#CHoi Youngjae fanfic

[xmhaoluvr]

INVALIDATED; TWS YOUNGJAE x READER

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Sobbing was all YOUNGJAE could hear upon entering his shared apartment with his girlfriend. With how loud the sobs were, he knew that she didn’t hear him come home

Changing from shoes to a pair of home slippers, he went to set down his things on the couch before going to their shared room. Once he opened the door, the sobbing immediately stopped and he saw the blankets moving subtly; tried to be subtle at least

He changed into his pajamas before tucking himself next to her and immediately spooning her

“I’m home,” he said, kissing her cheeks ever so lightly a few times before hugging her tightly and then letting loose “Have you eaten?” he nodded upon her question “How about you?” “I did, too”

“…”

“…”

“Are you alright?” he asked, voice soft and in a whisper, trying to not hit a button yet it did. Her tears suddenly started coming out without a warning, her sobs earlier turned into bawling as she turned around to bury her face into his chest

Oh how he hates hearing her cry, especially like this. It’s like he can’t do anything to make her feel better

He caressed her back and head, kissing it from time to time while her clutch on Youngjae never loosened

Once her cries calmed down, he asked her, “Are you willing to tell me?” she nodded and told Youngjae about everything

If Youngjae liked your friends before, he surely didn’t now. The way they made you feel so invalidated was so wrong. And they’ve always done this? Oh he was so ready to confront them for you

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he planted a kiss on the top of her head “If only I knew how you felt, I would’ve tried to do something so that your friends will stop doing that. You deserve to feel and know that your feelings are valid and never a kill-joy. How you feel is important. What they did to you should never be excused, it doesn’t matter if they’re a friend or not, the fact that they kept invalidating your feelings should be an enough sign to cut them off,”

He wiped her teary eyes that listened to every words he said

“But they’re the friends I have…” you said sadly and Youngjae shook his head. He held your face with both of his hands, rubbing his thumb on your cheeks ever so lightly

“You have me, and I can introduce you to my friends! They’re the kindest people I’ve ever known– and! Will never make you feel invalidated”

He placed a light kiss on her forehead, it felt like a feather just dropped by

“I love you so much, love”

end! sorry if this is bad lol. i wrote this feeling down bc i felt invalidated so this is vv self indulgent 😅 i might make another youngjae one that is better than this and *venting starts here* i just felt so invalidated earlier that i left the group chat :( i wanted comfort and a shoulder to cry on because it wasn’t the first time it happened and i just didn’t know how to confront them *venting ends* i wanted comfort and a shoulder to cry on and youngjae was the first one who came to mind; very chronically online i know lol but he just looks like the type of person to give the best comfort and hug, i love him so much no one will understand ☹️

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[slytherinshua]

EROS & PSYCHE

genre. fluff. greek god au. warnings. although it is an eros and psyche au i don't follow the actual story of psyche and eros. kissing. not proofread. pairing. eros!youngjae x psyche!fem!reader. wc. 593. request. requested by anon for #32: "one more kiss". a/n. idk why i made this a greek mythology au i just like aus okay SO I HOPE IT SLAYS. also for those of you who don't know, eros is the greek equivalent of cupid and psyche has butterfly wings sdjksd anyway.

When you heard the snap of a twig beneath your feet, you knew you were screwed. You silently cursed in your head, whipping your head up to see if he had heard the noise. Of course, he had.

He had his bow drawn straight at you, the gleaming golden arrow that he regularly drew replaced with a blunt lead one, serving the opposite purpose. Instead of making people fall in love, it would erase any desire for love and instil fear instead. The boy used it mostly to keep people from pestering him.

When he saw that it was you, though, his face brightened and he loosened his grip on the bow. Jumping down from the hill he had climbed, he jogged over to you, a boyish smile on his face.

“You need to stop sneaking away from home, Eros. Your mother keeps sending me to find you.” You hit him lightly on the shoulder, teasing him by calling him by his god name.

“Everyone tries to bribe me to make their love come true at home. I feel like I’m being used.” Youngjae shuddered, securing his bow on his hip and freeing his hands of all sharp objects. He practically bounded into your arms once he was free to do so, nearly knocking you off balance.

“I missed you, Psyche.” His words were earnest. A few days of not seeing you felt far too long for the boy more in love than even his arrows could replicate. He grinned as he pulled back, his nose scrunching slightly. His eyes wandered over your face, admiring your unmatched beauty. Your hair blew slightly in the breeze, and your butterfly wings swayed gently.

“I saved 4 marriages and got 15 new couples together in 3 days. Pretty impressive, right?” He fished for compliments, his eyes searching your face eagerly. 

“Your aim has definitely gotten better.” You smiled.

The boy scoffed, “My aim was always good. What do you mean?” You laughed, a sound that Youngjae would probably never get tired of.

“Weren’t you the same one who missed me by half a mile with an arrow?” You teased, leaning a little closer to him, eyelashes fluttering. His cheeks blossomed with pink tones from the close contact, but he was still able to think of a suitable response even in his nervous state.

