the Got7 concert! I decided to get dressed at y/f/n’s place since it would be more convenient since she lives closer to the venue.

After getting dressed (and lookin fucking cute, but sexy at the same time) we head to the venue. I direct y/f/n that we should walk towards the ticketing booth in order to pick up the tickets. Luckily the tour and this venue had a common agreement on different ways you can have your tickets and luckily buying and picking up the physical ones at the booth was one option. 

“Ugh I seriously need to find out who got you these tickets! They can be our concert ticket dealer hahaha” y/f/n says

“A girl has her secrets” I give her a wink and keep walking.

We head towards the entrance of the venue and wait in line until doors open. As we do for past concerts, we start conversations with other fans in line. A basic convo of “who’s your bias?”, “what other groups do y’all stan?”, etc. Luckily it makes the time go by faster because before we knew it, doors opened and they started scanning tickets and letting everyone in. We found our seats and saw that some of the fans we made friends with in line were sitting right behind us. We continued our conversation about nothing specific really until I felt my phone vibrate. I looked down and see that Mark messaged me, 

“Y/NNNNNNN!!!!” Mark messaged

“MAAARRRKKKK!!!” I replied 

“I see you”

“Can you please not be creepy”

“Awe but it’s fun! ANYWAYS I can’t believe you’re here I can’t wait to see you!” he replied excitedly 

“I can’t wait to see you either! First time I’m getting to see you performing on stage. I seriously can’t” I quickly reply

“OH RIGHT! I remember why I texted you, check under your chair” he messaged

“You’re making me nervous boy”

“First of all, I’m a man. Second of all, stop being a wimp and look under your chair” he replies back with an eye rolling emoji. 

I decide to give in and squeeze myself on the ground between my chair and the chair in front of me. I feel a little bit around until my hand takes hold of something. I pull it out and it’s an envelope so I open it because what harm is there in opening a mysterious envelope from Mark. When I opened it, I shut it just as quickly, I looked side to side to make sure no one saw, shoved it in my bag, and grabbed my phone. 

“Mark Tuan imma kill you” I message adding a crying emoji

“Am I your favorite member now?” he said with a cute emoji

“Nope, still loyal, but Mark you really didn’t have to do this! VIP BACKSTAGE PASSES”

“How could I not?! You’re one of my friends that I cherish and it’s been so long. The fact that you thought that just attending the concert would be the end of it...I’m hurt” he replies almost sounding a little too butthurt. 

“Fine fine, but you know I love you right! I seriously can’t believe I can even call you a friend, let alone a close friend at that!” I message excitedly 

“I-love you too, you’re seriously someone I didn’t expect to show up in the circumstances they did. Thank goodness you did though, I was on the brink of murdering Yug because he was just calling me by my name. That child has no respect”

“Mark, honey, you’re American, I wouldn’t have guessed you were so serious about that type of stuff” I retorted

“Well I’m used to the way things run so I just want to hit him sometimes, what an annoying brat” he sent. I ended up laughing and y/f/n looked at me curious as to what was so funny on my phone. I quickly hid it, but I already knew she knew something was up. That’s why I was grateful when she didn’t push further because she knows I always end up spilling the tea later.

“That makes sense anyways you see where I am right?” I ask

“Yup, you look pretty” he comments as he always does

“Whatever, you see the girl to the right of me?” 

“Kinda, I can’t really see her face though”

“Oh let me help” I replied. 

“Yo y/f/n let’s take a pic” I get her attention. She turned around and agreed seeing that it wasn’t unusual for us to take pics together, especially at concerts. 

“Ooo these are cute” she comments then turns back around to keep talking to our new friends. 

“See now, cute right?” I text Mark

“Oh yeah~ she’s cute I guess, what about her though?” He replies

“That’s the friend I was telling you about and lucky for you she doesn’t have a solid bias in the group yet” I mention knowing that it would peek his interest. 

“Oh she doesn’t now, well now I’m even more excited to meet her” he comments, with easy excitement detected in his message. 

“Well thanks to you, we all get to meet each other!” I message excitedly 

“You’re very welcome sweetheart, but I gtg my turn to get pretty” he sends

“Lol you’ve always been pretty, but see you later!” 

“Lol bye” he texted lastly. 

I spend the rest of the time before the concert trying to devise how I’m going to keep surprising y/f/n until we reach the boys while still talking to our new friends. I decided that I would say I found these badges in one of the bathroom stalls after going in after a staff member and decided that it would be our ticket into the backstage. Perfect, not only is it a crazy idea, but the prize at the end (her reaction) will be the icing on the cake. I decided to text Mark about the plan and to also tell the manager so when we do get back there we don’t get in actual trouble. He saw my message and sent an emoji making sure I understood he got the message. This made the whole experience even better.  

The lights dimmer and we knew the show was starting. The whole place erupted in screams and chants of “Got7” echoing everywhere. The stage lit up and the boys walked out. I screamed and almost busted a lung at how good the boys looked up there. Mark looking exceptionally nice almost made me forget how much of an idiot he really is. It amazes me how humans can deceive each other so easily by just putting on an act. 

The concert was beyond amazing! I almost forgot while in the middle of the concert how I actually know the boys and consider them my friends. My mind went back to just being a simple ahgase and it being just that. It wasn’t until Mark came to my side of the stage and did some weird thing that I recalled that I actually know this fool personally. Then Mark pointed me out to the other members so once they spotted me they made their rounds to come to my side of the stage and do something that made my whole side scream. One girl in front of me thought that the finger heart from Jackson was for her when it was really meant for me. Poor girl.

The concert went on, screams were loud, fanchants were strong, light stick choreo was on point, the BOYS choreo was definitely on point, and honestly everything was just perfect. In the back of my head I couldn’t wait to finally meet the boys and better yet, be able to get this secret off my chest. I still hadn’t told anyone of me knowing the boys so to be able to tell y/f/n was going to be a load off my chest. It was the end of the concert with the boys concluding it with a classic that is “A.” During one of the chorus point dances JB came to my side of the stage like he had done once or twice before. While Youngjae and him sang the chorus JB never stopped looking me during the certain lyrics

“Ei da aneunde wae jakku sumgyeo

Nega nal joahaneunge imi

Ne eolgure sseuyeoisseo

Ei nareul boda wae nuneul dollyeo

Da aneunde ei e...”

(Translated: “Hey I already know everything so why are you hiding

It’s written all over your face that you like me

Hey why do you look away

I know everything”)

Contradictory to the lyrics, more specifically JB’s verse, I couldn’t look away. Was he confessing...to me? There’s now way. My heart sped up at the thought that my bias, my ult bias at that, has feelings for me! It was hard to get immersed in the rest of the concert with my head getting mixed signals of what JB really did was meant for me or just did it to tease me, not like it would be the first time. We talked a lot over messenger and really clicked, that included him reminding me that he knew that he was my favorite. Yeah I grew legit feelings for him, but my brain rationalized that it wouldn’t make sense for that to ever exist beyond that, but if what he did right now on stage was him confessing to me, maybe...there’s a chance.

It’s just the possibility of him liking me from only talking to me, while my feelings have existed. I need to stop thinking about this because there’s no way

“Y/n just enjoy the rest of the concert” I mumbled to myself. Thank goodness it was loud and dark enough that no one could hear me or see me. 

When the concert ended, y/f/n and I just sat there in utter amazement. We couldn’t believe we just had the chance to witness this and not to mention a relief since it had been so long for Got7 to come back to a city near enough that we could travel. After a moment of shock, I looked at her

“Yo bitch” I said to grab her attention

“What bitch?” She replied, such friendship

“This night ain’t over yet” I commented and signaled for her to look down her face of confusion and shock filled her face

“Y/n how the hell did you get these?!” She whispered yelled to not get much attention to us

“Remember when I went to the bathroom earlier? I guess I used a stall after one of the staff members and they misplaced it there” I commented hoping she would believe the lie

“Y/n you don’t do wild shit like that though, it’s always me” she mentions 

“I know but I’m willing to risk it all because what’s the worst that could happen?” I say hoping to convince her

“Well first we could be black listed by JYP, we would be the new face of sasaengs and last I checked there aren’t many or many in general black sasaengs...that should be enough reasons not to do it” she said.

“Yes, but if it works then we have a high chance of meeting Got7 and think about how much staff they have. What’s the likeliness they would know who we are'' I bring up

“Damn, you making me do dumb bitch shit...fine I’m in” she says. Score. 

We made our way out with most everyone just like normal, but snuck away to a secluded area where security wasn’t looking through. We slipped through a door that led through a hallway that led backstage. Getting backstage we were looked at sideways but everyone was rushing everywhere not paying us any mind (thank goodness their staff was pretty diverse), but I’m surprised no one noticed how different we stick out especially with our outfits. . 

We slip passed another door, we turned around getting stopped in our tracks by the boys’ manager. He wore this scowl on his face and both of us freaked. Then I remembered Mark texted me saying the manager would have eyes around the place so when we sneak in he would know where we were. So when running into him and seeing the scowl I knew he was just faking it and yet it was so believable. He stared us down,

“Now I don’t think I recognize you two” he comments 

“Um well you see” y/f/n starts in a slight panic

“We were given these passes by someone higher up in the company so we just decided to let ourselves in instead of waiting for the person they were going to send” I replied back confidently hoping it sounded believable enough...to y/f/n that is.

“‘Someone higher up huh?’ well who might that be exactly?” he questioned 

“I don’t have to say and you can’t make me” I snap back with a bit of attitude 

“Well if it is like that, I can’t allow you to proceed any further” he snarls back. Wow he’s really into this. JYP should really look into an acting career for this man and if not that give him a raise or something.

“Now if you two ladies could follow me to this room and I’ll get security to come deal with you both” he continued. y/f/n was getting visibly overwhelmed, but thankfully she had her inhaler with her. I hated to see that her reaction was getting that intense, but we were so close.

“Fine” I replied back fake angrily. y/f/n and I follow the manager back to a room that was labeled “Security” on the front. Perfect, everything was going to plan. Mark helped give more detail to my plan and thought to get a sheet of paper and put security to make the plan more believable. What we didn’t know though is under that sheet of paper it actually said “Artists Dressing Room.” It also occurred to me how good the manager's english had gotten. I guess it worked out with my Korean also getting much better as well. Luckily, I told y/f/n that I decided to study Korean again so she didn’t question why I was able to speak so well. She is able to speak pretty well herself, but the intensity of the situation caused her brain to freak out not being able to respond.

