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fantastic-bby · 4 years ago

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Pairing: (F)Reader x Youngjae

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff | Vampire!Youngjae | Witch!Reader

Summary: Just a vampire trying to get his witch away from her books and into bed with him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and injury | Use of magic

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“Darling,” your lover calls, “come to bed.” With your face buried in your spellbook, hands busied with glass bottles and herbs, and a candle burning brightly in front of you; his call falls on deaf ears. “(Y/n),” he tries once more. You finally look up from the book to see Youngjae laying on his stomach, watching you intently from the bed with a soft look in his brown eyes. “The bed’s awfully cold with your presence, my love.”

You chuckle, “you’re a vampire. You’re always cold,” and turn your eyes back to your book. Your partner snorts at that as he rolls over onto his back.

“Why must you always reject my romance?”

“I’m busy right now, my love,” you mumble absentmindedly as you place a sprig lavender into the stone bowl sitting on your altar. Youngjae watches you, his view now upside down with how his head hangs off the edge of the bed. You catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye, noting how he looks like an impatient puppy. “Give me one moment, Youngjae,” you look up. His head perks up at the sound of your voice and his attention is locked on you almost immediately. “I’m almost done with this.”

He slides off of the bed, taking a step closer towards your altar to look at what you’re doing. “What are you making?” Youngjae questions.

“An spell jar,” you hum. Youngjae stays a safe distance away from your work space, knowing well that he might mess with the energy around you. A witch’s altar is not something he should mess with, that much he knows very well from experience. “One step back, Jae,” you give him a warning look. He nods understandingly and takes one step away, but still close enough to watch curiously.

"How much longer is this gonna take?" You look up and see him pout. Youngjae's eyes flash red and you're sure he's trying to use his magic to try and convince you to stop, but your spirits snort at that.

"You can't use your magic on a witch, Youngjae." You shake your head, amused. "My spirits find your efforts amusing, but they appreciate it.” He huffs once again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just a bit longer, my love. Be patient. We have an eternity to spend together—there’s no rush.” You put the glass bottle down and fill it with various herbs and crystals before closing your eyes. Bringing your hands together, you take a deep breath and allow your magic to charge the spell jar. You hear Youngjae moving around the bedroom while your eyes are closed, but you know that he’s probably trying to give you more space for you to concentrate on your magic.

The only reason Youngjae fears your altar is because he fears you. Who would’ve thought that an immortal vampire would be terrified of a human witch? Well, you’re a witch that managed to figure out the secret to immortality. And you’re a witch that has granted yourself immortality purely out of spite. Youngjae, on the other hand, was unwillingly granted immortality when he had become a vampire. Your first meeting was definitely something that he would never forget.

“A vampire?” Your head tilted when your eyes caught a glimpse of his fangs. “Are you hurt?”

Youngjae forced himself to sit upright despite the burning pain of the wound that sliced his stomach. “What would a human have to offer me?” he grunted, giving you a good look at his dark crimson eyes.

“A human witch,” you clarified, “there’s a lot my magic could do for you. Judging by your condition, I really don’t think you’re in any position to refuse anyone’s help.”

“I’m a vampire. I can heal myself.”

“You’re weak.” Your words made him freeze. “I was watching the fight from behind the trees. You need to work on your technique as well.” You crouched down beside him, placing your leather satchel onto the ground beside you before rummaging through to find one of your healing spells. You barely had time to react before Youngjae had shoved you into the ground and pressed a dagger into your side. Your magic was strong enough that you had cursed yourself to not feel pain, making the dagger even more useless for Youngjae’s hand. Staring straight into his eyes, you just stared at him in confusion. You kicked him off of you, making sure to hit his wound. He stumbled back in pain, falling onto the ground and watching as you stood up. You pulled the dagger out of your torso, sighing when you saw the blood that soaked the metal, “a waste of energy.”

“W-What—”

“I’m immortal, dumbass,” you tossed the dagger behind you before turning back to look at him. “I don’t feel pain either.” Your arms crossed over your chest as you watch him crawl further back.

“But you’re a human.”

“I’m a witch. I used my magic to make myself immortal because someone told me that they’d outlive me.” You turned around, gathering your things and pulling out the healing elixir you were originally looking for. “You should’ve seen the look on their face when I showed up to their deathbed,” you snorted, popping open the cork to the vial, “they tried coming back to haunt me so I trapped them in a jar and threw them into the ocean. Serves them right.” You bring the small vial to your lips and swallow the dark blue liquid. Your body shuddered at the bitter taste of it, your stomach almost rejecting it from how bad it tasted. But you could feel the knife wound starting to close up almost immediately. “If you really don’t want help, then I’ll just leave you here.” You slipped the glass vial back into your satchel and turned around to leave.