“You’re in love with me now regardless. I don’t think my arrows would’ve done much when you’re already obsessed.” His words wrung true, as even in the moment you couldn’t take your eyes off his face. He was the most stunning boy you had ever seen, face suitable for that of the son of the Aphrodite. Your gaze faltered to his lips, your stare too obvious for him to miss. He smirked slightly, the satisfaction of knowing you were entirely charmed by him greater than any remarkable feat he pulled off with his arrows.

He pulled you into an ardent kiss, holding you with a gentle but firm hand on your waist. There was something more natural about his kisses than anything else. His entire purpose was to love— it was intuitive to his nature. Each kiss, each glance, each smile, had you falling ever deeper into the drunken feeling of adoration for him. And the kiss had the same effect. 

He pulled apart only to hold you comfortably in his arms again, hearts racing in sync. You caught your breath, hands finding his, lacing together with his warm fingers. 

He lifted your chin up with his other hand, “One more kiss, hm?” 

↳ tws taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @seunghancore,, @sobun1est,, @talkingsaxy,, @talking-saxy,,

@50-husbands,, @hursheys,, @imyuna-06,, @kristianities,, @stannwjnss

[hoodiejaebum]

where do y'all read your fics these days?

is it ao3 or like. bc I literally only see people with 25 notes and their fics are decent in the got7 tag so yall have to be going somewhere else or there's rly only this many ahgase here

[cheolsfae]

Hiii,Good morning 🫶🏼Could i ask for a tbz sunwoo current love life reading?

Good afternoon! Sure thing!

August 6, 2024

*for laughs!*

Past: 5 of swords, 2 of pentacles

He could have had a fight with someone he was seeing recently. He kind of resents them in someway. He might not be seeing their side of things. He's just too focused on how they made him feel rather than look at what their true intention was. I don't think this person meant anything harmful to him he took it and may have twisted it around until it fit the narrative he wanted. He wasn't looking at the big picture of everything as a whole.

Present: queen of pentacles, strength

Currently, he could be seeing someone knew. It's fresh start with this person. From the very beginning. This person feels more nurturing than the previous partner, at least to him. It's the same type of person, it's just someone knew that he doesn't really know yet and it feels nice. That's all. Same type of person just new look. Does that make sense? He feels like they are better in every way though, which is funny.

Future: 9 of cups, ace of wands

Anyway, he sees this person as a wish come true. Like holy hell, they are mine. This person is my person. He might be a little possessive but that's going to change because this person will not stand for it like the last one. It's refreshing for him. This person might be a challenge for him and he loves that about them.

[woojiniepk]

Flower [31/08]

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[shykpop]

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Like or reblog,If you save/use

Credits always welcome

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[thurst-day]

Hello all! How've you been?

I'm just here to drop a short fic that I wrote in 2020? And when I read it again I felt so overwhelmed because I miss GOT7 so so muchhh it hurts.

It was written from Jinyoung's POV and feelings and his struggle I guess.

I hope this fic could help a little to ease the pain of missing our boys.

The Day // from Jinyoung's POV ♡

[sinnobuns]

Okay so I have a shitload of requests for Day6 and Guki was the Day6 admin so those requests are gonna be deleted due to me not having even the slightest feeling for who they are as people. If it were under any other circumstance I would be happy to recruit a Day6 admin but this is ultimately my decision and my blog so we are gonna start over with that specific area. As of right now, requests are closed but I'm gonna look over what we had in the drafts and see what I can get back into and push out for you guys in order to stay relevant.

I am partial to got7 as they are my BG but I would be willing to try my hand at say, Monsta X or EXO. BTS is not totally out of the question but I AM super rusty at solo writing. I am a thousand percent sure it's gotten a lot better over the years but I think it's gonna be a process getting back into it for sure. I would also be willing to explore SVT in the future but as of now, as mentioned above, I am keeping requests closed for the time being. I would imagine I could get a few things done before the new year and start to open reqs again.

In the meantime, I want y'all to know how grateful I am to be able to come back to this blog and do what I can to make up for that massive absence I had, and if anyone wants to request got7 stuff on my main blog you can do so here.

All my love,

-- Admin Def

[thecoreseven]

७ choi youngjae . . . 120x120

curtida ou reblog são bem-vindos/like or reblog are welcome ♡ icons por @woojiniepk

[fandomnovella-blog]

The Teacher's Pet: Kim Yugyeom

You were so stressed out this week you didn't know which way was left and which way was right. You were exhausted and your appearance was starting to mirror how you felt. You had gotten pale, and your hair was starting to get a little crazy. Your assignments were keeping you so busy you fell asleep on your math textbook and woke up with the page stuck to your face! But finally, you felt like you were on top of everything. Every assignment had been handed in and every piece of scrap paper put in its proper place so with puffy eyes and your clothes hanging off you, you entered your History class. By the looks of the other students, they seemed to be just as tired dishevelled and sleep deprived as you. It made you feel less alone. You were just nodding off when the door opened and in walked Kim Yugyeom.

A hush fell over the class. He stuck out like a sore thumb! The whole class looked a mess! Exam stress had ravaged you guys to next to nothing and here Yugyeom was, not a hair out of place! His clothes neatly fit his body and with a face that almost glowed with energy and brightness! It was like Exam week had taken all your energy and zapped him with it!