Once we reached the door, the manager slowly turned around. We briefly made eye contact and a smirk slightly graced his face. This is it, y/f/n looked like her nerves were a bit calmer, but I was sure to stand behind her in case she passed out. The manager opened the door and stepped to the side, he ushered us in and I gasp really loudly, 

“OMG IT’S GOT7” I exclaim. The boys all shot their heads up from different areas of the room, the sense of panic that graced their face for a few seconds made it even better. That stupid Mark, I guess he didn’t tell the boys of the plan so they must have thought that we were crazed fans who actually snuck in. Once the boys stared in shock for a few more seconds, all the sudden I hear

“y/nnnnn!!!” Mark screamed and dashed from the chair he was lounging in for a hug. I start laughing hysterically when I turn to see y/f/n’s hella confused face. It took me all the strength to try and stop laughing, but eventually I was able to calm down enough to talk,

“SURPRISE BITCH!!” I look to y/f/n and yell, her face still in utter shock and confusion. 

“Hey boys” I wave crazily to the boys who finally have the previous shock go away and have faces grazed with the biggest of smiles.

“y/n, how are you here?!” Youngjae questioned. From my peripheral vision I could see the boys look with beaming eyes mentally waiting for the answer to that same exact question they were all sharing. I look to Mark and comment

“You idiot, you didn’t tell them?” I laugh

“Well seeing you were surprising your friend, I wanted to do the same for the boys” he laughed back. 

“Makes sense, this was worth it though to see their faces” we both started laughing. Mark went on to explain in Korean about the plan we concocted and how we were able to execute it along with the help of the manager and other staff members. The boys nod and I turn to y/f/n explaining everything similarly. 

“I hate you so much right now” y/f/n says but with humor

“Awe but I love you so much” I replied back lovingly

“Mark this is my friend y/f/n I was telling you about before” I turn to Mark and say

“Nice to meet you!” Mark said with a bright smile

“Nice to meet you too” y/f/n replied back slightly shyly but still with slight confidence. Mark directs us to go and sit down on the chair that was previously occupied by him and Jackson. We all took a seat while BamBam, Yug, and JB were getting their makeup taken off and getting dressed in more comfier clothing behind a panel. 

“This is crazy that we’re finally getting to meet you y/n though it feels like we’ve been friends for ages’ Jackson speaks up.

“I know right! It’s still surreal that we’re all pretty good friends given we’ve never met physically...well except for Mark that is” 

“Wait how do you even know Mark...like how the hell did that even happen?” y/f/n speaks up. The boys looked at each other surprised that she didn’t know even though Mark and I had been talking for months. I look to Mark to see if it was fine to tell her given that he’s not one of my patients anymore, but still it would be illegal and immoral to start spilling unless allowed. He gives me the go ahead and I turn back to y/f/n and explain to her how it came to be. From all the stupid stuff he said to getting to talk to the boys over facetime, nothing was left unturned. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and how lucky I was to have a chance encounter like this. 

“Wow you really lived the ‘y/n’ life right now huh?” She commented

“I’m just glad I was able to get it off my chest, it was really hard trying to keep this a secret for that long” I laughed 

“But why now, like how long you think you would’ve held it in if they didn’t have a tour?” she questioned

“Honestly I was close to just spilling everything, but luckily the tour was announced. You can also thank Mark for the free tickets and passes by the way” I laughed. y/f/n looked at Mark and had no other way of phrasing words than to say thank you multiple times

“It’s no problem at all, your reaction was priceless though! It made it worth it in the end” he laughed.

I sit there looking at my surroundings amazed this is actually happening. Mark irritatingly asked y/f/n to tell him stories of stupid shit I’ve done in the past because I refused to tell him. y/f/n went along I’m guessing as payback for the stupid stunt I pulled with this whole encounter. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to put those two together because now Jackson is listening in and I guess so is BamBam from the makeup chair because I can hear him laughing along with everyone else at some part of the story that I don’t even remember (I must have been drunk...whoops). Even then, I don’t think anything could top this moment…

Now I have to figure out why JB has been avoiding interactions with me since y/f/n and I walked in. 

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10:11 pm

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“Chris, come home already.” You had made your way to Chris’ company, because he had texted you telling you he was going to be working late again.

He turned around to face you, a worried look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You immediately caught on to the feelings he was projecting, worry, stress, dread and there was something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Y/n…” He said softly.

“Why are you here?” You made your way over to him sitting in one of the two chairs behind his computer.

“You said you were staying late, and that would make this 3 days in a row, come home please. You need to rest.” He ran a hand through his hair, it was curlier than usual, you could tell he had been running his hand through it often. You placed a hand on his thigh and waited for him to raise his head to meet your eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I, um, don’t want to talk about it.” You sighed and went to stand up, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back down.

“I don’t want to talk about it, but I will if you want me to.” He said firmly. You pulled your mouth into a tight straight line, debating if you should make him tell you or not. Chris always told you what was wrong, it was so unlike him to not tell you when he was upset.

His communication skills were the absolute best and it was one of the many things you loved about him.

You let out a soft sigh and settled back into the seat.

“You don’t have to tell me if you really don’t want to, I’ll understand. Just know I’m here for you when you want to talk.” Chris looked you over once, twice. Trying his hardest to determine the tone of your voice and tell if you were upset. He was really good at catching your feelings and moods, no matter how hard you tried to hide them.

“Y/n, you should go ahead home, I’ll be here a couple more hours.”

“He’s trying to get rid of me.” Was the first thought to cross your mind.

“Why? Can’t I just stay here with you?” You asked, a tone in your voice that dared him to kick you out. He sighed.

“Y/n please, I’m trying really hard here, please just go home.”

“You don’t want me here?” You said softly.

“It’s not that, no I just, I need to work.” You looked over to his computer, noticing for the first time what was on it. You scoffed at the frozen picture on the screen.

“You call this working?” He looked back and his eyes grew wide as he hurriedly excited out of the porn site.

“Y/n it’s not what you think, I-I was just pent up and and I, I mean, I. It’s not what you think.” He finished weakly, his ears red with embarrassment.

“Are you breaking up with me?” You said bluntly. His eyes grew wide.

“W-What No! Why would you think that??” You held up a finger and starting counting off the reasons you had gathered over the past few days.

“You don’t come home anymore, you don’t tell me what’s upsetting you anymore, we never sleep in the same bed, we haven’t had sex in a month, and you’re trying to kick me out of your studio. Is that not good enough reasons for me to think your leaving me? You’ve been pulling away from me over the past month, what am I supposed to be thinking in this situation Chris!?” Your voice grew louder as your hysteria went higher. Your chest was heaving, out of breath from your rant.

“Woah, woah, calm down Y/n, where is this coming from? Have I ever once made you doubt me in our relationship before? Don’t you love me?”

“Of course I do that’s why I’m so confused.” You threw your arms up in fustration.

“Why haven’t you come home Chris? I miss you, I miss you so much.” It was taking all your will power not to cry, you didn’t want to seem weak in front of him.

Even though he would never think less of you, you would.

“I have been frustrated lately, pent up…” It took you a moment to catch his drift.

“What? You haven’t been coming home because your horny?” Chris blushed slightly at your use of such a crude word. He tried his hardest not to curse around you or say words that would be inappropriate.

“I didn’t want to upset you by asking you, I don’t want you to think that’s all I want from you.” You were extremely confused at this point.

“Wait, what?” He looked at you, his eyes sad.

“I overheard you on the phone with your friend, talking about how "all he wanted was sex” and that you were getting sick of it, you even laughed. And then the next day you asked me for a break.“ You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, Chris had completely misunderstood a conversation he had overheard between you and your best friend.

You couldn’t take how ridiculous the situation in front of you was. For almost a month, you thought Chris was avoiding you, you even thought he was going to leave you. And come to find out he had overheard you talking about getting your dog neutered because the little beast couldn’t stop going after your neighbors dog.

You started laughing, and it was a good long laugh. Chris’ face went from confused to slightly annoyed.

"Why are you laughing?” You regained your composure and wiped at the tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“Chris! You are so, oh my god I can’t believe this.” You said through giggles.

“I was talking about Sunny! I want to get Sunny neutered because he won’t stop screwing the neighbors dog! All the little bastard thinks about is sex! It’s driving me crazy with how he’s been acting.” His face went back to confused.

“But, even if that’s the case, why did you ask me for a break?”

“My period.”

“Huh?” You laughed again.

“My period was acting weird, it was spotting like crazy, but not fully starting. And I just wanted to take a small break from sex until I figured out what was going on down there.” Concern set into his eyes as he grabbed your hands.

“And is it? Are you ok?” You giggled at his worried expression, it was so like Chris to forget his problems and worry over yours. You placed a hand on his cheek and he settled into it without a second thought.

“I’m fine, everything’s fine.” He let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m glad.”

“So, lets get back to our original topic, you obviously misunderstood me and I misunderstood you, are we ok now?” He smiled up at you from where he had perched on the floor to lay his head in your lap.

“Of course we’re ok, I love you Y/n.” You stood up and pulled him with you, he looked confused for a second as you pushed him down into the chair you had been occupying.

“Y/n what are you doing?” He said as you lowered yourself in front of him. You smirked up at him as you went to undo his belt and the button on his pants.

“I’m helping you relieve all that pent up energy and stress.” You said while licking your lips. Chris’ eyes took on a look of complete lust, he loved seeing you on your knees in front of him.

Just the slight brush of your fingertips on the bare skin of his stomach as you undid the belt and button was almost enough to send him over the edge, because he had been craving you for so long now.

“A-are you sure you’re ok?” You nodded your head, and kept your eyes on the growing bulge in his pants.

“I’m fine now, I had actually planned a very romantic night for us to make up for not doing anything for so long and I was also hoping you wouldn’t leave me if I did that.” You felt a hand go under your chin and lift your face up so your eyes could meet.

“Y/n I love you so much and I would never leave you.” Your heart skipped a beat, two years with this man and it still felt like the first time you two met.

You blushed as you turned your attention back to his friend. You palmed him through his pants first, his head fell back against the wall behind him.

“Y/n…” He moaned out. The way he said your name between clenched teeth was enough to have you pooling in your underwear. This man turned you on so much.

You slowly slid his member out and ran a finger over the tip, wiping up the pre cum. He knew exactly what you were going to do and opened his eyes to look down at you as you placed your finger in your mouth and licked it clean.