Youngjae winced when he reached out to you, “wait!” He let out a grunt, his hand reaching to the bleeding wound in his front. “I-I’m sorry. Help me, witch, please.” You turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

“My darling?” Your voice snaps him out of the memory. He looks toward your direction to see you watching him from your altar. “I called you a few times but you didn’t respond. Are you okay?”

Ah, he must’ve zoned out. “I’m fine,” he chuckles, “I was just thinking.” You raise an eyebrow as you close your spellbook. You must be done, Youngjae thinks. Rounding your altar, you climb into bed and sit cross-legged beside him.

“Close your eyes, Jae.” He obediently does so, closing his eyes and feeling something cold press against the centre of his forehead. “Open.” His eyes flutter open and suddenly, he’s yawning. “You mentioned that you’ve been having trouble sleeping so I made a spell to help soothe your mind,” you smile as you pull the jar away from Youngjae’s face. His own lips curl into a small smile when he sees yours. You slip away from the bed and put the jar away while your partner watches in complete awe and adoration. He loves you so much.

Almost a two centuries together and Youngjae’s still as in love with you—if not more—as when your relationship had started. The beginning of your friendship was just a vampire seeking advice and company from a witch, a relationship that had changed when you both realised you had fallen in love with each other. He watches as you make your way back to bed, sliding under the covers with your phone in your hand.

“Hey, (Y/n).”

“Yeah?” you turn to him.

“I love you.” Your heart melts, a warm smile creeping onto your face when he leans closer to press his lips against yours. Youngjae pulls away and smiles.

“I love you, too.”

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years ago

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Hi!💙Could I please request something cute with Choi Youngjae or Im Jaebum having a crush on Y/N? If you don’t feel like writing for it I completely understand! I hope this year will be better for all of us:)) Thank you for all that you do! I look forward to your upcoming works:))!💙p.s: Thank you for writing the Dance Dance drabble with the request i wrote last chelle chats:)) I LOVED it! (and i kinda maybe definitely freaked out a little when i saw it HAHA)

Awww, you’re most welcome! I loved writing that Jae story for you!!

Pairing: Choi Youngjae x female reader

Word count: 397

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Chuckling despite Jaebum being only mid-sentence, Youngjae diverted his gaze to the mirrored wall. Unaware of what his friend was even telling him, if anything at all due to the interruption of his sudden laugh, Youngjae followed your movement around the studio.

You stopped by Yugyeom’s side and pointed to his loose shoelace before high-fiving BamBam beside him. Mark offered you a look at the video game he had just reached a high score on, and you inspected the book Jinyoung was pretending to read but was actually typing a message to his girlfriend behind. Jackson called your name out loudly, which startled Jinyoung, and he let out an awkward laugh, getting up and stretching his limbs.

Whilst all of this observation happened, Youngjae counted down the steps until you would approach him and Jaebum. On one hand, he had hoped to see you all day long, your presence refuelling him for another long dance session. On the other, however, he wished you not to come over. He knew the man in front of him was aware of the crush on you and whilst Jaebum was a good friend, was also a loud friend.

The smirk on Jaebum’s lips looked awfully dangerous right now.

“Y/N,” Jaebum greeted brightly, glancing between you and Youngjae before slinging an arm over his friend.

There was no escape now.

“Recovering well on your break?”

“Oh yes!” Youngjae mentioned before bursting into more laughter. Mark quirked an eyebrow from across the room, wondering what kind of joke his friend must have heard.

Youngjae groaned internally. He was the joke.

Why did you have to render him this foolish every time? You’d been working for their team for two weeks already, surely he should have pulled himself together by now.

You smiled sweetly then, and Youngjae stopped listening to all that was being said between his leader and you. He could sense you were about to leave, and relief started to surge throughout.

When you patted his arm, however, Youngjae’s confidence soared. “I like you!”

The moment soon slipped into raucous laughter, and Youngjae clamped his eyes shut, ignoring the sudden jostling of his friends. Dashing out of the studio, he marched down the hallway until some distance away.

You had followed him, and before Youngjae could dismiss you in some way, you slipped a note into his hand.

I like you more.

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kpopchangedme · 5 years ago

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All I Want For Christmas is: The Maple Goddess [Youngjae]

Love is in the air at the Christmas Market when you finally get to spend some quality time with the cute guy from the ice skating rink.