He was carrying what you supposed was Mr P's laptop and mug which was full of steaming hot cofee and he neatly placed it on the desk waiting for it's owner to arrive. The smell wafted to your nostrils and gave you a little more life. You then watched groggily as Yugyeom placed a card and box of chocolates on the desk and sat down waiting for Mr P to arrive!

Sure enough the formidable teacher strode into the classroom, greeted Yugyeom cordially and sat down at his desk, "Thank you Yugyeom for helping me bring my supplies to class! Oh, and what's this?” He gestured towards the Chocolates and card! “You're spoiling me!"

You saw from the corner of your eye that Yugyeom beamed, blushed a little and sat up a little straighter. Mr P then scanned the class "you all look a wreck! How are you supposed to learn anything! Prepare to hand in your reports today. I'm not extending the deadline so do not bother asking!"

You groaned internally. Typical Yugyeom behaviour! Always giving gifts to teachers to say "thank you for being awesome and helping us to grow into the amazing people we'll become" you snorted.

The only thing Mr P gave you was stress, a headache and more homework than you could handle! At least the report he had asked you to do had been finished. You looked in your bag for the folder containing your essay and your heart dropped. You didn't have it with you! It must have gotten mixed up while you were at home! Today was the last deadline and if you failed to hand it in you'd lose a whole semester grade!

You felt like you were in a living nightmare!

Maybe if you pinched yourself then you would wake up with your math textbook stuck to your face again! But no. This was reality. This was happening right now and your whole life flashed past you eyes! You moved your hand more frantically in your bag uselessly praying  that your assignment would be there. But you were met with air passing through your fingertips whenever you swiped through your bag! You couldn't lie, and Mr P would NEVER accept an excuse. There was nothing else to do but bite the bullet. Slowly you raised a trembling hand. Mr P's head looked up from his laptop.

"Yes Yugyeom what's the matter" he said beaming. Your heart was beating fast...did he say Yugyeom? Did he just confuse you with his favourite student?

"Sir I think you have us confused with the other class. Our assignments aren't due in until next week."

Mr P looked at Yugyeom "Are you sure? I have it clearly marked here" he said looking at his diary.

"Sir, I wouldn't lie, I specifically remember you saying that it would be due in next week."

You looked at him eyes wide with disbelief.

Kim Yugyeom THE KIM YUGYEOM lying?! To the teacher?! Now you definitely were dreaming! For a minute Mr P looked down again at his diary. You felt sure he wasn't going to believe it.

But then he lifted his head and said "Very well. I'lI make the deadline next week. It could be that with all the essays due in I've written the wrong date down. It doesn't take much! Exam season doesn’t just affect the students you know!" He chuckled. You let out a breath you didn't know you'd been holding. And you weren't alone. It seemed whole class sighed with relief with you. When the bell rang for break you walked quickly out of the classroom.

You couldn't believe you’d escaped detention and an F-grade in history!

"You're welcome!” someone said as they passed you “Next time if you need me to cover you just ask." You looked up and saw Yugyeom's shiny backpack.

"Huh," you said to yourself. Yugyeom clearly wasn’t as squeaky clean and pure as the teachers thought!

[veevrsee]

SHIN ── JUNGHWAN

╰ there's nothing here yet

KIM ── DOHOON

╰ there's nothing here yet

CHOI ── YOUNGJAE

╰ there's nothing here yet

HAN ── ZHEN

╰ there's nothing here yet

HAN ── JIHOON

╰ there's nothing here yet

LEE ── KYUNGMIN

╰ there's nothing here yet

HYUNG⠀⠀── ⠀⠀LINE

╰ there's nothing here yet

MAKNAE⠀⠀── ⠀⠀LINE

╰ there's nothing here yet

[blossominghunnie]

The Boyz

☀️ Imagine 🌙 Fanfic

🌼 Fluff 🥀 Angst 🌷 Comedy 🍄 Suggestive ☠️ Horror/Suspense 🧚🏼‍♀️ Popular

Lee Sangyeon

Coming soon

Jacob Bae

Coming soon

Kim Younghoon

Coming soon

Lee Hyunjae/Jaehyun

Coming soon

Lee Juyeon

Long way home ☀️🌼 (soon)

Kevin/Moon Hyungseo

Coming soon

New/Choi Chanhee

Coming soon

Q/Ji Changmin

Coming soon

Ju Haknyeon

Coming soon

Kim Sunwoo

Haunted house ☀️🥀☠️

Eric/Sohn Youngjae

Voices 🌙🌷☠️

Study date ☀️🌼🧚🏼‍♀️

Taglist:

[slytherinshua]

　　　tws masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　shinyu

just us two (req)

genre: academic rivals to lovers. mutual pining. fluff. lil angst. | wc: 2.4k.

misunderstood kiss (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 1k.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　dohoon

your racing thoughts

genre: hurt/comfort. | wc: 556.

handle with care (req)

genre: fluff. | wc: 603.

　　　　youngjae

eros & psyche (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. greek mythology au. | wc: 593.

