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Something There (M)

Genre: Smut, Romance Pairing: 2Jae Word Count: 2.6K Summary: This wasn’t the life Youngjae wanted. But perhaps Jaebeom isn’t the monster he thinks he is.

Youngjae sighed as he stood out in the large garden, eyes scanning over the frozen ground. Normally winter would be his favorite season, but given the circumstances, he was currently living in, he couldn't fully come to love this place. It was a prison that mocked him. Just beyond the large wrought iron fence was his freedom, a trail that led back home. Just beyond his fingers grasps. So close, yet so far away.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Youngjae tilted his head up towards the sky as the wind began to blow, a chill running down his spine. “Youngjae.” The voice had him jumping and he turned quickly, dark eyes landing on the man before him. “It's freezing out here, come inside.”

Youngjae stared at him before turning away, eyes downcast as he studied the snow beneath his shoes. Anything was more interesting than staring at his captor.

“Youngjae.” he tried again, his eyes boring holes into the young male refusing to look at him.

“I'm fine.” Youngjae breathed out softly. He just wanted the other to leave. He wanted to be alone in peace, enjoying the few things that this prison had that brought him peace. Granted it wasn't a horrible place to live, a large mansion that had everything Youngjae could possibly want or need, and as far as he knew it was all at his disposal. But he didn't want luxuries. He wanted to be home, with his family, his dog. Back in the village filled with his friends and yes some unsavory characters. But every unsavory character made the small village his home.

Instead, he was there, locked away in Im Manor. All for money. While he was sure the amount of money he had been traded for would help sustain his family long enough for the new spring season to bring a bountiful harvest, he wasn't happy about this arrangement. Though better him than his sister. Who knows what horrible things this man would do to a vulnerable young girl like her.

Though more and more each day he was beginning to doubt that she would have been in any peril. No, it seemed that Youngjae was more to the tastes of the Master. Perhaps that's why he had been traded and a deal struck so quickly.

Another shiver ran through him as the wind picked up once more. He let out a soft huff as he wrapped his arms around himself, trying to cling to all the body heat he possibly could. Snow crunched under heavy boots behind him and Youngjae braced himself as arms wrapped around him, pulling him back against a strong chest. Heat seemed to flood him at the extra body heat and he was both relieved and yet so pained, even conflicted. This man-made him feel things that he had never felt before and it scared him. Youngjae didn't want to give in to the sweet words and promises that fell from this man’s lips day in and day out. Surely such things couldn't be real, not when he had been taught it was wrong. This was wrong.

“Jaebum please.” Youngjae struggled to whisper out. The arms around him tightened, pulling a soft whimper from his lips.

“Stop this Youngjae.” Jaebum said softly, his lips pressed close to Youngjae’s ear. “You've been here many months now and I've been nothing but kind and patient with you.” He reminded the other gently. “I would never do anything to hurt you, yet you continually reject me. Your denial will not change the fact that you belong to me now.” His voice came out in a soft whisper, head-turning slightly so his lips brushed against the cold shell of Youngjae’s ear. “Don't you think it's time to give up on this fight and just give in?” He asked lowly.

Youngjae shivered at the hot breath running over his ear and the equally hot voice whispering in it. His heart was pounding in his chest as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. Again, feelings were racing through him that confused him so much, yet Youngjae wanted to give in very much. Because despite the confusing feelings that Youngjae felt there was one feeling that was the strongest, one that he honestly craved and was one of the reasons as to why he didn't fight Jaebum off every time he wanted to touch him, to hug him.

It was want. He felt wanted, needed, and dare he say even loved? Whether or not Jaebum did love him was a question he didn't have the courage to ask. But he let himself think it nonetheless, which is what made it so hard to not give in each time. But maybe...maybe he should. He was never going to leave this place. It was his home now, maybe he should stop fighting his fate.

“I don't want to fight anymore” Youngjae finally whispered, his cheeks flushing at the confession. Jaebum smiled slightly, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he pulled Youngjae further against him. “But I-”

“You're in good hands.” Jaebum assured him, cutting him off. “Trust me Youngjae. I will keep my word. I will never do anything to hurt you.” He said. Youngjae could feel a soft smile spreading over his lips, knowing that he could somehow trust the other. After all Jaebum has waited so patiently all this time, while Youngjae did all he could to keep the other away and outwardly show how much he hated this arrangement.

“I trust you.”

~*~

Laying back on the large and lavish king-sized bed, Youngjae shifted himself enough to prop himself up on his elbows. His eyes followed Jaebum’s every movement, watching the other male as he drew closer to the bed. His heart pounded harshly in his chest, making it almost impossible to breathe correctly. He was scared and nervous, worried that this wasn't going to be anything he thought it would. Then again he never thought he would be having sex with another man. But there was just something about Jaebum that he couldn’t help but see himself with the other. He was kind and caring, patient, and gentle. He never once showed an ounce of anger towards Youngjae and that was probably the reason why Youngjae grew so fond of him. It was inevitable. Something that happened unconsciously but now that it was brought to light, it actually made him a little happy.

“Will this be your first time?” Jaebum asked carefully, his eyes looking Youngjae over and the other had to flush. He wasn’t making fun of him, at least as far as Youngjae could tell. He was just honestly curious and probably for a good reason. Youngjae may be ‘innocent’ or ‘new’ to many things, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t heard stories. Because he had. He heard all the stories associated with sex and that for women it would hurt. He could only assume it would be painful for a man as well. “Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to make it enjoyable for you.”