Chris’ breathing was growing more ragged by the minute. You leaned back over him and darted your tongue out to clean up what your finger missed. A hiss escaped through his lips. More than anything you loved how Chris turned into a withering mess whenever you used your tongue on him.

You teased him for a few more strokes of your tongue across his tip before taking him halfway. He groaned out as he wound his fingers through your hair. Chris loves to hold onto your hair as you give him head, but he was never the type to shove you down on him. He loved to let you go at your own pace.

You loved to tease him, pushing all the way down and taking him all the way in until his tip touched the back of your throat. Then pulling him out and twisting your tongue around the tip. It didn’t take much to send Chris over the edge and make him cum because it had been so long since he last felt your hot, wet mouth on him.

A few more deep strokes and he came undone beneath you. You took every drop he gave you, swallowing every bit, and licking up what spilled over. You wiped at your mouth as you pulled away from him.

“Feel better?” You said standing up. Chris grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap.

“There is no way I’m done with you.” Your back was pressed to his as his hands made there way to your tits. Your head fell back on his shoulder as you let a moan out.

“Chris’ please,” You begged.

“I missed you so much.” He said as he kissed your exposed neck. You felt his hand trail down your stomach and across your hips before stopping at the waistband of your pants.

“Tell me how bad you want me.” He whispered in your ear.

“So bad… Chris please, I want you so much, I’ve missed you like crazy.” You breathed out. He chuckled, a low and deep sound that sent shivers through you.

“Anything for you babygirl.” You felt the button on your jeans pop and his hand gliding lower. So close you thought. Chris was getting you back for teasing him earlier.

“Chris..”

“Yes babygirl?”

“Please…” You begged. He chuckled and slid his hand over the top of your panties. Just as he was about to slid them to the side and touch you skin to skin there was a knock at the door. You both jumped, you had completely forgotten you were in his studio.

“Hyung?” You both hurried to a standing position and straightened your clothes. Chris walked over to the door once you were both good and opened it. On the other side was Hyunjin.

“Y/n nice to see you again!” He smiled at you as he walked into the room.

“Hello, Hyunjin.” You said.

“Hyung.” He said turning to Chris.

“We need you in the practice room, Felix said he needed some help.” Chris nodded and sent Hyunjin out the door first. Turning to you he winked.

“We’ll finish this at home.”

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Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe, idol au

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 958

Warning: explicit language

A/n: sorry for another short chapter. I was the only tech working on my unit last night so I was wiped out. Luckily my lectures were cancelled for today so I got a little more rest time in lol. This whole conversation is through text message btw. I left off specific details in regards to that so I’m not being repetitive, but hopefully it’s obvious through it. 

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Five

Mark and I talked for months after our first meeting. Of course it became hard for him to reply back because they just recently made a comeback and were promoting like crazy. I got to talk with the rest of the boys a lot too, but mostly Mark. Somehow the boys felt comfortable enough with me to send me their Kakao ID’s so we gradually grew closer. Also thanks to them, my Korean improved fast too! I wouldn’t say I was fluent, but conversation was pretty fluid. During that time a tour was also announced and to my surprise they were coming to a city that I could travel to by car and it wouldn’t be a terrible distance (I don’t know how he managed to get at least a city close to me, but I’m thankful). What I wasn’t expecting though was getting a message from him with a surprise

“Guess what?” Mark messages after we had been talking for the last half hour

“Lol what?” I reply

“Guess which favorite member of yours got you a ticket to the tour?” Mark messages

“OMG JB GOT ME A TICKET TO THE TOUR?!?!” I exclaim

“y/n when are you going to consider me your favorite member?” Mark digitally pouts

“When BamBam stops being extra” I reply with a laugh

“So~ never huh?”

“Bingo” I can’t help but laugh at his nth attempt to try and convert me from a JB stan to a Mark stan. Nice try boy, but I’m loyal (what he doesn’t know was Jackson was actually my first bias but he doesn’t need to know that...neither does Jackson...that boy is relentless). 

“But really?! You got me a ticket to your tour that sold out in a matter of minutes?!” 

“Of course, it’s been months since we first met and it would be great to see you too” Mark replies. 

“That’s great, but…” I add

“But? What? y/n please don’t say you can’t come” he pouts...digitally 

“No I can, but what is the chance you can give me another ticket? As much as I love going to concerts and being able to see you again it’s not fun unless I’m with at least one friend...ya know?” 

“I get that, let me ask our manager and I’ll see what we can do” he replies happily

“Mark that would seriously be awesome! Don’t stress about making them good seats either. The fact that I get to see you and the boys performing and jumping around on stage will make me the happiest person on earth” I coo

“I want to be able to see you from the stage though, but I will definitely see what I can do,” he replies confidently. 

We move from the subject and just talk about other random things. I can’t even imagine where the hell we come up with such topics, but he’s always been really nice to talk to. We have the same personality too. If we don’t talk for days, it’s always that we need a mental break because our social meters have run down. He’s definitely one of my more unique friends, but I’m glad I can say he’s part of my life. 

“Hey so I talked to manager hyung and he checked with the company and we were able to get you a second ticket for your friend!” Mark excitedly replies

“OMG THANK GOODNESS!!” I celebrate 

I continue, “my friend is super pretty and judging from how we talk y’all would look super cute together” 

“Oh...really?” he stutters 

“Of course, she would click so well with the rest of the boys too, though she is older than Bam and Yug so that’s planning to be an interesting sight wouldn’t you think? Lol” I reply back with a laugh

“oh ...yeah”

“Mark you good? You don’t have to meet her if you don’t want to. No one actually knows that I know you or the boys. I told you at the hospital that I’m not allowed to reveal such info. Even if you gave me permission, 1. Who would believe me? 2. You're still an idol so this could end up being split three ways: some ahgase will be jealous, some will find my info and send threats even though we’re just friends, and some would not care on the basis they recognize you’re human. I just thought that it would be nice to combine worlds, but I understand if you don’t want to” I state

“No no no I didn’t mean my messages to come off as bad, my mood was just brought down because our manager said our practice time had been extended and I was really looking forward to resting for a while” he sulk messages.

“Oh gotcha hehe, there I go jumping to conclusions again, sorry” 

“No you’re fine, it’s my fault for relaying my current emotion while I’m texting you haha” 

“Nah you’re fine, just think about we’ll finally be able to see each other after so long!” I get excited again

“HELL YEAH!! I have to go, but talk later?” he questions

“Of course, but I can’t promise I’ll be awake by the time you message”

“That’s fine, you get some rest. It must be late where you are.” He’s always so caring. He has really always been this way since we first met and that one instance the patient kicked me in the arm. I swear anyone could fall for this boy, I probably would have if I didn’t know he was this much of a crackhead. 

“Good night Markipoo, hope practice goes well!” I cheer

“I wish, but goodnight, don’t forget to dream of me” he digitally smirks. This boy just doesn’t know when to give up does he. What a friendship.

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~Dream Diary (Masterlist)~

*Just want y’all to keep in mind that the stories I write are majorly based on dreams, day dreams, or even nightmares that I have. So If I have more stories for one idol and none for another...blame the brain (I can also say that a lot of the time the idols these stories are based on aren’t even the bias or even bias wrecker lol

GOT7:

Mark: 

Chance Encounter (idol au): One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight [y/f/n smut], Nine [y/n smut], Ten

M.O.N.T:

Roda:

It’s Ok To Cry ( sad fluff, idol au)

Bitsaeon:

And Then Everything’s Alright (fluff, non idol au)

Narachan:

Feel Special (fluff, smut, non-Idol au)

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Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe, idol au

Pairing: Black Fem Reader x Mark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 995 words

Warning: explicit language

A/n: yet again I’m working and uploading this while I’m in the middle of lecture. Nothing crazy to add though. Ngl that I’m actually kinda satisfied with how the collage turned out this time.

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter Four

A whole week passes by and it was just as uneventful and repetitive. My life is really basic, all I ever do is work and go back home (until school starts, then it’s just school, work, and home). I attend my other part time job and deal with a bunch of Karens (both male and female) who refuse to wear their masks, getting asked a lot of questions that I have no idea how to answer, so and so forth. The weeks always pass by quickly since all I do is work, so I wasn’t surprised that at a blink of an eye, I’m back at the hospital. Nothing different happens when walking into work at the hospital...well accept for almost tripping over air walking out of the parking deck. We’re not gonna talk about it.

When I reach the front desk, one of the nurses gets my attention,

“Hey y/n, there’s a note here left for you. Must be from the manager” she mentions. I’m not that taken back since the manager has left notes for me before. I walk to the desk and grab the slip. Like always, my name graces the front of the folded paper. I open it and start reading,

“Dear y/n,

I was hoping that I would have the chance to keep in contact with you after our short, yet memorable, encounter. Though I can’t promise we would ever cross paths I decided to just not leave everything up to chance (you don’t seem like the sappy type to believe in such shit). Anyways, hope to hear from you soon!

Love, your soon to be favorite member, Mark”

I couldn’t believe it, Mark wrote me the sweetest little letter AND he left me his kakao contact. Is that even allowed? Won’t he get in trouble? Maybe his manager gave him permission, but even then it’s such a big risk. Forget it, this is probably one of the best things that has ever happened in my life.

Though the anticipation is there, I wasn’t able to contact Mark until Monday morning. Yes, I know, over twenty four hours, but it was torture not being able to message Mark for that long. Both the shifts were ridiculously crazy and by the time I got home all I wanted to do was sleep. When Monday morning rolled around, I added Mark’s contact and spent a little too long pondering on what my first message should be. Then it came to me, why am I freaking out about this when we’ve met before and have held full conversations with each other, this shouldn’t be difficult. Ok, here we go,

“Hi...it’s y/n, um, your tech” I message.

…

“Who is this? I think you have the wrong contact” the reply came only after a few minutes that felt like hours.

“Oh god he doesn’t remember, wow, I guess it was all just too good to be true” I think-panic to myself.

“OMG I’M SO SORRY!! MY FRIEND GAVE ME THEIR CONTACT AND I GUESS I ADDED THE WRONG ID!!!” I reply in a haist.

“OMG I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FELL FOR THAT HAHAHAHA!!” Mark replied. I could just imagine him laughing hysterically by himself. I really hate him.

“I hate you so much Mark Tuan.” I surely hope he sensed my anger through that message.

“Oh, no more mr. Tuan? I kinda liked it” I sense the smirk through the message.