　　　　hanjin

nothing yet . . .

　　　　jihoon

hit reset (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. comfort. | wc: 896.

　　　　kyungmin

nothing yet . . .

　　　　other

beach dates with tws ! (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 614.

pet names/nicknames they call you (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 548.

it's a prank ! (req)

↳ how tws react to you pranking them. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 640.

tws as boyfriends (req) ⋆˙⟡

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 2.2k.

can't shake this jealousy (req) ⋆˙⟡

↳ how your boyfriend reacts when another guy flirts with you. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 1k.

tws as love tropes (req)

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 2k.

sweet night (req) ⋆˙⟡

↳ how your boyfriend reacts when you can't sleep. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 612.

how tws hug (req)

starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 234.

you, clouds, rain (req) ⋆˙⟡

↳ tws coming home after a tiring day. starring: ot6 tws. | genre: fluff. comfort. headcanons. | wc: 714.

[cheolsfae]

Can you do haknyeon's love life tarot reading? Thank you sm!

Sure, sorry it's taken me a while to come back! I think I'm going to do two readings a day just to catch up.

*for the laughs*

September 10, 2024

Past: justice, 6 of wands

It seems like he recently ended something with someone and it was settled in a fair way. Each party got what they wanted. There wasn't any bad blood between the two people. He's being told to watch out for this person later down the line though. Not really sure why, they could end up screwing him over. He just needs to keep on guard for a little while until the dust fully settles with this person.

Present: 7 of pentacles, the world

Right now, I do not believe he is invested into anyone or anything that doesn't have to do with work. He could be a little bit of a workaholic. This might have caused some issues in his previous relationships. It might have felt like a bigger issue to the other person than it was to him.

Future: the moon, 5 of swords

So, he might be feeling a little alone later down the line. Just in this sulky mood. He could be internally fighting with himself about the possibility of something serious with someone but he wants to just focus on his work. He needs to remain grounded and weigh his options before pursuing something that could blow up in his face.

[prettywordsyouleft]

The Monsters Witch

Pairing: female reader x Sheol monsters x Choi Youngjae (ft. some of Got7)

World: King of Demons

Genre: demon au / witch au / fluff mostly

Warnings: set in hell, dark entities, death

A/N: Happy birthday to @smooshdelia​ ! I am so grateful that you and I became friends over King of Demons, and that you wrote the original Youngjae story in this world. However, I know how much you adore Smoosh and came up with this idea for you. I hope you enjoy it.

Word count: 4138

King of Demons series: Havoc // King of Demons // Unfathomable // Sacrifice // King of Demons: The Return // In The Night // Identity // Prophecy // Someone // The Devil Contained

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” Jackson confirmed, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re the only one suitable for the job.”

“How do you know?” you wondered, glancing at his right-hand woman hesitantly before directing your focus to the commander in front of you.

“You were once a witch, were you not?” he reminded and you shrugged.

His partner held your file and she began to read out your accolades and what saw of your fall to Sheol. Burned at the stake by the humans above after saving so many of them with your pure magic, you had arrived in a blind rage, wanting to do nothing for anyone ever again.

Yet with your time here, you found yourself unable to sit still. You had helped an ogre with a nasty fungal condition and had tended to an outbreak of the plague with some difficulty. You listened to the world around you and healed it from the wounds inflicted by the entities with no remorse for their actions.

You stood in front of monsters far larger than yourself and placated them from causing havoc and yet equally led a revolution asking for better rights for those who were placed in Sheol simply because the Gods above wouldn’t allow them in.

You, in every sense of the word, were still a witch.

A very good one, indeed.

Still, you didn’t go around announcing that of your powers. Which was why you were perplexed by Jackson’s request.

“The Devil signed off on this himself,” he continued, leaning back in his chair. “We need you to go to the fields. The animals are out of control without their master present.”

“When will he return?” you asked, and the pair merely stared at one another. You frowned. “Is Youngjae gone for good?”

“He’s playing hooky up above.”

“Earthside?” you questioned ignorantly, having never heard of a demon going beyond that before. Jackson smirked and pointed higher. You gasped. “How… wait, a demon can go to heaven and yet someone who did so much good cannot?!”

“It’s a messed up system,” the fellow female in the room mentioned and Jackson nodded grimly. “Don’t try and question it, you’ll never be able to understand that of the Gods’ will.”

“I decline,” you answered, stepping back from the desk between you and the Purgatory keepers. “I’m happy here.”

Leaning forward with surprise, Jackson then eyed you cautiously. “You won’t work with the animals?”

“No. I don’t have any interest in keeping animals.”

“But as a witch-”

“Am I?” you challenged, uncaring of what the file stated. This was precisely what you disliked about labels and expectations. You had given up the status of a witch when you were burned at the stake. The power remained within and you might have used it during your time here. But it was your own, not theirs to request use of as it pleased them.

You suddenly craved solidarity.

Somehow, you knew you could receive just that in the fields. No one dared enter there unless their master was present who kept the creatures mostly calm and harmonious. And even then, no one just boldly stepped foot into the grassy terrain. Creatures of Sheol weren’t all visible to the naked eye. The amount of grass snakes that had attacked the one-eyed beasts in the past had given sufficient warning to all to tread with caution.