A promise that Youngjae hoped the other kept. Chewing on his bottom lip, Youngjae scooted back slightly on the bed, legs drawing up as Jaebum sat next to him. He felt shy, inexperienced, and scared. He trusted Jaebum, he did, but that did nothing to help his fear of the unknown. Even though he knew what they were going to do, he didn’t know how it was going to go, or how it would feel. That’s the scary part of the unknown for him.

“Just relax.” Jaebum cooed out as he shifted and leaned over Youngjae. Youngjae swallowed thickly, falling back onto his back as he stared up into Jaebum’s eyes, flushing lightly.

“I’m sorry.” Youngjae whispered and looked away shyly. “It’s kind of hard to relax when...when…” Laughter filled the other and he looked back at Jaebum as the other continued to laugh.

“We don’t have to do anything right now.” Jaebum assured Youngjae. “We can take it as slow as you want. Just trust me.”

“I trust you but I’m just...scared.” Youngjae whined softly.

“Close your eyes Youngjae. Let me show you there is nothing to be scared of.” Reaching up, Jaebum ran his fingers through Youngjae’s hair slowly before moving them down and stroking his cheek and neck. “Close them.” he urged. He watched as Youngjae closed his eyes, his body still stiff under him. Jaebum smiled softly as he leaned down slowly and pressed their lips together slowly. It was a soft and gentle kiss, his first kiss with Youngjae. His lips were so soft and pliant, molding under his. He could feel Youngjae slowly relaxing under him the longer the kiss continued and he smiled. Pulling back, he dragged his lips down, pressing gentle kisses against Youngjae’s neck lightly. Moans fell from parted lips and Jaebum dared to nip at the soft flesh.

Youngjae panted, chest heaving as strange sensations ran through him. He could only assume this is what pleasure felt like. He had never done anything like this with someone and he never dared to touch himself, living in the small home that he had lived in. He had no experience, but this felt amazing and he liked it, a lot. “Jaebum.” he breathed out. He felt hands slip under his shirt, icy cold fingers running over the expanse of his bare sides and chest. A harsh shiver ran through him, making his body tremble under the other’s touch and Jaebum chuckled.

“You’re so sensitive.” he whispered, his fingers running circles over Youngjae’s body, nails racking teasingly against him. Youngjae whined as he felt goosebumps rising on his skin, his nipples hardening unbelievably so from just the touch. Jaebum’s fingers moved up and circled each hard nub, flicking them lightly, a smile spreading over his face as Youngjae’s body arched and he vocalized how much he loved having his nipples teased. “Do you like that Youngjae?” he asked and smirked, watching as Youngjae nodded his head quickly.

“It feels...really good.” Youngjae breathed out in pleasure, whimpers falling from his lips as Jaebum plucked and flicked his nipples a few more times. Jaebum pinched his left nipple, twisting it slightly and Youngjae gasped out loudly back arching. His mouth fell open and a long moan sounded as his hips lifted and fell on the bed, pants rubbing against himself in much-needed relief and friction against his hardened cock.

Jaebum was so pleased with the reaction of the other, a smirk crossing his features as he used his free hand to hold Youngjae’s hips down some, but it seemed regardless Youngjae was going to buck and rock against the air the longer Jaebum pinched and twisted his nipples. Jaebum moved his hand further down and cupped Youngjae, the younger male jerking and bucking up into the hand. The sudden pressure against his erection has Youngjae practically seeing stars. It felt so amazing and he loved it.

“Oh my god.” Youngjae breathed out and arched himself in every touch the other was giving him. God this was something else, an experience that Youngjae never would have imagined would feel so good. It felt so damn amazing. The fingers moved and pinched his other nipple, causing another surge of pleasure to course through him. “J-Jaebum!” Youngjae reached out, gripping at the hand pressed against him, rubbing and squeezing. His body felt weird, so worked up and like something was trying to come out. He was scared of what it meant and he wanted Jaebum to stop. But the other didn’t. He continued to tease him. “St-stop! I’m going to….pee.” he gasped out embarrassingly

“Shh, no you’re not.” Jaebum whispered softly. “Just relax and let it out Youngjae. Trust me.” Jaebum assured, voice deep and husky, laced with lust. He gave Youngjae another squeeze and palmed him harder.

“Oh god.” Youngjae’s voice shook as he pressed himself further into the bed. He was trusting Jaebum and allowed himself to relax once more, focusing on the pleasure, the feelings. “Ah~!” he choked out a moan and trembled body jerking. His cock twitched within the confines of his pants, under the heavy petting and Youngjae tried to stop it, but he couldn’t. Tension suddenly snapped within his abdomen and he came. His body twisted and trembled under Jaebum, mind lost in the feeling of relief and intense pleasure. “Jaebum! Oh god, Jaebum.”

Jaebum leaned over Youngjae, eyes locked on Youngjae’s face as the other rode out his most likely first orgasm. He could feel a sense of pride swell in his chest knowing he gave Youngjae his first orgasm, touched him in ways no one had ever touched him, and pleased him in ways he never thought could happen. Leaning down, he grazed his lips over Youngjae’s pressing soft kisses to them occasionally, his hand still working over Youngjae’s member. His movements slowed as the trembles began to subside and Youngjae’s body started to relax. “That’s it.” he whispered. “Did you like that?” he asked.

Youngjae whimpered softly and nodded his head lightly, eyes moving to stare at the other. A soft, lazy smile crossed his lips for a brief moment before he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “That felt...amazing but...I-I-” He was cut off as Jaebum kissed him once more. A soft moan left Youngjae as their lips moved together slowly. Pulling back, Jaebum stroked Youngjae’s cheek and smiled softly.