“You lost the privilege once you stopped being a patient Mark, you weirdo” I message back.

“Ooo with the insults, I thought we were more than just patient and tech” Mark replies. My heart sped up a little, but then I realized who I was talking to.

“Well I thought you were just a patient who got bored and I happened to be an easy target?” I sassed.

“Fair enough, well how about this, ‘y/n the tech’ will you be my friend?” Mark asks.

“Hmmmm~”

“Oh c’mon y/n, pplllleeeaasseee” Mark begs. Oh do I like the sound of that. He’s always teasing me so even if this is a fake beg, I’ll still take it.

“Oh fine, yes Mark, we can officially be friends” I reply.

“WOOOOO!!”

“Unfortunately I only just got off of work and I don’t think I can stay up much longer” I mentioned.

“Awe really? Well I understand. Get some rest, don’t forget to dream of me” he replies with a winking emoji.

“Trust me, if I could control my dreams I would much rather choose my bias than you’re annoying ass” I reply sassily.

“Ooooo~ so you have a mouth on you too. You’re just full of surprises huh? But imma have to tell JB that, I bet he would be happy to hear it coming straight from a fan’s mouth...well...kinda” he said with a slyness.

“I really hate when I type faster than my brain processes, I’m going to regret this later won’t I?” I reply with a sigh

“Oh most definitely, but don’t worry I won’t tell him. We’re friends right? I don’t want to start off on a bad foot” he said with confidence

“Well aren’t you sweet, hahaha but really thanks. I would much prefer to be friends with all the boys. I’m really not over how I’ve gotten to talk to all of you and even be able to call you my friend. Hopefully we can all get closer...wow that sounds cheesy, sorry” I message with my heart on my sleeve. Wow, I’m really making myself vulnerable with him. I definitely know I’m going to regret that.

“I’m glad we got to meet each other too even if the circumstances were a bit hard. Who knew I would run into ‘fan turn to friend’ in the most unlikely of places...btw didn’t you say you were going to sleep? That was like an hour ago?” he mentions

…

“y/n?”

…

“My new friend?” he continues,

…

“Sleep well beautiful”

“*message deleted*”

“Sleep well dummy”

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A/N: thanks for reading chapter 4! sorry that this isn’t the traditional way of doing text message convos when you’re writing them, but hopefully it still makes sense. 

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And Then Everything’s Alright// Bitsaeon x Y/N (gender neutral)

Description: it doesn’t take much to put your foot forward and that you know to be a statement you live by. You find that because of this you open doors to emotions you never knew you would experience.

Genre: fluff, friends to significant others

Warning: kissing (but trust me it’s like G rated)

Word count: ~6.6K

A/N: Honestly don’t blame me, blame my brain. Majority of the story is based in the sixth grade and it is a y/n narrative. So sorry that you’re having to imagine yourself as a sixth grader lol. MONT have seriously been living in my mind rent free for these past few months (it’s probs bc of all these video calls I keep doing🤧). Also this is supposed to be a gender neutral y/n so if you see me using he or she pronouns that’s meant to describe the “y/n” please leave a comment to I can go edit it😊

Pairing: Bitsaeon (Kim Sang Yeon) of M.O.N.T x y/n (gender neutral)

I was in the sixth grade when I first met Kim Sang Yeon. He had moved to my town from South Korea which made him kind of the odd one out. My school wasn’t considered super diverse so having someone like him moving from a country that I know most kids don’t even know exists was actually pretty interesting. Some of the classmates either fully avoided him, while some others did approach him, the conversation (if you want to call it that) lacked any substance. To be honest it was almost embarrassing and all I could think to myself was I hope he didn’t think everyone in this town was like this.

After a little less than half the day had passed, most everyone lost interest in getting to know the kid. It didn’t take too long for news to spread about the new kid. Most of them being super stupid and honestly quite racist. Another rumor that spread around was the fact he could barely speak English. I honestly felt bad because I know how kids at my school are and the way things have already escalated, I can tell this new kid will have a tough time here. My personality tends to be weird sometimes. I’m shy meeting new people, but when there is someone I want to befriend, that reserved personality tends to disappear. It didn’t take much for me to approach the new kid, but the timing was always off. Either some other student was occupying his time or something else ends up happening so talking to him proved to be impossible.   

My favorite period of the day finally came around, lunch. I was excited talking to my friends about some nonsense and also that they would be serving crispitos and hoping they wouldn’t suck like last time they served it (a/n: I would honestly just google it. I can truthfully say if you went to public school and ate school lunches...you get it...I hope). My friends grabbed a table since they brought their lunch, while I went to go get my lunch. As I finished purchasing my food, I noticed the new kid standing with his lunch box in his hand. His eyes were shifting trying to find a spot to sit, but no table looked like they were very inviting. I could see him slightly give up and head towards the exit so I decided to make this my chance. 

“Hey...new kid, do you need somewhere to sit” I speak up

“Um...yes, please” he responds nervously. I knew it would be kind of awkward since we haven’t actually spoken before, but hopefully it won’t last long. We walk together to my table and I tell my friends that this was the new kid and he needed somewhere to sit so I invited him to our table. For this is the reason I love my friends. They are always really accepting and can understand how he would feel because we had all one way or another been there before. He took a seat down beside me and I decided to start the conversation.

“My name is y/n and these are my friends” I speak up first to get the introductions out of the way.

“I’m Sang Yeon, thank you for letting me sit with you” he said shyly.

“It’s no problem, you looked like you needed somewhere to sit” I reply laughingly. I could see him smile a little and it would be a lie if I said I didn’t find him kind of cute. 

“So where is it you said you moved from?” one friend speaks up.

“Oh it is South Korea. Have you ever heard of it?” he asks kind of nervously.

“Oh yeah I’ve heard of it” I speak up nonchalantly. I could see his eyes get quite big out of surprise that someone actually knows. He looked a bit excited at the fact so he proceeded to ask,

“So how did you know about Korea?” 

“Oh some of us listen to Korean music and watch a lot of anime. I know anime is Japanese, but somehow it’s hard to hear about one popular form of entertainment without somehow hearing about another” I laugh.

“Wow!” is all he could reply, but I could tell he relaxed a little more knowing at least he wouldn’t have to stress about our knowledge. The conversation was light, but still very fun. He asked us some questions and we did the same back just getting to know each other a little more. He ended up being a really cool person, but it occurred to me while he was answering one of my friend’s questions that I could understand everything he was saying. His English wasn’t perfect and his accent was definitely there, but you could still very well understand what he was saying. That’s the last time I ever listen to any stupid rumors, but I also should know better. Part of me feels a little bad that there was a possible subconscious chance that the only reason I approached him was for the fact to see if the rumors were true. I decided to push that thought to the side and join back in on the conversation. 

Before we knew it, the lunch bell rang and I said goodbye to some of my friends since they had a different class to go to. Luckily I found out that Sang Yeon actually had the same class as me so we were able to at least walk together. I don’t know how, but our conversation never stopped. He was really fun to talk to, I just hope he wasn’t finding me annoying. The next class went by and as such so did the rest of the day. By the end of the day, I realized Sang Yeon and I share at least three out of the eight classes which worked out since those classes were ones where the teachers weren’t super strict about assigning seats. 

The days, weeks, then about two months flew by and before I knew it, my favorite event our town holds finally comes around. The state fair always being the best part of fall in October because the weather ends up being really nice and nature just looks beautiful with their arrangement of colors. Sang Yeon and I had become really good friends so I thought it would be really cool to hangout outside of school. 

“Hey Sang Yeon, the state fair is coming in a few days, do you want to go with my friends and I? our parents have always taken us every year for as long as we could remember so it would be really cool for you to join!” I say excitedly when we left the cafeteria walking to our next class.

“Sure! I would have to ask my parents though to make sure it’s ok first.” 

“Ok! if you want I can give you my mum’s number first and you can give it to your mum in case she wants to talk to her” I smile. He agrees and I write down my mum’s number once we grabbed our seats in class and gave it to him. The day like most others goes by quickly and we go our separate ways home. I tell my mum what happened at school and she thinks it’s nice that I invited him since the family, though having been here for a couple months, was still kind of new. Later that evening, I hear that my mum getting a phone call from Sang Yeon’s mum and they discussed about all of us going along with my other friend’s and their parents. I was excited for the upcoming weekend to be able to spend with all of my friends!

~Fast forward to the weekend~

Our families all meet up at the parking lot of the fair and discuss on how they should go about things. They decided that a buddy system would be best so if one person wanted to do something or go somewhere it would always be with someone else and a parent. After the plans were set, we headed for the fair. I asked Sang Yeon what he wanted to do first and he picked the viking ship. That had always been my favorite ride so I was excited that he picked that first. We headed there and waited until it was our turn to hop on. Luckily, the line was short so we didn’t have to wait that long. The whole evening was filled with screams, laughter, a bunch of junk food and just all around happiness. 

After being there for about 3 hours our parents said we had 30 min left before we had to leave since it was getting late. I told Sang Yeon that I wanted to try the ball and pins game where you try and throw the ball at two sets of six bowling pins that are arranged in a triangle shape and try to knock as many of them down. When we reach the tent, we hand our $5 to the man behind the table and he brings me 3 balls. First try, I fully miss the pins. Second try, I was closer, but I still miss the group. Now for the third try, I barely grazed a pin and it started wobbling back and forth like it was going to fall...but it didn’t. I stood there in a slump, I knew I wasn’t great at aiming, but I didn’t realize I was this bad. 

I guess Sang Yeon saw my disappointment and felt bad because he hands the man another $5 and the man hands him three balls in return. I watched right beside him as he threw the first ball. He hit 3 pins and I was amazed because he hit more pins on the first try. Then he threw a second ball and hit another 3 pins down. I started cheering him on because he was doing so well and he had a chance of winning a prize. He threw the third ball and was only able to hit one pin down, he sulked a bit but I was very cheery standing beside him. I was telling him how amazing that was and how I’ve never seen anyone I know hit that many pins down.

Out of excitement I jumped hugged him just out of pure joy. I didn’t realize how he froze up so when I finally let him go all I was feeling was happiness for him. The man behind the table said he can pick out a prize from a certain section. Yeon started looking around and I stood beside him as he was trying to make a decision. 

“You pick” he turns around suddenly to tell me.

“Wait why? you’re the one who won” I said laughingly 

“I can’t make a decision” he laughs. I gave in and looked through the small selection. I pick out a little black teddy bear that had a red bow. Yeon then pointed to the bear and the man gave it to him. Once the bear was in his hands, he turned to me and held it out.