Everyone was scared of the fields even the demon lords of this realm.

It was tempting to head there and avoid all expectations.  

That would be stepping into what had been requested of you though. It was a double-edged sword and either way you would fall trap to something. Your annoyance of knowing where Youngjae had gone to turned you away from calming the spirits of the animals. It was unjust and frankly, downright abominable. You had no desire to make it to heaven yourself, having been punished by the very Gods for practising in good faith of healing the world that humans destroyed. Yet, you couldn’t agree with being punished either.

There was no place that fitted what you deserved in this realm.

But being away from other humans, entities and demons, well, that could at least be a start. You groaned, your mind had convinced your annoyance to simmer down.

“I will work with the animals,” you announced, receiving smiles from both of them. “However, once their master returns, I shall not be expected to come back here or work with anything else unless I choose to.”

“I can agree to that,” Jackson replied, holding out his hand. “May you find peace within the fields.”

It was anything than peaceful when you arrived in Youngjae’s domain. The stables were in an uproar of noise and damage. Those who had yet to break free were working loudly on doing so, kicking at their stall doors angrily. Others roamed around and got into everything. Feed was sprawled across the aisle with strewn buckets and equipment leading to the other end, where a dark demon horse was pawing at the ground and snorting wildly.

Of course, you leapt into immediate action. You asked the homunculus in the form of a shaggy wolf to lend you its paw, closing your eyes to heal it from the pain of attacking a stall to release the chandelier horned deer. You moved onto the next area, opening doors so the agitated animals could be free. And you continued until you reached the spirited demon horse, lifting your hand to its neck.

“Calm down, my friend.”

It whinnied nervously, trying to rear up in front of you to scare you off. You smiled softly. “It’s okay. I know, your master was wrong for leaving you here. How can you all cope without him?”

Another spirited snort left the beast, though it kept its feet upon the ground. You patted its neck gently, nodding in answer. “I’m here. Please, be calm now.”

Within two days you managed to have the distressed animals listening to you at least. And by the end of a week, you had tidied most of the stables and that of your housing. Youngjae had evidently left in a hurry, even the morning dishes from his last meal were left unattended in the sink. You wondered what was so special about his trip to heaven with a grumble as you tackled the mess.

Although you hadn’t met the Monster Keeper, you certainly had heard enough about him. Some said the boom of noise that filtered down from the mountains of Purgatory were that of his laughter. Others depicted him as the kindest demon here yet there were the group of entities who were adamant that he was wickeder than any of the ruling demons of this place. You hadn’t chosen what to believe in until now. You decided anyone who could leave his creatures to struggle as badly as they had were either extremely cruel or given no choice. Either way, his belongings left a sour taste in your mouth and every time a creature wailed for his return, it added to your resolve that you wouldn’t ever like the man.

After six months of treating the animals, they were mostly harmonious. There was an elephant who would sometimes scream and stampede through the freshly planted vegetable garden you had made or trod down the wildflowers you had willed to grow to bring warmth to the fields. A griffin would also swoop down, pick you up and carry you far away just to drop you off in strange places that you had to trudge all the way back to the stables.

And today, that had happened again. “Seriously! Must we go on these adventures so often now?!”

The mythical creature merely cried victoriously as he flew through the skies, diving through the forest that edged the fields for the first time. You gasped, seeing so many hidden spots to cultivate your potions in that the monsters couldn’t disturb. And then, just as the griffin went to turn around, you spotted something unmistakably white and rare. Struggling in the hold upon your shoulders, the creature whined and let you go, much higher up than usual. The speed in which you fell at was also faster and you struggled to use your magic to land neatly, crumpling onto the forest floor with a thud.

Disorientated, you rubbed at your aches from your undesirable landing before remembering why you had fussed about. Springing up, you dashed through the scrub and trees towards the area you had seen from above.

Much as you hadn’t met the Monster Keeper, you had yet to lay your eyes on the large, hairy, white monster that was always talked about at his side. Slowing when you reached the spot you had seen him in, you guarded yourself as you climbed up to the ledge he was resting upon. The creature was asleep and you didn’t dare step into his space. Up close he was much larger than you had anticipated from in the skies. He didn’t look all that friendly either.

Still, you cleared your throat and the beast stirred awake, glowing blue eyes watching you carefully. “Smoosh?”

He growled loudly, climbing up from his slumbering position and glared at you. You sensed his grief produced the anger displayed and nodded, standing your ground. “It’s okay, I won’t come any closer.”

Smoosh huffed and flopped back down, however, he kept his eyes on you. Sitting down, you stretched your legs out in front of yourself. “Oh, the tree snagged at my skin.”

Placing a hand over your wound, you closed your eyes and relied on your powers to heal it. Smoosh was entirely fascinated by your gift and you giggled when you were finished which startled him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you. You’re really cute, you know.” Smoosh grumbled and turned away from you petulantly. Laughing, you leaned back on your elbows. “Do you not like being called cute? I heard that there was a prophecy that one day a human would call Lucifer himself adorable. Can you imagine that?! Our leader would shrivel up and smite her I’m sure. Or maybe he’ll fall in love. We really can’t count on knowing what will happen, right? Just like with Youngjae leaving. I bet you weren’t expecting that.”