“It’s okay. We can talk about it later. Right now I want you to just lay back and relax okay? I’ll take good care of you.” Jaebum said as he pulled back. Shifting on the bed, he moved to sit on the edge, his eyes still on Youngjae.

“Okay.” Youngjae whispered. He looked up at Jaebum and flushed lightly, a small smile spreading over his lips as he reached out and took Jaebum’s hand into his own. He didn’t know why, but he felt the need to hold his hand, to touch him, and just be close. He was almost positive what they did wasn’t sex, but some form of it. It had to be. The other touched him in such intimate areas and made him feel so extremely good. It had to be something like that. And the need to touch the other and just have comfort was so overwhelming to him. His smile was matched and Jaebum laced their fingers together. He brought Youngjae’s hand up and kissed the back of it gently before lowering it gently. He never let it go, but he let it rest on the bed next to Youngjae as the other slowly calmed.

“Next time...we’ll do more?” Youngjae asked curiously. He was curious but also excited. If what little they did felt that good, surely having sex would feel even better. He was kind of eager to try it. Jaebum chuckled and nodded.

“Next time. Don’t think about it now okay? Just relax.” Jaebum said and leaned down and pressed a peck against Youngjae’s head. Once more, Youngjae nodded and closed his eyes. He let out a deep, content sigh as laid there, just reveling in the emotions and sensations still coursing through him. He was pretty sure he made the right decision to finally give in, to stop fighting, and just follow the feelings that had grown over the past few months. He trusted Jaebum and he hoped that in the future they could be more than what they were. Youngjae hoped for a bright and happy future in a place he once thought was a prison, owned by a man he once thought was a beast.

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pay attention | 2jae

a cyj fic fest 2017 entry prompt: video games in which he is too engrossed with his game at the moment, but being the whipped boyfriend he is, jaebum really tries hard to get youngjae’s attention. /really/ hard. genre: fluff, very suggestive hee words: 2201

a late birthday gift for kelly and now an entry for the fest! uhh i went off on this one as i was having real feels for 2jae. i miss them eek. anyway, this is posted on my ao3 account so go ahead at the link below! i hope you enjoy. ^__^

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[gtseven7]

Seven Princes

Summary:

Seven handsome travelling entertainers capture hearts of the crowd by their amazing voices and artisic dancing as they slowly drain their audience's inner soul magic.

A/N:

This chapter focuses on our favorite boys! The scene takes place before chapter 2 events :)

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What happened in Dilfae nine years ago was as vivid in Jaebum's dreams as if it was reality all over again. The heat of fire, screams of people and his father's last breath. It was still fresh in his mind. Waking up from the nightmare that is his past, Jaebum took deep breaths to compose himself. Sweat drying off his skin, his heart still pounding.

"You okay?"

The man in question looked at his side and saw the small boy in his dreams. The shy crying boy now became his rock and confidant. Jinyoung did not even look at him as he puts their clothes in a small travelling bag.

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"Yes. I'm...I'm fine. Just a bad dream."

Both of them have settled into this comfort and closeness that the meaning behind their words could easily be deciphered by each other. Jinyoung knows what that dream was, as it haunts him at night too.

"Well, a hearty breakfast may help. Get your ass up. I'll wake the boys."

Jinyoung left the room after sealing their bag. The older of the two heard the other pick up a pan and laddle from the kitchen. It's not for cooking of course. Then a loud banging from the kitchen can be heard. Repeatedly. "Wake up! Wake up!" singsonged Jinyoung. By now, Jaebum knows that his right hand man had gone inside the other rooms to give his lovely morning call. Their housemates, the group they have gathered along the years, collectively groaned. Their night of drinking took a toll on them apparently.

"Get up! We have to get moving!"

"Ugh, Jinyoung hyung. Why are you so noisy in the morning?" said one of their twins, Yugyeom. Following closely, his brother BamBam wiping the sleep from his eyes. They both sat down on the dining table and saw a feast waiting for them. The twins smiled and happily dug into the food. Jinyoung's homecooking is the best. "Hyung! You are the best!" BamBam exclaimed to their pseudo-chef. Sometimes, the twins think that Jaebum and Jinyoung are their parents. Both had taken care of the twins when they had nothing.

The leader of their group finally went out of bed to join them. Jaebum blearily walked towards the twins who were eating enthusiastically. He sat down and waited for Jinyoung to settle beside him. His right hand man came back to the dining table and set down his wake up call instruments, knowing that he had successfully woken up the remaining three members of their group. Just as Jinyoung sat down beside Jaebum, one of their members cheerfully strutted towards them. "Good morning everyone!" The 'parents' smiled warmly at Youngjae; 'Ah, our sunshine.' Came to both of their minds.

Sensing the shift in mood, Yugyeom pouted. He has been always a little jealous of Youngjae. Everyone favors him and was very fond of the guy. Of course he does understand why. Youngjae is literal sunshine. He brightens everyone's days when they see him. It's just that, he wants an affection like that from his Hyungs too. And he and BamBam are in charge of their group's charms, they should be the irresistable one. But nevertheless, the jealousy is only fleeting. Yugyeom moved past it enjoyed the food. His dynamic with his two Hyungs are different anyway. Thinking on it, the twins have a much more playful relationship with the two. Yugyeom was satisfied with that.

"What's the commotion early this morning?" came the voice of their eldest member Mark. He's a very quiet person but when his peace is disturbed, he can be very scary. "Nothing! Just the usual!" BamBam answered. The eldest nodded and sat between Jinyoung and Yugyeom. He silently ate, his face showing appreciation towards the food. He beamed at his left, towards where the cook sat. While the twins were bantering and Youngjae laughing at them, their leader noticed that one was missing.