“Take it, for you” he says with a sweet smile

“But it’s you’re prize! you deserve it” I say out of shock

“Think of it as a thank you gift” he replies

“Why a thank you gift?” I look at him questioningly

“To say thank you for inviting me to your lunch table and becoming friends with me” he says shyly. His response threw me off a little because it wasn’t that big of a deal when I invited him. My mum always told me to never turn down a thank you gift, especially one from the heart, so I accepted it. His smile grew bigger at the acceptance and that’s when I heard my mum calling for us that it was time to go. We walked back side by side with my gift held tightly in my arms. We sparked another conversation just talking about our favorite moments of the evening as we walked with our families back to the car. Brief exchanges of goodbyes were given among all of my friend and I’s families. We got back in our cars and left the lot of the fair, smiles gracing everyone’s faces.

~5 years later~

It’s already October of our junior year of high school. My friends and I, though in fully different classes, are still close and doing the same dumb stuff we’re always up to. Yeonie, which is the nickname I so cleverly came up with for Sang Yeon, and I had been inseparable since we first met. We did a lot together you would think we grew up together. He was there through my first relationship and first break up. I was there through his first confession, in reference to him being confessed to by some girl. He politely turned her down even though she was really cute and smart. When I interrogated him he did admit she was pretty and smart, but he just wasn’t interested in her. I wanted to question him if he likes someone else, but decided not to. Though me and him are close, I know I would hate if someone asked me that. 

We were chilling in study hall and he was letting me doodle on his notes because I was procrastinating on doing my own work while he responsibly did his. He was oddly quiet which was slightly weird since he was always able to multi task doing his work and holding a full conversation with me.

“Hey guess what?” I start

“Please don’t let it be something stupid , y/n” he retorts sarcastically 

“Heyyy when do I ever say something stupid?...don’t answer that” I reply

“Lol then what then?” he replies still focused on his precal homework

“The fair is coming back this weekend!” I say excitedly. He stops writing for a second and looks up at me,

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot...that’s great” he says with a small smile and a lot less enthusiasm. Now I most definitely knew something was up.

“Ok spill Yeonie, what’s wrong? Getting an A- on your math test is actually impressive I’ve told you that”

“I know I know, you’ve told me a hundred times, but it’s not about that” he replies slightly laughingly.

“Then what’s the sitch?”

 “My dad got a promotion...” he says quietly and fully avoiding eye contact 

“That’s awesome! so why do you not sound happy?” I question

“The promotion is back in Korea” he sighs

“Oh...so...”

“We’re moving back to Korea” he finishes still avoiding eye contact

“So when are you moving?” I say with slight sadness in my voice

“In 3 weeks” he replies even quieter

“H-how long have you known?” I say trying not to sound too emotional

“Only a few days, but we had to make sure it was official before I could tell you” he replies

“I understand, this is good though...for your family. I’m honestly really happy for y’all though I can’t say I won’t miss you” I say in a joyful sadness. He finally looked up at me, but I had already turned my attention back to his doodled notes. The air between us was quiet, nothing much could be said to avoid what knowledge we both now shared. The day went on and I tried my best not to think about the news of one of my closest friends moving away. I couldn’t lie to myself that I was a lot more saddened because my feelings for him had grown more passed friendship. I don’t know when I was planning to confess my feelings that I myself had only just realized not too long ago, but it felt selfish to do it now knowing we wouldn’t have time to actually date; that is if he felt the same way as me. 

When we reached the last class of the day, the air between us was still awkward and I thought of changing that. 

“Hey we can’t be sad forever! we still have three weeks to get ourselves into some mess! We also still have the fair and we’ve been going every year since we’ve met so let’s not break this streak just yet!” I say with a forced smile that seemed convincing enough to bring a slight smile to his face.

“You’re right, I want to see how much better you’re throwing skills have gotten” he replies laughingly 

“Bet! I’ve gotten so much better since last year! I’m going to win a bigger prize this time!” I say with certainty in my voice. He just responds with a small laugh which honestly warms my heart. I’m going to miss it. 

~The weekend~

We made plans that he would pick me up and we ride to the fair together. Unfortunately, the rest of the friend group were busy so it just ended up being the two of us. We reach the fair grounds and pay for our entrance fee. The first few hours we make our way through each ride. Well really he does, I was never a fan of the large rides apart from the viking ship, but he had a love for the thrill. Sometimes we would separate and do our own thing and come up with a meeting place once we were done with a chosen ride. We stuffed our faces with hot dogs, cotton candy, funnel cake, and as many other delicious treats we could afford. 

The evening was drawing to a close and we decided to snag a couple more rides before deciding to leave. He wanted to re-ride one of the bigger rides again and he tried to convince me to join, but my will to not ride them was strong. We decided that we would end the evening at the viking ship so that’s where we would meet once we were done with our selected rides/games. While he waited in the short line for his ride, I was walking around trying to find something to do until he was done since I wasn’t interested in riding or riding again most of the attractions again. As I walked around, a certain game caught my attention, the ball and pins game. I decided to try it out again and to knock down as many pins as I can so I can brag about my even better prize to Yeonie. 

I approached the booth and gave my $5 to the man behind table. He handed me three balls and stepped away to give me room to throw. First throw, I am able to knock down three pins. Second throw, I’m able to knock down four pins. For the third throw, I wish upon the ball to hit a lot of pins down. I step back and throw it hitting 4 more pins down. I’m satisfied enough and the man behind the counter pointed to the prizes I could pick out of. My eyes landed on the biggest stuffed dragon I could pick and as I was about to tell the man when my eyes caught the sight of something else. 

It was a small white bear with a brown bow, similar to the bear he gave me all those years back. I told the man I wanted the bear and he grabbed it and handed it to me telling my congrats on my prize. I stare at the bear as I walk towards the viking ship wondering if he was there already there. When approaching, I saw that he hadn’t arrived yet so I stood and waited hiding the bear behind my back. Not too long later, I saw him approach with a big smile on his face. 

“That ride was even better the second time!” he says excitedly 

“Glad you had fun, you’re crazy liking all those wild rides” I laugh at the giddy boy standing in front of me. 

“Oh I have a surprise for you, close your eyes” I say hastily

“Why do I have to close my eyes?” he asks laughingly but doing it anyways

“Lol just do it.” He covers his eyes with his hand and I take the bear out from behind me and fix the bow making sure everything looks nice. I hold it out in front of me,

“Ok, open” I say. He opens his eyes and they get big. 

“Wow did you actually win this or did you pay someone for it” he laughs. I hit him and he shields himself from the hit.

“Nooooo I actually won this! I hit 11 pins to be more exact” I say boldly as he laughs slightly. 

“Ok, ok I believe you, but if you knocked down that many pins shouldn’t your prize be a lot bigger?” he questions

“Yes, but I spotted this bear and just thought of the first time we came to the fair back in sixth grade. Do you remember?” I ask nervously worried that he might have forgotten.

“Oh yeah! wow this looks like the bear...I gave you back then” he says now realizing the reason behind the gift.

“Yeah, just thought this would be a nice gift that you could remember me by when you go back” I mention shyly.

“How could I ever forget you y/n” he says softly, eyes looking deeply into mine. My eyes avoided his and a brief silence fell yet again, but for some reason it didn’t feel awkward. I think we both realized the feelings we had for each other weren’t something that was part of our own imaginations, but it was also realized that it was also too late. We had talked about relationships before just out of casual conversation and we both weren’t a fan of the whole long distance concept because it never made sense how two people could have that much trust with each other. We decided to push past this realization and get in line for the last ride together.

“You know what’s crazy?” he brings up

“What?” I reply

“This is just a major throwback to when we first came here in 6th grade. This was the first ride we rode and I gave you that teddy bear. Now this is the last ride we’ll ride for a while and now I’m receiving the teddy bear. Crazy right?” he finishes 

“Wow you’re right! that’s crazy how all of this worked out” I laugh. We get on the ride and not too long after it starts. We have an amazing time screaming and throwing our hands in the air. Once the ride was over we got off and headed back to the car. Our conversation was light consisting of laughs here and there over the stuff we had experienced throughout the evening. He dropped me off at my house and got out of his drivers side. He was always polite like this so it was good to see that he never changed even though the situation is different now. 

We give each other a hug knowing it would be the last of our traditional fair routine. It’s not that neither of us couldn’t let go, it was that neither of us wanted to. I couldn’t help the tears falling out of my eyes. I wanted to not let him see how much him leaving was affecting me, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. He pulled me away from him and cupped my face using his thumb to wipe my tears away. He slowly leaned down placing his lips lightly on mine. I could have never imagined this would be happening. The best friend I have had feelings for and I are kissing. It’s such an innocent kiss full of a lot of emotion that I could tell had built up in him for a while.

We separate after what felt like an eternity and just gaze into each others eyes for what feels like another eternity. I break away and wipe away my remaining tears,

“We can always keep in contact y/n, this isn’t the end. You know that right?” he says softly 

“Of course I do dummy, but things will just be weird without your stupid face around” I laugh trying to bring a different energy in.

“I know, but we always have our phones and the mail” he states in a matter-of-fact way. I just laugh in agreement and we give each other one last hug. He hops back in his car and drives away only after he sees me make it into my house. I run up the stairs to my room, discard the clothes I was wearing for the day, and take a shower. When I walk back out, I grabbed the bear he gave me back then and I fall backwards onto my bed completely in shock of the evening. I fell asleep that night with my head in the clouds and my heart beating only a little faster than usual.

The days pass by quickly and before I knew it three weeks had passed by. I slowly helped the Kim family pack their house, but really that was just a cover to be able to spend more time with Sang Yeon. I went to the airport to give the last goodbyes before possibly never seeing the boy I fell in love with disappear into the departure zone with a last wave. I’m going to miss him. 

~Five years later~

It had been five years since I had seen Sang Yeon physically. The first two and a half years we talked almost everyday despite the time difference. He told me about his new school and all the friends he’s made; also running into his friends Hyun Woo (but nicknamed Narachan) and Joong Min (also nicknamed Roda) from elementary school before he moved to the states. Our conversations made it seem like we weren’t thousands of miles apart and I was happy. I also wanted to tell him that though I know what our feelings are to each other I don’t want it to stop him from being happy in Korea. I wanted him to find happiness, even if it wouldn’t be with me. He tried to argue about it, but I really wanted to give him the freedom and he would do the same for me. 