Smoosh glanced over his shoulder and then dropped his head miserably. “I bet he misses you too, wherever he is. I’m sure he’ll come back for you. Why don’t you come and wait with me up in the fields? I’m sure you’re hungry too. There’s nothing apart from trees in here.”

For a moment, you thought Smoosh was going to get up. Instead, he curled up further, ignoring your offer as he cried himself back to sleep.

Smoosh continued to ignore your offers for an entire year. Still, you made the effort to go and see him often, taking food with you for him as well. At first, the trek was made difficult. However, you had befriended the demon horse, who graciously allow you to ride her into the forest for you to deliver the food.

Time soon grew irrelevant. Most of the animals now looked to you as their leader and you felt as if you had gained many friends within this part of Sheol. You woke in the mornings with vigour, chatting with all the stabled monsters as you fed them breakfast. And then you went about your day, harvesting your magically grown fruits, vegetables and potions. And when you were done with your chores, you would climb aboard Mystic, as you had named her, and gallop into the forest with the food you had cultivated especially for Smoosh.

Although he was still reluctant to leave the forest, he was always waiting for your arrival, this stumpy tail wagging excitedly. You thanked Mystic for the ride and offered her an apple before climbing up to where Smoosh was bouncing around animatedly.

You giggled. “Careful! If you’re too loud, you’ll cause another sonic boom.”

He tried his best to calm down, though the oversized monster couldn’t quite manage it either, bounding up to you as soon as you were on the ledge and licking your left side happily.

“Good to see you too!” you mentioned, reaching into your bag for the food you had transported. You then held up a hand and gave Smoosh a warning look. He rolled his eyes and stamped his front foot before plomping his butt down. “Well done. Now let me just size this up for you.”

With an incantation chanted whilst your hands hovered over the food, you watched as it tripled in size, a perfect feast for someone the size of Smoosh. He barely waited for you to step back before diving in, making a mess everywhere.

You loved that he was this messy and free.

And when he was done, you curled up in his fur, taking a nap with him until the night arrived. Staring up at the moon, you sighed.

“I was a child of the moon. Until moving here, I hadn’t seen night or day once in Purgatory. Sheol is very special, don’t you think? Every part of this place is different from the next.”

Smoosh hummed in response, lethargic after his dinner. You held up your hand to the sky and made a circle around the moon with your index finger and thumb. Smiling after capturing it in your grasp, you then buried yourself into Smoosh.

“I know you still miss him. I wish you would come down to the house with me. You’d be happier there.”

The monster snorted and you patted his fur. “Seriously. Everyone loves me.”

Mystic let out a long-winded whinny and Smoosh chuckled. You sat up and looked between the two creatures. “Don’t lie! So Griffin still wants to get rid of me and Phantom trod on my cornfield but listen! We’re all happy, are we not?! Who needs a Monster Keeper when you have me, a Great Witch!”

A gush of wind enveloped you then, and you blinked at how it picked you up, levitating you in the air. Mystic grew nervous and Smoosh tried to swat you back down. You laughed then, rolling around in the air.

“Did you hear me, Smoosh?! I’m a witch!” you exclaimed, the wind spiralling you around until you were laughing with enjoyment. “Mystic, let’s race!”

You controlled the wind and dove down towards the ground, flying through the forest. You grinned when you heard energetic hooves thundering along behind you. Dashing out into the fields, you laughed victoriously when Mystic arrived after you, her annoyance displayed in a large playful rear. Flying around her, you played with her some more until you saw a tree fall down.

Smoosh running towards you both. “Smoosh!”

Colliding into his fur fondly, you were filled with joy at his first venture away from the forest. “I’m so happy for you, you adorable giant polar bear!”

Smoosh growled and stamped his foot at your affection, though his tail was moving too fast to hide his satisfaction.

And then Mystic’s distress call ended all the happiness within you.

Looking at the stables in the distance, you sensed it as well.

Your monsters, they were falling ill.

One by one.

“I demand a meeting with the Devil.”

The Gatekeeper looked you over and then groaned. “You’re not here for me?”

“Why would I come for someone I’ve never met?” you answered curtly and the demon shrugged.

“Love at first sight is a thing. Haven’t you heard of the human that caused chaos upon our Leader’s heart?”

You groaned impatiently, forming fists with your hands. “Do I have time to talk about humans right now?! The monsters are dying!”

When you had arrived back the stables, you had already found the chandelier deer down and laboured with breathing. She passed first, and no matter what you tried, you couldn’t revive her.

When the sun rose the following morning, you were fighting to keep three newly fallen monsters alive. They passed by the end of the day.

And when you found Griffin unable to fly the following morning, you had entrusted the care of the monsters to Smoosh and Mystic before flying to the Gatekeeper.

“The monsters are dying?” he repeated, his smile of daggers erasing. “But why?!”