"Where's Jackson?" He asked, peering inside the room where the other was supposed to be. "He went for a run early this morning." answered Mark, who's roommates with him. Jackson values his physique that's why he takes his exercise seriously. Coming from a family of well known knights from his homeland, the man had adapted the lifestlye of one.

Jinyoung nodded in agreement. "Ah yes, I think I did see him leave. He better be back soon though. We need to leave immediately after this."

"Yah! Hyung, why do we have to leave so early?"

"Yes, this place is great!"

"There's nothing to harvest here anymore BamBam."

The banter grew louder and louder as the twins and Younjae argue to Jinyoung their feeling about leaving the current town they were in. As usual, the right hand man was calm and collected as he tried to explain (he doesn't even know why he had to, they've been over this so many times already) that leaving this place is best for them.

After their successful shows two nights ago, they have managed to extract whole lot of soul power from the people who came by and watch. Capturing their hearts as they sing, the twins will do their work. They will trap their audience inside their charms, magic laced through their motions as they soften everybody's hearts. Once caught, the real game begins.

Hearts would open as Jinyoung sings his lines. Slowly, the doorway through the soul woud be wide open. His fatal voice will lull the people to contentment and fullness, making their hearts accessible to the boys.

Since they have done their jobs pretty well in this town, the danger of them being found out was more likely. Magicians are abundant in this world and they would be able to sense their work there. Leaving would erase their footprints in that town until the people recovers from their lack of will to live. Being the magic inside their souls is what keeps them alive, though not physically.

The town of happy boisterous people became a sad lonely place because of them.

Just as Jinyoung's patience is almost at the end, Jaebum saves him. Calling the attention of everyone with seriousness that commands to be listened to.

"Stop. Just eat and pack up. We're leaving after thirty minutes."

Everyone murmured their obedience.

The leader of what they call themselves, Seven Princes, is usually lax and forgiving in his natural state. Of course when it comes to it, he has to hold them with an iron fist seeing that his friends sometimes could be a little too much. But because of this morning, like any other mornings that he woke up from a vivid dream of his past, his mood soured a bit. He hates to think of that day but flashbacks were too detailed and too realistic. Like he was still living that day.

Jinyoung shot his long time afriend a grateful smile. He loves their group of friends, but sometimes he wants to kill them too.

Just then, Jackson came back. He happily jogged towards them and dramatically slumped beside BamBam. "Ah! I'm hungry!"

"Eat up." Said Mark as he hands over a plate. Jackson pouted and whined.

"I can't! I have to follow the steps or the exercise I did earlier would be nothing." He looked at the delicious food longingly. Oh how we missed eating Jinyoung's cooking.

"Suit yourself. More for us!"

And as the youngest of the group, the twin's jobs would be to annoy their older brothers. Both grabbed a lean meat and savored its flavor with over enthusiastic moans of appreciation. Youngjae joined the two and ate with so much vigor that Jackson felt his stomach grumble. Damn these kids.

"This is so delicious! Mmm!

"Wow it's so tender and so juicy!"

"Too bad Jackson hyung can't even taste them."

Triple kill.

The three elder boys of the group: Mark, Jaebum and Jinyoung pitied their friend. The raw look of astonishement and disbelief evident on Jackson's face.

"You punks!"

Jaebum is glad to have these people around him. His new family. Even the silliest thing makes him grateful to have the backs of these rowdy boys he had grown to love.

Whatever it takes, the goal that had bonded them together, Jaebum will make sure it happens. He swears deep inside him, at the end of their road, he will make sure his boys would have their happy ending.

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couple a weeks ago I got a defsoul tattoo for our lovely leader jb. I really miss him. In 2 weeks I get another one for Yugyeom. 🐤💚

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Jb: I was meowing at the air thinking that my cat was meowing back but it turns out that it was Youngjae and that we have been meowing at eachother for an hour from opposite sides of the dorm.

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Jaebum to Got7: Alright, listen up you little shits

Jaebum: Not you Youngjae, you’re and angel and we’re thrilled that you’re here

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It is so difficult to choose one hateful text because all of them give me angst feelings, but I will ask for "fuck your apologies, you can keep them". You know what pairing I want, bean.

prompt: “fuck your apologies, you can keep them.”group: got7genre: heavy angstwarning: lots of swearingpairing: choi youngjae & im jaebum ; 2jae // 2young are brothers!words: 3881

note: i agree, kelly - the angsty ones were just so good that’s why I decided to use that list! ;-; anyhow, I hope you enjoy! i said I was hoping to finish before you were off to sleep tonight, but oops ;; 

also, i cross posted this on ao3. here is the link to anyone interested in reading it there instead, maybe! other than that, careful with your heart and enjoy! ;)

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It was the biggest mistake of his life.

“Are you coming or what?”

“He’s there.”

“That’s the point of the party, dumbass. We’re celebrating the release of his song.”

“It’s not his song,” Jaebum sighs as a hand runs down his messy waves of hair. “Hell, he was mostly harmony for the rest of it.”

Jinyoung doesn’t appreciate his best friend’s attitude for a few weeks now. On a different day, he would have been greatly surprised with Jaebum’s reaction towards the man in question’s celebration of being able to collaborate with a few of his favorite artists. They were all part of a tight knit group of friends, so everyone was obviously excited for this opportunity given to Youngjae—Jaebum was not an exception, seeing as he’s the boyfriend.

But Jinyoung had been seeing… differences between his best friend and his own brother’s treatment towards one another. He couldn’t—for the life of him—pin point what it was. All he knows is that it’s not good.