Things changed though, we slowly started responding less and less to each other as college progressed and I was already in my senior year. Trying to find jobs that I had at least a little hope to get into. My major was kicking my butt and all I could think was that I picked the wrong field and I’ve only just now figured it out too late. Just my luck, but I never stopped thinking about him though. Sometimes small things would remind me of him and I couldn’t help but smile. Just the thought of him would make me happy, but I had to realize that even if we didn’t talk anymore that he is happy with someone else.

It was Friday night and I finally finished my assignments due next week giving me the weekend to do more job searching, but also being able to relax a little as well. There was a jazz bar that I frequented a lot, so much so that I was really close with the security guy, James, and the bartender who’s real name is Harald, but he likes to be called Beomhan. I always questioned why it seems like a lot of Koreans have nicknames they go by instead of just going by their names. It’s not like their names are hard to pronounce...oh well. I loved coming to this bar especially on Friday nights because there was always a live performance. Sometimes it’s a new artist or the regular big band called “Arena of the Soul” performing. 

“Hey y/n, welcome back. What will you be having for starters tonight?” Beomhan greeted me as I sat at the bar

“Hey Beo, I’ll be having my usual thanks” I reply. My drinks are never anything crazy. My usual consists of a Vegas bomb with a side of an ale. I’m not much into drinking hard drinks unless I’m at an actual party, but at the bar, I like drinks that are more easy going. Beomhan nods and proceeds to make my usual. I make small talk with him just over nothing really and only a few minutes later is he done with my drinks. I thank them as he slides them over to me and I take the shot first. As I sit still making small talk, I hear one of the managers on duty announce that there is a new artist here to perform tonight. I look at Beo and just make an “oooo” face ready to hear someone new for the first time in a while.

I can hear the performer walk on stage and shuffling to get situated. Once the shuffling is done and he’s settled down, he lightly taps the microphone making sure it’s working.

“Hello, my name is Bitsaeon and I just moved back to this town after a while. I want to thank you for coming tonight and I hope you enjoy my song ‘Moonlight’” he sweetly says. All I could think about was how sweet his voice is and that it sounded kinda familiar. Just like always though, the thought of it went out my ears because I started a different conversation with Beo. As the music started playing, the room faded to a shallow darkness in which I was instantly engaged with the performance taking place though my back still faced the stage. After a few notes played, Bitsaeon started singing. I couldn’t believe it, his voice was so soft and melodic and yet because of the string bass the song had a jazz feel to it. It filled the bar with almost a sweet silence as the singers voice ran through the building.

I couldn’t take it anymore, this singer had my full attention now and luckily I think Beo realized that he lost me. He’s used to it at this point so no feelings were hurt in the process. I turn around to see what this angel like boy looked like and when I finally did, the world stopped. My heart raced at the speed of lighting and I forgot how to breath. It couldn’t be...Sang Yeon...Yeonie. He kept singing, but he was so much in his little world where he just looked so peaceful and unknowing of his surroundings. 

“I tell the moonlight, I tell the moonlight                                                          When everything is still, and there's nobody else in sight                                        I share my secrets with the moonlight                                                                And then everything's alright...”

He sang so sweetly I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Sitting on a stool, onstage, in black pants and a white t-shirt, with brown hair, was the boy I loved...the boy I love. 

“It seems to me that everyone is fading                                                           From the useless things they say                                                                     And all those empty words                                                                                Are just to waste away the day...”

Tears slowly started streaming down my face. Wiping them away would be pointless because they never stopped. I could hear Beo calling out to me and I could tell he was wondering if I was ok, but I couldn’t speak. The words to express my feelings were long forgotten. My brain still tried to wrap around this happening because there was just no way the man I love that I haven’t seen in five years is now sitting on stage and singing. I don’t think I even recall him being able to sing.

As the song came to an end with the last repetition of the chorus, Bit- I mean Sang Yeon was finally coming into reality. When he finally decided to observe the room and take in his surroundings from the highest level of the bar, he sees me. Our eyes lock and I can tell he realizes who I am. The tear flow increases and I still chose to not wipe them away, the strength in me was gone. He smiled subtly as he sang the last line,   

“...And then everything's alright”

Once the music ended, the place erupted in applause. The lights came back on to the regular mood light and Bit broke the eye contact we shared to thank the crowd for enjoying his performance. He bowed to the audience, scooted his mic stand to the side, picked up the stool and exited the stage. I couldn’t move, but my brain couldn’t send signals that I just want to run and jump into this mans arms. My eyes followed as he placed the stool on the outside of the stage and as he walked around the seating area where bar patrons where still giving him compliments on his performance.

He politely thanked them as he kept walking to where I was. Before I realized it, this man who is no stranger to me stood before me with a slight smile on his face.

“Hello...y/n” he starts

“H-hello...Sang Yeon” I reply still in disbelief 

“Long time n-” he starts but is interrupted by my body finally breaking out of it’s paralyzed state and engulfing him in a hug. I felt him freeze for only a second before I felt his arms wrapped around me. At this point, my paralyzed not only gave out my limbs, but also the rest of the tears that were being held in. I felt him squeezing me harder almost trying to squeeze out whatever emotion was left in me; whatever tears were left in me that were meant for him. 

After a little while longer when I felt the that my emotions had reached the eye of the storm, I agonizingly pulled myself away from his grasp to make sure that I wasn’t actually crazy. He smiled softly yet again and I found the strength to smile back. 

“H-how are you here?” I finally got the will to say

“I got in a couple of days ago...” he replied back softly. There was so much I wanted to say, but the words couldn’t form and come out. He sensed my struggle and told Beo that he would be taking me outside so I could get some fresh air. He told him that it was ok and Sang Yeon walked out with and his arm wrapped around my shoulder. Once we got settled in his car, he just looked at me.

“So, how have you been?” he asks in a quiet tone in order not to startle me

“Yeonie it’s been 2 years since we’ve talked” I said unable to look at him

“Wow it’s been a long time since I’ve been called that” he laughs

“and I’m truly sorry. Once I got back to Korea, I forgot I was technically a senior in high school. Honestly, there’s nothing I could tell you that would make what happened any better. All I can tell you is I’m really sorry” he finishes trying to hold tears back. I finally looked at him,

“There’s no need to apologize because I’m also at fault. Though I was sad when our talking decreased more and more, I became caught up in school and just life. So I’m sorry too” I say

“Looks like we’re both useless huh?” he laughs 

“Looks like it” I giggle back getting my emotions out of the way

“So...how long are you staying?” I ask cautiously to not come off as too curious

“Well, I was planning forever” he says nonchalantly. My eyes grow big

“F-forever?” I repeat back

“Well at least for longer than I was here before I moved back” he laughs

“Does that mean” I ask hopefully 

“Y/n will you go out with me...that is if you’re not with anyone” he asks. Well looks like the storm only took a small break because I ended up bursting into more tears.

“YES! OF COURSE I WILL!!” I say excitedly. I hug him yet again and I can never see myself letting go of him. I guess he thought differently because he slowly pulled me away from him and cupped my face in his hands. He uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the stray tears. He leans down catching my lips in his. The kiss felt so familiar yet so different to the one we shared years back. It was innocent, but it grew deeper. I kissed him back unlike last time and when I did, I didn’t realize that my lips missed being on his more than I think my brain and heart realized. After what felt like forever, we separated catching our breath. We looked at each other and then a sudden burst of laughter broke out.

At that moment is when I think we were truly happy for the first time in a long time. We realized we were still sitting in the car and decided to head back in to enjoy what little time we had left for the night. I think we made it a celebration because I ended up drinking over my usual amount. I could tell that Yeonie was holding back instead of drinking with me because he wanted to make sure that I would get home safely.

“Hey y/n how did you come to the bar by the way?” I hear him ask

“Oh I walked!” I exclaimed with little giddy laughter

“You walked?!” His eyes grew large

“Yup! I don’t live far so there’s no reason to pollute the air more!” I giggle with my fingers waving back and forth in front of his face. I see him just agree and we got back to our previous conversation. The bar is getting ready to close so we decide to head out. Yeonie holds on to my waste to keep me from stumbling to the ground. We make it to his car and he gets me to give him my address which surprised even me in my drunken state. We pull out of the parking lot and head off into the night.

I fell asleep during the short car ride. I could feel the car come to a complete stop so I decided to open my heavy eyelids. I could see him getting out and walking to my side of the car to open the door. He helped me get up and walk to the front door.

“I got it from here, thank you” I say softly

“Are you sure? You drank a lot” he says worriedly

“I am, the apartment is messy so I would rather you see it...not like that” I tiredly laugh

“Alright then, I’ll text you when I get home so don’t sleep on me just yet alright?” He says jokingly

“I won’t, I’ll stay up for you” I smile. I wave at him and make my way up to the second floor. I fumble with my keys, but manage to get my door open. I kick my shoes off and stumble to my room. Luckily my roommate wasn’t here this weekend since they decided to visit home.

I strip and hop into the shower hoping to freshen up a little so I can go to sleep feeling clean. When I finish up I hop out, dry off, and do my regular nighttime routine. Once I’m dressed into my pajamas for the night I hop on the bed and see Yeonie had messaged me:

THE END

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A/N: hey hope y’all enjoyed this! Took me a few days because I’m a major fan of over explaining and I had to divide my time to studying too😹but I do want to point out that the inspiration for this story was actually that pic of the white teddy bear that’s being held. That is actually Bit who posted it and I couldn’t help but come up with this☺️also another true thing about this story is the song he performed. The song is actually called “Moonlight”, it does take place in a bar setting and it’s a really sweet song that I’ve been listening to on repeat❤️feel free to listen to the song especially if you’re a fan of jazz (that’s actually his fav genre)🥰also Beomhan is also a real person too, m.o.n.t’s company started this thing called M.O.N.T Arena where they’re adding 6 more artists to the “M.O.N.T name”. Beomhan was the first one to be revealed, but it’s been a min since then and no other members have been revealed yet😅

https://youtu.be/0tlGFA0huiY

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Chance Encounter//Mark Tuan x Y/N

Description: Walking into the night shift at the hospital proves to keep you on your toes. Nights are left to the universe so you can only hope that tonight will be decent. What happens when you find out that one of your patients is THE Mark Tuan from GOT7? how do you try to deal with the chaos erupting from this chance encounter? and how many times do you have to tell yourself that you love your job?