“I don’t know and so I must talk with the Devil! Surely he can help them!”

“I cannot,” a new voice announced and you spun around to find your Overlord standing beside you both. He glanced at the fellow demon and nodded. “Allow her in, BamBam.”

Once taken up to the Devil’s office, you leaned forward with haste. “What do you mean you cannot do anything?! This is your realm!”

“It’s my fault,” he started, rubbing at his face. “I was greedy and now the Gods are punishing this world.”

“For what?!”

“For loving someone I shouldn’t,” he answered sadly, looking towards a portrait of a woman on his wall. He then turned back to you. “It’s not just one part of Sheol that’s affected. My love did too much good for this place. As have you. Which is why I believe the monsters were the first to be affected.”

“This is absolutely absurd! They’ve done nothing wrong! What is wrong with all of you? And where is Youngjae?!”

“He will return soon. The havoc being caused up above will filter down here rather quickly. Please feel assured by this.”

“I won’t feel anything until the animals I care for are back to full health.” Getting up, you glared at the ceiling of the ornate room. “If another single monster falls ill or dies, I don’t know what I’ll do, but I will do something major.”

“Please take this, Witch.”

You glanced at the large vial of indigo liquid. He smiled gently. “It is my blood. If this does not work to save those who have fallen, I have no ideas left.”

Thanking him for the offering, you hurried back to the fields, where Griffin was barely holding on. Taking up a spoon, you poured the glistening purple blood onto it before guiding it into Griffin’s mouth.

Calling upon your inner magic, you summoned your best source of protection and layered it around him.

And then you waited.

You awoke to a shove and a whine from Smoosh. Blearily glancing around, you looked to where Griffin had been resting. The straw bed was empty and you leapt up, searching the stables for him.

A swoosh of air from above when you stepped outside alerted you to look up. Tears ran down your cheeks. “Griffin! You’re alive!”

The mythical creature landed gracefully, raising a talon towards you as he roared cheerfully. Diving into his feathered chest, you cried with relief.

“The Demon King will save you all!”

It was an exhausting period, but the monsters soon stopped dying off. With your powers and the blood gifted to you by the Devil, you managed to endure the hardships thrust upon you all.

You felt as if you would need a long vacation when all this was over.

Before you could settle back into any routine you once held, however, the fields were shaken once again.

You knew a demon was walking into these lands before you even left the house. By the time you had thrown your shawl around your nightgown and stepped outside, you could see the figure was close enough to see you. He paused, though that could be due to the way the homunculus wolf ran to him and howled at his reappearance. The animals, one by one ventured towards the return of their Almighty and you couldn’t help but smile with how bright the field became with light.

You knew you were only a substitute for their true master.

However, Mystic and Smoosh remained at your side, not rushing forward like the rest of them. You glanced at them both and laugh. “Go on! You’ve missed him too!”

Smoosh shook his head and grew broody, turning back for the stables. And Mystic merely snorted before following her close friend.

The demon stopped before you and bowed. “I hear you are the witch who cared for my animals.”

“Well someone had to mend all their broken hearts,” you answered without much thought, the demon growing perplexed for a moment.

And then his laughter boomed around the area. “They told me to be wary of you.”

“How so?”

“A feisty, strong and righteous witch wandered into my fields and strengthened my monsters.”

“I’d hardly say I wandered in.”

“And yet my monsters are stronger.”

“Perhaps that is because of the food I’ve cultivated for them.”

The demon nodded. “They glisten. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied with some surprise laced within your tone.

You blinked. When he first spoke to you, you felt nothing but contempt towards the entity. And now, with his honest compliment, you were easing in mind and heart.

He cleared his throat. “I am saddened that my Smoosh has yet to greet me. What have you done to him?”

Your annoyance instantly returned. “Why, I’ve done nothing but show him appreciation! He was the most broken-spirited of them all with you gone.”

“He’s a tough boy. I bet he was playing you.”

“Honestly!” you exclaimed, marching after the demon now heading into the stables. Mystic stood in the aisle eyeing you both before stomping her hooves impatiently. The demon raced down to the stall where Smoosh was and let out a wail.

“What is wrong with you, my boy?!”

“Absolutely nothing is-” Your sentence cut short when you found Smoosh labouring his breath. For a second, you panicked and gasped when you realised you were out of the Devil’s blood supply. And then you looked at the hairy creature, narrowing your gaze.

“I cannot believe you, Smoosh!” you cried, stepping into the stall and placing your hands on your hips. “Get up now.”

Smoosh let out a dramatic wail and the demon pushed you aside. “Get away!”

“He is playing you, can you not sense it?!” you told him exasperatedly though he ignored you and began to examine his friend. “Youngjae!”

“Dearest Witch, we are not on a first-name basis as of yet. Especially if there is something wrong here.”

You stared at both males incredulously, turning to Mystic who you were certain shrugged in response. Letting out a loud scoff, and twirling your finger in the air to prove the game at hand, you then stormed out of the stables.

Mystic followed you out into the middle of the field and nudged you softly. “Men! They’re awful! He barely thanks me before blaming me for hurting his beloved overgrown snowball! And then Smoosh! Ohhhh I could kill them both!”