“Let’s not ruin the experience for my brother,” Jinyoung chides instead, tossing Jaebum’s car keys towards him. Landing on his chest, Jaebum grabs it with a reluctant sigh. He feels the tension of meeting Youngjae in a sea of people in his stomach, but the possibility of Jinyoung finding out what he had done to his brother frightened him.

He knew he was an ass for keeping it a secret. But at the same time, confusion strickens his core as to why Youngjae hasn’t revealed his act of betrayal to any of them either.

Maybe he was too focused on the song, too preoccupied with meeting new people, too in love with this new life ahead of him.

Jaebum grits his teeth at his thoughts, but Jinyoung snaps him back to reality.

“The car isn’t going to drive itself, Jaebum-ah,” Jinyoung notes, already making his way out of the bedroom.

Standing up, Jaebum dusts off his jeans and follows suit. He imagines how happy Youngjae is being the center of attention at the party—something he has forgotten to give him the weeks prior to the younger’s work travel to New York, the very reason he got to work on this song in the first place.

They walk to his car, and Jaebum cannot erase the image of Youngjae enjoying the time of his life with Sanjoy, or Elliot what-’s–his–face; he cannot set aside Youngjae’s bright and carefree laughter echoing in the chambers of his mind. Youngjae excited, thrilled, and happy—all the things that made him fall in love with the man, everything given so freely to someone else instead.

He closes the door louder than usual, squirming at his own actions. Jaebum starts up the car as he looks to the passenger seat and wait for Jinyoung to get in. His eyes wander around the area until he finds something pink, lacy, and frilly peeping under the seat.

“Shit,” he mumbles nervously, reaching as fast as he can. Shoving it further down under, Jinyoung finally opens the door as he’s taken aback by the sight of Jaebum’s face dipped under the car seat.

“What are you—”

“Nothing, nothing,” Jaebum pants, retreating to his place before placing both hands on the steering wheel with an iron grip. Jinyoung raises an eyebrow, lowering himself onto the seat as the door closes. Before any of them can comment anything else, Jaebum begins driving.

The dread doesn’t leave his chest, and he uses all the strength in his upper arms and calves to focus on nothing but the road. How dumb can he be to leave that stupid thing lying around his car? For almost three days?

Jinyoung glances at the driver, feelings of suspicion still evident in his eyes. He’d casually chuck his feet under the seat and feel the object having been shoved down there by Jaebum, but he didn’t want to anger him while driving. Jinyoung will have to wait.

He wishes he can turn back time.

Arriving at the venue Youngjae had rented for the party, Jaebum parks at a close enough area and promptly turns the engine off. He releases his seatbelt, yanks the keys out of the ignition and clicks open the car door.

“I have a question,” Jinyoung says out loud—enough for Jaebum to stop midway. The older nods once, signaling for Jinyoung to continue.

The younger hesitates, setting aside the real question in his head and asks something else: “Are you sure the two of you are okay?”

The immense dread only crushes his organs even deeper, and Jaebum physically winces at the pain. He could confess right now, show his remorse and beg for Jinyoung to help him reconcile with Youngjae—but he couldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t ruin this very moment his boyfriend had been dreaming all these months.

“It’s just a little misunderstanding,” Jaebum tastes the venom of his lies.  “I’m sure he’s forgotten about it now,” he adds, mentally punching himself in the gut for assuming such a selfish thing about his boyfriend to his brother.

While Jinyoung wanted to pry even more, he shared the same sentiments of not wanting this night to be stolen away from Youngjae’s spotlight. He accepts the vague answer for now, and decides to just mention it in passing to his own brother at the party. He might tell him the truth this time.

The party is not very extravagant, just the way Youngjae likes it—a few people from the recording company he is in, some friends from others, and of course the other four people in their group are already mingling about the cozy yet spacious room. Strobe lights dance around the walls and the speakers surrounding the venue blast the very song being celebrated as well.

“Damn, my brother has taste,” Jinyoung ponders to himself, chuckling as he takes in the vibe of the party. Jaebum’s head drops low, already regretting the invitation to come with. Hell, Youngjae didn’t even give him one at all.

“I actually helped him set up the place,” Bambam corrects the older as he approaches, Yugyeom and Jackson towing alongside him. They all hug, with Jaebum the most antsy of them all. He hopes they didn’t notice, as the bass of the music thumps hard beneath their feet.

They all chat mindless topics—but frankly, Jaebum wasn’t as interested. He knew they all saw each other just a few days ago at the usual; he was invited there but he politely declined because he had better—or should he say regretful —things to do that day.

Clenching a fist, he asks to be excused. They all didn’t seem to mind, except for Jinyoung.

“Can I come with? Are you looking for Youngjae?” Jinyoung says.

“No,” the nth lie that has ever came out of his mouth. “Mark—where’s Mark hyung?”

“By the concessions table, I think,” Jackson chimes in, pointing to the direction of a long table covered with different delicacies. Jaebum mutters a thanks, gives Jinyoung a look for approval to leave. Once the younger gives in with a sigh, Jaebum escapes the perimeter of his friends.

He sees a lot of familiar faces, some even greet him passing by. Jaebum has never been a social butterfly, but working in the same field as his boyfriend gave him a lot of connections to the same people—all the more reason to hate himself for what he did, Jaebum thinks as he grimaces.

Their circles are just too connected with one another, one slip up and that whole bond would just crumble to dust.

Jaebum finds Mark, back facing him as the older seems to be enjoying whatever dessert he found on that particular section of the table. Mark turns around, eyes widening at the sight of Jaebum before returning to his usual calm expression.