Genre: fluff, slight cringe

Pairing: Black Fem ReaderxMark Tuan (though I will say there isn’t much description of black characteristics)

Word count: 4.4K

Warning: explicit language

A/n: uploading this while I’m in the middle of lecture. Nothing crazy to add though. I was trying to be more specific with the collage, but why is it so hard to find a picture of an actual black woman arm?! (this will most definitely make sense when you read this chapter lol). I really try not to use the same photos twice, but it happens. hope y’all enjoy chapter 3!

*All pic collages are made by me unless I state otherwise. Individual pictures in the collage are not mine and I give credit to where credit is due.

Chapter 3

For shifts being 12 hours long, they always seem to go by quickly. Fortunately, this shift was one of them. Nothing else crazy happened the rest of the shift. More flirting from Mr. Tuan, more me getting slightly flustered by it, got in an argument with a confused elderly patient who...well...it’s too long to explain, actually got to eat dinner, etc. Before I knew it, it was 6:50am. I was finishing up on my last bit of charting when I heard the patient phone at the desk go off. I groveled because I was hoping it wasn’t one of my patient’s who needed something extensive done. I got up and headed to the phone. I checked the screen and saw a room number I know all too well...Mr. Tuan. I answer the phone,

“How may I help you?” I question just like I do any other patient.

“Oh, I was wondering if I could get a cup of coffee” he says politely.

“Sure! how many creamers and sugars” I respond.

“Um, how about 3 creamers and 6 sugars?” he responds giddily.

“Coming right up” I speak up happily. Maybe a little too happily because all I receive is a giggle at the end. I’m just happy that the request wasn’t anything major that involved me having to leave super late like I normally do. It definitely isn’t that Mark’s face would be the last face (of my patients) I would see before going home. I head to the pantry where the snacks and juices are located. I remember the nurses mentioning making a fresh pot of coffee a little while earlier, while I prefer my red bull. I grab a little styrofoam cup, fill it up with coffee, grab the requested amount of creamers and sugars, and head to Mark’s room. 

I reach Mark’s room and proceed to knock. I make my way in and I’m greeted by a bright smile so early in the morning, the poor guy looked tired though. The one of a few downsides of night shift is having to wake up patients while they sleep. I know I’m angry when someone wakes me up from my slumber, so I try to be as polite to them when I go into their rooms at 3am in the morning. I set the coffee, creamers, and sugars down on the table and pull the table across him so it’s an easier reach; and also that breakfast would be served soon so there won’t be much to do for the people bringing the food. 

Once I set down everything, I look to Mark who just has a tired smile on his face. 

I begin brightly, “hope you enjoy your coffee Mr. Taun.”

He looked at me with such a calm look, I guess he was done with the flirting from doing it all night. He comments,

“You seem happy to see me so early in the morning”, maybe I jumped the broom to think he was done with the flirting. 

“Well I’m happy that I get to go home in a few minutes and sleep until coming back tonight. Also the fact that your request isn’t something to keep me here for a long time” I reply happily. 

“So, you’re coming back tonight? Do you ever get enough sleep?” he questions.

“I do, but luckily I only work weekend nights so my sleep schedule doesn’t get super messed up.”

“Oh so you at least get the week off, that’s good” he says earnestly.

“Well, kinda. I have another job I work during the week and on Saturday mornings. So I end up going from there, then home for a little while, then come here for the night” I reply nonchalantly.

“Do you ever rest? You must be tired a lot” he says slightly concerned. 

“Well look who’s talking Mr. Idol” I laugh.

“Yeah you have a point, but just make sure not to push yourself too much. I can at least vouch the damage exhaustion can do” he solemnly replies.

“Don’t worry, once fall starts I won’t be working as much because of school” I say. 

“You’re in school too! You’re insane you know that right haha” he laughs.

“And like I said before, look who’s talking Mr. Idol” I laugh along. I don’t understand why he’s so worried when everyone who knows idol life knows how hard and tiresome it is. It’s sweet though. I look at my watch and see it’s already 7am.

“Well mr. Tuan, I have to go now, my bed is calling for me. I’ll probably see you later tonight” I state walking towards the door. He looks at me with slight confusion,

“Are you not going to be my tech tonight?”

“What? will you miss me if I’m not?” I say sarcastically

“Yes…” I hate when he does that. He gets so serious all of the sudden and I know he’s just trying to mess with me, well not this time pretty boy.

“Oh yeah sure, I bet you’ll just miss teasing me. I only say that ‘probably’ because they could switch my rooming assignments, but to be honest, that rarely ever happens with me since I only work two shifts back to back” I conclude. For a second I thought I saw a slight smile, what a weird dude. We say our sorta last goodbye and I leave the room. Though it’s been an exciting and yet weird shift, I’m just happy to be finally going home.

~Later That Day~

Back again for another shift. Everything is the same as last night and previous shifts. When I check the census, I see that I have one less patient. I guess someone was discharged during the day, good, one less person to look after. I make my way around my rooms, happily greeting my patients who are happy and surprised to see me back again. Then I reach Mark’s room, yet again, a couple deep breaths and my knuckles hit the wooden door. I walk in and I’m greeted by a soft smile...wow...didn’t realize how I missed that smile within a short amount of time. This whole thing is still so surreal to me. 

I see that the manager’s back, but luckily no death glares this time. He actually looks at me pleasantly and I look at Mark,

“Um, Mr. Tuan, did you tell your manager something about me? He doesn’t look like he wants to kill me like he looked yesterday”I question slightly side eyeing the manager. 

“Oh, I just told him how great you were last night, even put up with my annoyingness. He found it impressive that anyone could put up with me for 12 hours straight that wasn’t him, other managers, and the members” he laughed.

“That makes a lot more sense, I’m glad then. Honestly though, I still see you as the quiet member even though there are plenty of videos that truly prove the opposite” I mention. 

“Yeah, I’m still pretty introverted though. The members really bring out my goofy side” he scoffs. I can tell that his members really mean a lot to him, it’s really in the eyes. The small glint I saw in his eyes for just a second, it was really...beautiful. y/n, this isn’t the time. I continue on with the typical routine where I get his vitals and ask the same questions. I even asked his manager if he wanted anything and he asked for a cup of coffee; no problem there. Since I wanted to get more on his good side, I decided to get it for him and add in some graham crackers with it (nice touch y/n). 

Mark watched as I gave his manager the requested item plus the bonus gift. He smirks,

“Really? I don’t recall him asking for crackers. Someone’s trying to make a good impression, but why don’t you treat me that nicely? When I asked for coffee this morning, you really only just brought what I asked” he whined with puppy dog eyes.

“First, you got me on his good side so I would love to keep it that way. Also the fact that he has to keep tabs on you and the other 6 members, I feel for him. So of course I would like to show my appreciation towards him. He must also really be worried about you...ya know” I say shyly. Thank goodness I’m wearing a mask…

“M-my y-y/n is so caring” Mark fake sobs. I roll my eyes at the over acting. For someone so quiet and yet so loud, Mark will never make any sense to me. I continue on with small talk, but excuse myself to finish up my vital roundings. I say goodbye to Mark and the manager and be on my way. 

I had a gut feeling that tonight’s shift wasn’t going to go as smoothly as last night’s. It always happens that way unfortunately. Though I had one patient discharge during the day shift, I gained two more meaning my section was close to its max. One particular new patient had some extra strength for being elderly; she would make a great teammate on a kickball team. While the nurse was trying to get her info and do her duty to get her fully admitted she started kicking and screaming. Another nurse came to help and I entered the room not long after. It was quite the sight though, both nurses having to hold down the limbs of the patient. I told the other nurse that I got it and she would be ok to leave since this technically wasn’t her patient to deal with. She nodded and I took her position holding the patient’s legs. 

An intense stare off between my new patient and I was a battle I knew I could win. I could tell by her eyes, and because I got a report on her from the nurse before she arrived, that she wasn't all there in the head. As the nurse started putting the restraints on our new patient, I slowly let go of her legs because it seemed she had calmed down a bit, boy oh boy was that a mistake. Only about a minute after letting go of her legs do I find a foot flying in my direction. I managed to shield my face with my forearm and block it, but I knew a bruise would be forming there pretty soon and my arm would be sore for a while. I wince in pain, but managed to grab her legs again until we would be able to restrain her. The nurse looked at me and began to ask,

“y/n you ok? That looked like a nasty hit” said the nurse.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just know I shouldn’t push myself for a while” I say to her. She looked and nodded in agreement. She double checks my arm to make sure nothing is out of place and deems I should be alright. I thanked her, asked if there was anything she needed me to do and she said no. I walked out and went to sit at one of the computers to try and clear my mind. After a little while I decided it was best to get some ice and some gauze to wrap and cool off my hurt arm to reduce any possible swelling that could occur. By the time I was done, I saw it was about the time for me to check up on my patients and to see if they needed anything. I made my way room to room while keeping the small ice pack on my arm. Fortunately, I was able to keep it hidden from the majority of the patients (some were asleep at this point anyways)...key word is majority. When I got to Mark’s room, I knocked slightly afraid he would be asleep and I didn’t want to wake him. He was awake, of course, and talking on the phone. When he heard me open the door he turned his head and smiled,

“Hey y/n, great timing! I’m chatting with the members, do you want to say hi?” he asked. This I was very grateful for since the last time was very much a surprise.

“Um sure, as long as I’m not interrupting anything” I say softly.

“Nah, they never do anything that important or they wouldn’t be talking to me” he laughed. The laughing quickly halted when he noticed the ice pack on my arm.

“y/n, what happened to your arm?” he questions, unable to take his eyes off my injured arm.

“Oh nothing to worry about” I smile and wave the hand of the injured arm. Big mistake. I slightly winced a bit and put the ice pack right back down on the arm. Mark mutes the facetime call and flips his phone over. He grabs my arm to bring it closer to him and again I slightly wince in pain.

“y/n...what happened?” he deadpanned.

“Honestly it’s nothing, one of my new patients just has a killer kick for being in her 80s. It’s fine, but unfortunately no bath for you tonight” I laughed, but he didn’t. He looks a bit concerned, but I try my best to brush off his worries. 

“Mr. Tuan I promise it’s nothing serious. In retrospect, I should be the one worried about you given I’m a fan” I say trying to make light of the moment. It partially works, but I know the worry is still there. 