Mystic whinnied in agreement, pacing alongside you. Glancing at your equine friend, you nodded determinedly. “You’ll be at my side no matter what, won’t you Mystic? Let’s set up our own place here in the fields away from the others. Just you and me and whoever wants to enjoy our company. What do you say?!”

“I’d be gravely disappointed if you did that,” a voice interjected and you spun to see the demon standing there, shooting a look at the guilty monster trailing behind him. “I’m Youngjae and you are?”

“A witch!”

“The finest witch I’ve ever met.”

“Yes, well, I tried my best. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have plans.”

“To come back with us, I hope. I can tell Smoosh is very fond of you.”

“Not fond enough to not play dirty tactics as soon as his master is home, apparently.” Smoosh whined apologetically at your answer and you let out a huff of air.

Youngjae stepped closer. “Please, a name.”

“Why?”

“Well, I must know of the person who will be spending her existence here with me and my animals, after all. I was instructed by Jackson that he must keep his word in allowing you permanent residence here.”

A small smile crossed your lips at the honourable commander’s mentioning. “And will you allow it?”

“I have no choice otherwise,” Youngjae admitted. “You see, even if I were to say no, I can tell more than half the animals would cause an outcry. Especially these two.”

Both Mystic and Smoosh nodded in agreement.

“I can stay?”

“If you will give me your name. It’s all I ask of you.”

“Just a name?” you echoed and Youngjae nodded.

“Oh, and that of your tales. It’s been some decades since I was here. So much has changed. Flowers growing everywhere!”

You grinned.

Although you were happy to have no humans or entities trouble you within these fields, you were strangely excited for the return of Youngjae. You realised there was a whole series of tales you could tell him.

And before you launched into your first one, you smiled up at the demon before you and uttered out your name.

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thursdays

The noise from the mic caught your attention back to the small stage of an almost empty bar. It was no surprise that the bar has a few customers tonight because its only Thursday. Still you are glad that your boyfriend is finally playing his own songs on a stage. 

Dropping your pencil and closing the Anatomy book you are reading for two hours now. Sighing, you don't remember a single thing. 

The spotlight made Youngjae's face scrunch and you hope you caught it in a video. Speaking of, you brought your camera out of your bag, setting it on the table where you can film Youngjae’s first performance. Your boyfriend was walking towards the small stage with his guitar. Sitting down at the stool, looking around the bar. He heave a sigh, licking his bottom lip, smiling nervously.

Youngjae cleared his throat, catching the attention of the few customers. Finally, someone beside you can hear how talented your boyfriend is. The owner of the bar is also paying him attention while serving drinks. You bit your lower lip, also nervous for Youngjae. He glance at your way, nodding at you. You lifted your fist while mouthing the word, fighting. 

The soft strum of guitar filled the place and a smile made its way to Youngjae’s face. He sang the song he have written for you with confidence. And at that moment, like a aromatic movie, the world slowed down. You can’t see anything but Youngjae singing his heart out. You love him. As cheesy as it is, but you love Youngjae. You are tearing up because he makes you proud. Even in this almost empty bar, when few people can hear his voice and appreciate his talent. 

That was five years ago, when he first perform at a bar. Yet when he plays his guitar you are still mesmerised. You followed his voice into a crowded bar. It is a surprise you even managed to find a good spot where you can see him. Its just like yesterday when he nervously walked on a stage of an almost empty bar with you as his only fan. This time you bit your lower lip to stop yourself from crying. Youngjae still makes you proud and you wish he knew that. You wish you said that before he left you. 

“Youngjae,” you pleaded, holding his arms. “I didn't mean it. Please,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “No. If the thought of regretting meeting me crossed your mind it means a lot.” he said, getting his arms out of your hold.  “Please Youngjae, I said it because I am just tired of juggling studies and working. I don't want you to give up your dream as a singer,” tears falling down from your eyes just like how the facade you keep came crashing down. “I didn’t ask you to provide for us. I said I’ll get a job. You are just impatient you can't wait for me,” blaming you. 

It’s true. You don't want him to work for both of you. You want him to focus on his dream. You can follow your dream later. For now, you always say, you’ll be there for Youngjae.

“It’s been 2 years now Youngjae. When will your time come?” he looked at you, hurt painted his eyes. He scoffed at you, offended, getting his guitar from the couch where he threw it earlier. Walking towards the door of your shared apartment, “I can do this without you,” he said, slamming the door.

“I’m sorry Youngjae,” you whispered, getting your things into a luggage while crying. Leaving the copy of your house keys on the dining table along the dinner you prepared earlier for him. 

Phone calls and text messages from him left unanswered. You need to focus on getting a job so you could sustain yourself for med school. This time you are choosing you. 

Congrats to Sublime for having Choi Youngjae. I will always root for you, Our Sunshine. 

A/N: Not proofread. My second GOT7 fanfic is for Mr. Choi Youngjae. Definitely not inspired by GOT7′s Thursday. But since it is Thursday now, please listen to Thursday. I should not be writing another series when I have series that need updating but I think I can continue this if you want and will update this every Thursdays.

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