“Funny seeing you here,” Mark starts, popping the whole cake pop inside his mouth. Jaebum tilts his head slightly, eyes peering over his friend as he treads lightly into the conversation, “What do you mean? If anything, I should be on the VIP list of this party.”

Okay, so much for keeping it casual.

Mark smirks, and it makes Jaebum even more wary of what he actually knows. He offers Jaebum a cake pop but as he refuses, Mark puts another one in.

“Let’s pretend I didn’t hear your arrogance,” he reprimands with a playful tone, “But I’m serious. Youngjae doesn’t want you here, Jaebum-ah.”

“What do you know?” Jaebum asks, straightforward.

“Enough to know how risky it is for you to be here,” Mark answers with a shrug. “He didn’t say anything specific, but he was pretty fucking devastated when he crashed at my place the other day, Jaebum. I don’t know what you two fought over since he literally just got back from New York not even for a week yet, but I haven’t seen Youngjae that wasted off his ass since he couldn’t find the courage to ask you out three years ago.”

The information rendered Jaebum speechless, his voice scratching away at his throat. As much as he wanted to deny any and all assumptions from Mark, he couldn’t—he just couldn’t lie anymore. The more he covers this up, the more his chest is going to explode from the guilt gnawing away at his heavy heart.

“J-Jinyoung forced me to go,” says Jaebum, knowing of nothing else to respond.

“Because Jinyoung doesn’t know what shitty thing it is you did to his precious little brother,” Mark counters, the friendly tone in his voice officially replaced with a cold, harsh one. “We’re all friends, so it’s really hard to be mad at you—I shouldn’t even be meddling in your relationship, but—” Mark stops himself as he crosses his arms and stares at the younger with pointed eyes.

“I’m telling you, and it’s for both of your own good—even all of us. As much as you are Youngjae’s boyfriend, what you did to him negates every right you have to be here right now. So you can either wait outside until the party is over and then talk to him or go home and find the time to confront him.”

Mark’s eyes shift to the left as panic fills them in as well. “Y-Youngjae-yah—”

“It’s okay, Mark hyung,” Youngjae says dismissively. Stiffening in his place, Jaebum hitches a breath as he hears that soft and familiar music to his ears. He decides against turning to see him face to face, but he didn’t need to as Youngjae steps right beside him, with his arm excruciatingly close to his.

“He can be here uninvited if he wants to,” Youngjae continues, and Jaebum feels his glare scorching his face. “It seems to be something he is okay with himself, anyway.”

His eye twitches, feeling the burn of that statement. Jaebum closes his eyes, afraid of what he might say or do in front of the two of them. Remembering Mark’s words, he backs away, choosing to ignore the encounter entirely.

“Yeah, go and walk away, hyung. Walk away and pretend we ever meant something,” he hears Youngjae’s striking words reap his back, ripping into his spine and poisoning his veins. Jaebum’s face grows hotter, as he whips around with hands balled into fists and nose steaming with frustration.

“The fuck you on about, Youngjae? Who’s the person stubborn enough not to talk about it  and refuse to even understand the other side of the story? You’re the one who’s walking away,” Jaebum seethes, the scratchiness of his voice laced through angry words. Fortunately so, the music blared louder than his anger as Mark and the others were quick to hold him off.

“What’s going on?” Jinyoung demands, coming in between the two lovers. Mark has Jaebum’s arms trapped in his, but the latter swats him away convincing him he wasn’t a hazard to any of them right now.

“Nothing, hyung. Jaebum hyung was just about to leave,” Youngjae announces, eyes blurry with hot tears threatening to spill. Mark shoots Jaebum an expectant look, almost forcing him out the door already. The other three stand still, unaware of the tension brewing between their friends.

“What? Why are you kicking him out? Youngjae-yah, what the hell is happening?” Jinyoung continues, brows scrunched up in worry for his brother. Shaking his head vigorously, Youngjae zips his lips as he grabs Jinyoung by the arm and signals for everyone to follow him somewhere else. Other guests have noticed the encounter, most of them leaning towards Youngjae asking him if he’s alright.

Jaebum is left with Mark, but before Mark can tell him off, the younger has already stormed off without another glance.

Jaebum stays inside his car, punching the curve of his steering wheel repeatedly—careful not to target the center as the horn would probably irritate him even more. He didn’t know what else he could do; he couldn’t just leave right now, that’d be giving into what Youngjae accused him of. At the same time, his shame and guilt are on its way to devouring his sanity, and all he could think of to repair himself is to call Youngjae and ask to talk with him.

The party had been going on for a few hours at most, and Jaebum sees people coming out of the door already. He fell asleep for a while, but the moment his consciousness awakens he immediately grabs for his phone. Jinyoung had left him a few missed calls, but that wasn’t his main concern.

He knows how selfish he is becoming yet again , but if he didn’t plead for Youngjae’s time now, who knows when they can ever return to normal anymore.

Jaebum sends a message first, a simple hey, can we talk when you’re done? as he waits for a reply. Knowing he’s still probably talking to a few people, Jaebum shoots Yugyeom a text asking for help. The younger replies with a i’ll see what i can do and minutes after he concludes sorry, hyung. he really doesn’t want to talk to you right now .

Grunting, Jaebum hits the middle of the wheel as the startling noise rings in his ears. It is enough for him to get out the car, enough for him to take a deep breath from the cramped space he has been in for hours , and it is enough for him to go right back in the place and confront Youngjae without hiding in ignored texts and denied phone calls.