“y/n you don’t have to worry about the bath. The doctor came by and said I could move around with some assistance so I’ll just hop into the shower chair. Luckily, I don’t think I’ll plan a shower for tonight...it’s not like I’ve done much but sit here” he laughed lightly. I smiled glad he was over it, but forgot he was still kinda holding onto my arm.

“Um Mr. Tuan, you’re still kinda holding on to my arm and if you don’t mind I would like to put the ice pack back on it before any possible swelling occurs” I laugh. His eyes grow big, fully forgetting that he has a hold of my arm. He lets go quickly and the room is filled with an awkward silence. Well, almost silent. We started hearing noises and I started getting a little creeped out because...night shift. That’s when I remembered,

“Mr. Tuan I would’ve hoped to have befriended your group members by now. You might want to show you're still alive before they think I did something to you” I laugh. He realizes the whole purpose of me being in the room was that I get to talk to his members. He flipped the phone back over and un-muted it,

“Hey~ sorry idiots, I had to talk to y/n about something” Mark started.

“Who you callin an idiot...idiot” BamBam replied almost instantly. Wow so he really is this extra even when not around fans and cameras huh.

“So are we going to get to meet her or what?” Yugyeom blurts out in Korean. I laugh a little at how childish this giant is. Mark turns the camera to me and I’m met with five faces I’ve grown to know since debut.

“Hi~ I’m y/n and I’m such a big fan! Like this is honestly crazy, though I would’ve loved to meet y’all in a different situation” I relay softly. 

“AYE WASSUP y/n!!” Jackson screams

“Jackson you’re too loud, but hello y/n it is nice to finally meet you” Jinyoung says with a sweet motherly smile. I couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, this is all super crazy. 

As I continue to receive warm greetings from the five I realize there’s someone missing. I look to Mark and whisper,

“Where’s JB?” 

He roles his eyes and proceeds with 

“He had some songs he was working on so he couldn’t join” he replied.

“Wow she really must be head over heels for JB huh?” I hear Jackson comment. I panic slightly,

“I was just wondering where he was, I would’ve wondered the same about any of y’all if a person wasn’t here!” I ramble. 

“...wait, but how---Mr. Tuan you didn’t!!” I look at Mark with daggers that're sharper than any needle. He raised his arms up in defensive mode quickly and rebutted,

“I promise I didn’t say anything! I learned my lesson last time so I kept my mouth shut I promise!” he said hysterically, but trying to laugh away the situation. I keep the daggers on him until I hear someone speak up in Korean 

“JB was actually texting us and bragging about how he’s your favorite member and your favorite idol overall” Youngjae speaks up laughingly. I look at Mark and he translates what Youngjae just said, but I find it hard to believe. 

“Jackson is Mr. Tuan translation right or will I have to make his hospital stay longer?” I said evilly.  

“No, his translation was right, JB was bragging about it in the group chat” Jackson said irritatedly. I was shocked, like I can’t believe my bias was this excited that I’m one of his fans. 

“But on your favorite list, what place am I on there sweetheart?” he smirked. Really, this again? And paired with the smirk too...Lord help me.

“Umm~ are you sure you want to know?” I question.

“You and I are tied Jackson. She’s been a fan of Markson so you can tell she’s been around for a while” Mark interjects.

“I’m pretty sure he asked me the question, Markipoo~”I roll my eyes

“I told you not to call me that!!” he grumbled. Laughter filled the room from me and the boys on the facetime call.

“OMG she knows about the nickname!!” BamBam exclaimed. All the boys had tears welling up in their eyes. I couldn’t help but laugh along too, though I had to keep my voice down. Not that I would get in trouble, but I’m at work so I don’t want to seem like I’m just hanging out too much. Then again, I’m done with all my duties for a while so it’s not too crazy to stay here for a little while. 

“But, Mark is right. JB is my favorite member, but Mark and Jackson are tied for second. Even then, apart from JB being my favorite member that doesn’t mean I love y’all any less. I think I would equally pass out if I met any of y’all in real life” I mention.

“Well?” Jinyoung questions

“Well...what?” I asked back confused.

“You’re not passed out” Yugyeom finished.

“Haha, well at this point I don’t think I could be surprised by Mr. Tuan anymore” I laugh tiredly. I could tell they wanted me to continue given their curious looks. 

“Well, first I didn’t even know it was this Mark Tuan that was my patient last night. He also tended to be a big flirt and joker throughout my shift last night. Then, though I was grateful, he rudely surprised me with a video call with JB. Then I came back in here, but fortunately he at least offered to tell me ahead of time that I would get to talk to you all. So though I’m still a bit nervous getting to meet y’all, I’m beyond the moon right now” I conclude. Wasn’t sure if all I just said made sense, but luckily Mark jumps in to translate to the members that are less fluent in English. Thank goodness to Mark. A chorus of ah’s made their way into the room when Mark finished explaining which signaled an understanding. 

The conversation continued on naturally until I heard the intercom come on, 

“Hey y/n room 123 needs some assistance whenever you’re available” the nurse said.

“Okie dokie, thanks. I’ll head there now” I reply. 

“Well looks like duty calls, it was so nice meeting you all finally!” I continue on happily.

“Awe, bye y/n! Hope we can meet again soon!” Youngjae says. The boys follow with similar melodic phrases as we both said our goodbyes. 

As I was walking out, I say my last goodbye to Mark and that I would be back later when I made my rounds for vitals. 

“Okay, see you later sweetie” Mark joked.

“Yeah yeah whatever” I roll my eyes, exiting the room with a smile. That boy is such a headache sometimes, I swear. Welp, I better go help this patient. I know exactly what this patient’s deal is so I know to hurry because they need to get up to use the bathroom. 

*Mark’s POV*

“Sweetheart huh?” Jackson raises an eyebrow.

“Oh shut up, Jackson. That’s how I’ve been messing with her this whole time, though it seems like she’s used to it by now” Mark speaks up.

“Yeah~ sure, but we’ve never known you to flirt like that especially without other fans and cameras around because at that point you would be forced to. Does our Markipoo have a crush?” Jinyoung taunts.

“You would think I would get more respect as the oldest” Mark sighs

“Haha nope, never” BamBam grins.

“But really Mark, you sure you're not seeing y/n any other way. Your eyes seem to tell something different” Jackson brings up.

“I promise it’s nothing, being here is really boring so y/n is just simple entertainment. Really, you should’ve seen her reactions when we first met” Mark says laughingly. 

“Ok bro, just checking to make sure” BamBam replies. 

*y/n’s POV*

The rest of the shift goes by not as eventfully as the earlier in the shift, but what shift goes by without a bit of craziness. I reach the end of the shift and I’m sitting down at the computer catching up on some back charting. 

“How do I always get caught in this situation? Ugh, I’m going to be here for a while” I mumbled under my breath. Next thing I hear is the patient phone ringing. I cringe just knowing very well it’s one of my patients...it always is. I head to grab the phone and look back at the screen to see the room. 

“This boy is amazingly attentive” I laugh to myself. Of course it’s Mark calling. I pick up the phone and answer in my best customer service voice,

“How can I help you?” I answer.

“It’s almost like you wait for my call, do you wanna hear my voice that much?” Mark says. 

“Mr. Tuan did you need something?” 

“Oh ok, I just wanted another cup of coffee” he says in a small voice. 

“Haha ok coming right up, 3 creamers and 6 sugars right? ” I question.

“Yup, good memory” he laughs.

“Why thank you, sir” I laugh and hang up the phone. Yet again happy that the request isn’t too crazy, I head to the pantry once again. I grab the coffee, creamers, and sugars once again. I think to myself that maybe the manager will be back again like yesterday evening so I decided to grab another cup of coffee. I head to Mark’s room and knock lightly. I leave one cup outside the door in case the manager wasn’t there (I know I could just give Mark the other cup, but nah). As I make my way in I’m met with pleasant smiles from Mark and the manager as well. I take a slight step back to grab the coffee I have sitting outside the room and handed one to Mark and the other to the manager.

Both faces were garnished with bigger smiles than when I walked in and it was honestly satisfying. Not gonna lie, nothing more satisfying then making people happy. I greet the manager and he greets me back. Mark sparks up the conversation while instead of me leaving to finish up my charting, I sign into the computer to finish up (thank goodness for this system sometimes). Mark continues,

“So how was your night?” Mark asked curiously

“Good, that new patient that gave me the wicked kick didn’t cause me any disturbance last night” I laughed. 

Staring down at my arm, Mark asks “Oh yeah! Speaking of which, how is your arm?”

“Still hurts a bit, but nothing a little otc (over the counter) meds can’t handle” I reply.

“That’s good, I hope you don’t push yourself too much with that arm,” he says thoughtfully. I smile to myself, also thankful that I’m yet again black and wearing a mask because Mark would see how red my face would be. Sometimes I hate how he’s still able to mess with me even when he doesn’t intend to intentionally. 

“I won't, I won’t, thanks for the worry though” I say with a small smile.

“This is your last shift right? I remember you telling me you only work weekend nights” he brings up. 

“Oh yeah it is, but as I tell all my patients on Monday mornings, ‘if I don’t see you next weekend, it was very nice getting to be your tech and I surely hope you’re not here when I’m back because who would want to be stuck in a hospital?’” I remark. 

“Haha nice, but I’ll miss teasing you. Besides that, you’re very good at your job so props to you” he relays kindly.

“Hahaha thanks, but you know what I would really love? Is to see you boys at a concert! A sis too broke to get good seats AND plane tickets along with everything else” I fake whine as I sign out of the computer being happy that I’m done with the charting as well. Mark laughed understanding how it could be frustrating, but also knowing he doesn’t have the ability to decide where the group tours. 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll have to see,” he laughs. I laugh along as well, but it struck me that this would be the last time I would get to talk with Mark. It was expected obviously, but could you blame a girl. This isn’t a new feeling because it tends to happen whenever I get close to patients, Mark just so happens to be one I’ve known for years, even if he had just heard of me Saturday night.

We say our last farewells since it was 7am. It’s unfortunate, but it is what it is. I head towards the door and turn around one last time. A slight smile graces both Mark and I’s face,

“Have a good day Mr. Tuan” I say.

“Have a good life y/n” he replies with a soft smile. 

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Honestly after reading lord knows how many fanfics in my lifetime, you would think I would know how to label my own. Sorry if I’m not clarifying if it’s a one shot or au or whatever other criteria there is. Tbh I think all of my stories will be au just bc I want to feel like something like this could actually happen and if not in this world than surely in an au somewhere😹

I feel like this is coming off creepier than needed...mb😬