Just as he is near the front door, Jinyoung exits out and sees him. His eyes form into slits as his figure walks straight into Jaebum’s path, arms grabbing hold of his shoulders just to push him with much force to send him stumbling away.

“You fucking bastard,” Jinyoung shouts, not letting Jaebum go out of his sight. The older keeps his hand guarding his chest, careful not to make Jinyoung any madder than he already appears to be.

“Jinyoung, please—I know, I’m sorry—let me talk to him, please I’m—” Jaebum swerves just before Jinyoung lands a punch to his chest, and Jaebum sees Youngjae rushing out of the door, calling out to his brother.

“You don’t get to talk to him, you fucking asshole. You don’t even get to see him,” says Jinyoung, tone flaming in rage. Youngjae runs to his side, hugging his brother’s chest as he pleads him to stop. Jinyoung’s eyes soften to Youngjae’s whimpers, but he shakes his head as he tries to squeeze out of his grasp.

“He doesn’t deserve you, Youngjae. I can’t believe how much I trusted him to take care of you,” Jinyoung spats, looking Jaebum directly in the eyes.

“Jinyoung, I didn’t—please just fucking listen to me, I swear I’m sorry,” Jaebum chokes out, his tone wavering and his body wanting to disintegrate every second he sees Youngjae’s tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m sorry, Youngjae. I was an asshole, I was weak, I was devastated you were gone, I was—”

“For two damn weeks, hyung! I was only gone for fourteen days and you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself!” Youngjae snaps, dragging Jinyoung away with him. “I wouldn’t have known if Mark didn’t message me saying there’s an unfamiliar car parked at your place one night. I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t call your phone early in the morning, hoping to hear just your voice but ended up talking to a girl.”

Jaebum takes a step forward, eager to explain his weakness to Youngjae—to do anything anything to turn it all around.

“Don’t even try, hyung,” Youngjae insists harshly, red brimmed eyes constantly wetting his cheeks.

Jaebum feels a shot to his chest as he breaks down with his own salty tears and moves faster to catch up to the love of his life. Jinyoung notices him advancing, so he quickly helps Youngjae get farther away and into another car.

Mark suddenly comes into the scene as he opens up his car and lets the two of them in. Jaebum is forced to stop, and watch the wheels scrape against the pavement as it takes Youngjae away from him.

He blames himself for the mess he made.

The night progresses, and so does Jaebum’s desperation. All of his clothes messily scattered on his bedroom floor, pillows and sheets buried underneath them. He didn’t want to drink nor result to any violence, so all he could do once he got home was take control of the things Youngjae’s presence heavily lingered on: his clothes.

Some of his sweaters were missing, and Jaebum vaguely remembers Youngjae borrowing them to bring with him on his trip to New York—one of which the younger already harbored months before even buying the ticket. Jaebum sits on the edge of his bed, fingers raking down hard across his scalp as his nails dig deep. He remembers Youngjae overly complimenting that black oversized sweater, and one day he just didn’t find it in his closet anymore. When Jaebum had picked Youngjae up from his apartment thirty minutes too early, he catches the younger red handed with his sweater dressing his boyfriend’s body.

Jaebum doesn’t notice the piece of fabric he is holding onto, and as his eyes scan the material, memories of Youngjae flash through his head once again. He holds it onto his lap, the vibrant red color straining his eyes but regardless, he reminisces the time Youngjae video called him at work. Jaebum was on his lunch break, and Youngjae had time to go shopping. The younger showed him a piece of track suit in blue, and Jaebum immediately blushed at the matching aesthetic Youngjae was hinting at. His boyfriend only grinned adorably—the way he always did whenever Jaebum strips himself vulnerable towards him.

He finally sets aside the article of clothing, wipes away the sweat on his forehead and exits out his room. He brings a lighter with him as he goes outside, the freezing air hitting his face with a blast. Jaebum continues to his car, opening the passenger door and grabs something he now finds indespicable underneath.

Taking one last look at the unwanted lingerie tainting his car, his reputation, his relationship , Jaebum spits out the flashbacks from the week before: starting from arguing with Youngjae about one misunderstood flight time which led to them not talking during the whole two-week he was gone which resulted to Jaebum getting himself drunk in a bar he’s never been to, meeting a girl he didn’t even get the name of—and everything became hazy after that.

The bits and pieces that came back to him when he found himself driving back to his apartment with a raging headache were incomprehensible, but as soon as he saw the pink bra left by this unknown girl, things started to make sense—Jaebum wish it didn’t; he begged for his mind to stop piecing things together and making him realize he fell to his weakness, to his loneliness, to his anger.

He lights it on fire as he stands next to the garbage bin. Watching it shrivel up to burnt fabric and yet knowing the consequences it held would stay with him for the long run, Jaebum cries out loud.

He dumps whatever was left, and starts making his way back to his apartment: numb and hollow. He sees a figure walking towards him, and Jaebum had to blink twice to confirm who he was seeing.

“Y-Youngjae,” he breathes out. A box in his hand, and a grimace on his face—Jaebum didn’t want to know what the box contained.

“You don’t have to do this,” Jaebum suggests desperately, holding onto the other end of the box as Youngjae tugs on it tighter. The younger places it just a few inches away from the door, and Jaebum can clearly see his beloved black sweater sitting on top of other things he knows hold memories of them together—memories Youngjae wants to give back.

“It didn’t have to end this way either, hyung,” Youngjae simply states, eyes hooded and avoidant. With shaky, cold hands, Jaebum clings onto his boyfriend’s arm. He whimpers softly, right into Youngjae’s back and the younger attempts prying him off.

“Youngjae, p-please. I’m sorry, please fo-forgive me. I can’t—I can’t do this without you, please—I’ll do anything, I’m sorry please—”

“Hyung, stop embarrassing yourself.”

“I don’t fucking care, Youngjae, please —I’ll do anything for you to forgive me. I was an ass, I didn’t know what I was doing—I was drunk but I caved, I’m sorry—”

“Hyung,” Youngjae deadpans, using everything in his might to push Jaebum off of him. He sees the older’s tired eyes, dry lips, and weakened stance. Jaebum never wanted Youngjae to see him like this , but the chance of the younger leaving him for good made Jaebum lose all sense of individuality.

“Youngjae, I swear to god I’ll do anything, let me—let me prove myself just please,” Jaebum whimpers, hands searching to intertwine with Youngjae’s, just like before. His fingers move around the air, and never find their place of warmth.

“I’m sorry,” he keeps repeating as Youngjae keeps backing away. “Youngjae, I’m sorry, fuck, I’m fucking sorry, please— ”

“Hyung, just go to sleep,” it didn’t sound like Youngjae anymore, but maybe because Jaebum tried blocking out all the noises telling him it’s over, and all he wanted to hear was the opportunity to prove himself worthy to Youngjae again.

“I’m—Youngjae, I’m sorry,” Jaebum croaks out once again, but it takes him a few seconds to realize Youngjae has left him. Out in the cold, with their relationship shoved into a box.

Jaebum kicks it hard, sending its contents scattered around his doorstep—much like the scenery in his room.

He didn’t want to believe he has lost Youngjae; he didn’t want to accept the fact that his ultimate stupidity is the cause of the most important person of his life to disappear.

A buzz interrupts his train of thought, and he chucks his phone out of his pocket and sees the sender, only to grow miserable once more from its message.

YoungjaeFuck your apologies, Jaebum. You can keep them.

[monthlymidlifecrisis]

GOT7 as john mulaney

Jaebum

( a tired leader )

Mark

Jackson

Jinyoung

Youngjae

Bambam

Yugyeom

[minty-yoongz]

GOT7 in 7 Words

Jaebum: Being a father of 6 is exhausting

Mark: Leave me alone I’m quiet on purpose

Jackson: Honestly I don’t have an off-switch sorry

Jinyoung: ‘Exude a superior aura’ is my motto

Youngjae: My laughter is heard before I’m seen

Bambam: Your boyfriend is in love with me

Yugyeom: 5sec away from getting my ass whooped

[jaebumsunshine]

honeeeey

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[jejuboy-hak]

Wow don’t you just love boyfriends?

[got7-texts]

Pls can I request 2jae where jaebum who looks so though is a clumsy librarian who falls for A soft looking tsundere Youngjae.

Didn’t know if this was for bulletpoints or a scenario, but I thought it would be cute written out~

Youngjae entered the library and sighed, walking to thefront desk and making eye contact with the attractive raven haired man behindthe counter. He was sporting a leather jacket and had black jeans, giving offthe impression of a security guard rather than a librarian.

“Hi, I’d like to check out ‘Biochemistry, Volume Two’ please,”Youngjae said, pulling out his ID and handing it to the man. Peeking at hisnametag, he saw the name ‘Jaebum’ and mentally took a note, promising that hewould come to the library more often.

“Sure, just hang on,” Jaebum replied, his voice lighter thanYoungjae had expected as he stood up and went to the back room where thetextbooks were on rental. Youngjae watched his hands flicker across the shelfuntil he landed on a thick book and pulled it out, walking back over.

“Okay, so you can rent this for two hours but then you haveto come back here and re-rent it,” he explained, handing the book to Youngjae. Thelatter sighed and nodded, heading towards the back of the library to find aquiet place to study

Youngjae bit his pencil as his eyes wandered back to the clockthat was hanging over him, silently reminding him that it was too late to beout and that he should be sleeping in his warm, comfortable bed back home.

But no. Unfortunately, Youngjae had a research project duethat next morning at 8:00am sharp, and he couldn’t afford to miss anotherassignment. And so, reverting his eyes back to the textbook in front of him, hetapped his fingers on the desk, trying to concentrate.

He glanced at the clock once more before standing up tostretch and glancing back over to the counter where Jaebum was standing on asmall stool stacking books. He took a moment to study the librarian’s slimfigure and felt his heart skip a beat as he shook his head and made his wayover to the counter.

“Excuse me,” Youngjae said, leaning against the desk. Jaebumjumped slightly, dropping the book that was in his hand as he shot a glanceover at the student below him. His look of surprise softened a little as hewalked over.

“You wanna rent it again?” Jaebum asked, a small smileplaying at the librarian’s lips. Youngjae pouted and looked away for a moment.

“Yea, why else would I come over here,” Youngjae grumbled.Jaebum took the book from the desk and scanned it over, typing into thecomputer.

“This is your third time renewing it. You know that, right?”Jaebum stated, handing the book over to Youngjae.

“Yea, so?” Youngjae asked, sighing again.

“You’ve been here for 4 hours straight, you should take abreak,” Jaebum remarked, holding out the textbook.

Youngjae reached for it and was about to pull it away when hiseyes met Jaebum’s. There was a brief pause and Youngjae was glad that therewere only a few students left in the library so that he could have that moment.Not that he would ever admit that he cared.

“I-I’ll be fine,” Youngjae snapped, his face turning theslightest shade of pink as he snatched the book and turned away. He heardJaebum chuckle and call out to him as he hurriedly brought the book over to hisseat.

“Well, make sure you get some rest, okay?”