Protagonists: Choi Youngjae & You

Word Count: 4.7k

Genre: SFW - Holiday Season - Romance - First Date - shy!jae || [One Shot]

[All I Want For Christmas: is a GOT7 collab]

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You’re glorious today, as usual. Your red winter coat brings out the colours of your cheeks, even from the other side of the alley, you're glowing. Youngjae rolls his thick sleeve to peek at his watch, almost an hour to go before his first break… Sniffing, he observes from his fortune hideout as you explain something to rare morning onlookers, waving your hands around energetically. When he's sitting down behind his booth, he's mostly concealed by the counter, hardly able to see you. In the end, they buy something from the stand, how could they not? No one can resist a smile like yours, and you grin every time you make a sale. A series of aggressive knocks on his wooden counter forces him out of his daydream. He stands up from his chair in a hurry, taken by surprise.

“Size twelve.” A boy narrows his eyes haughtily and his four friends snicker behind him. He's a teenager – he was probably in diapers when Youngjae finished high school – but still, he has nothing but contempt for the older guy. The Ice Skating Rink promised to be a romantic mystical workplace with its Christmas lights and view on the giant decorated tree, but it turned out to be a damn babysitting job.

Don't push your friends... No headsets! I told you, this is your last warning...

“Then it's size eleven,” Youngjae blinks, quickly catching on, “and 10 bucks.”

“The raffle guy said you'd make us a discount!” They immediately start to whine in protest, and Youngjae bites the interior of his cheek to remain polite. Grabbing the frame of his booth, he bends through the opening to glare at his ‘friend’. Bambam shrugs unapologetically, not looking exactly contrite enough to his liking. He's been sending his victims to the rink for discounts far too often this past month.

“How much do you have left?”

Sighing, Youngjae bargains with the group, ending up renting all of them skates at half the value. How are other businesses supposed to make a living if Bambam keeps scamming kids out of their allowance? He cusses lowly, picking up 5 pairs of ice skates from the tablets behind him and handing them. It's his first year working at The White Miracle Market and definitely his last. He thought it would be a great opportunity to earn some extra cash for his Christmas gifts, but that's not how it went. Instead, he ended up spending his days freezing to death, quarrelling with kids, and spending all of his money on the job.

Work with us, they said…

Youngjae shouldn't have let himself get convinced by the guys. He's the only one that ended up in a stall with a defective heater and… Ok, fine, admittedly he has the greatest view of all time… Raising his head to your booth facing his, he forgets for a brief second he's still standing up and hits the large metal radiator hanging above. Yelping, he reaches for his head with both gloves, for once thankful the thing isn't working at full capacity. Through his tears, he glares at the heater with rancour.

It will be fun, they said…

Carefully sitting back, Youngjae loses the next half-hour reluctantly monitoring the skating little monsters through his left side window. He doesn't even find it in himself to scold them when they start throwing ice at each other. One could lose an eye or two for all he cares.

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Today is a bit of a slow start. It could come as a surprise considering there are only a few days left before Christmas, but it's often like that during the day. People come to the Market for enchantment and a chaotic array of wooden stalls doesn't quite reach its full magical effect before sunset. Even with the current beautiful snow falling in slow motion from the gray sky. Of course, your booth isn't like the other boring ones, you don't rely on fir ornaments, red velvet bows or fairy lights to sell. Undeniably, the Maplesque!’ strongest asset is the alluring smell of maple syrup always cooking in the large pan.

“Ouch,” Emma giggles, making you raise your head from the wood bucket of clean snow you're preparing, “that outta hurt!”

“What?” Whipping around to see what she means, you wince. Cute guy from the ice skating booth is holding the top of his head with both hands. Above him, his stall's radiator is wobbling. You hope he didn't burn himself. “Don't stare,” mortified by the secondhand embarrassment, you click your tongue, forcing your sister's eyes down.

“Why not?” She smirks, leaning above the counter and making the display of leaf-shaped lollipops tilt dangerously. “He stares at us all day.”

“Does. Not.” You lie, pushing the rack back to safety and Emma rolls her eyes. “Stop being delusional and go check the pan's temperature.”

“In case you didn't notice…” She stretches both arms open towards the empty snowy alley like she's the messiah. “No one buys your taffy before supper, Ô dear Maple Goddess.”

“If you're unhappy, you can go home.” Grumbling, you round the booth, done with your taffy-on-ice tempting display. Walking by the pan, you check it yourself, pleased to find the temperature of the syrup is climbing slowly.

“There's no ridiculously hot guys at home.” Emma sing-songs and you look at her, dumbfounded. “The White Miracle might be cold but I swear, there's no better place to be in town…”

“What?” Crouching, you plug the hot chocolate machine. Is this why she comes to the Market even though she never lends a hand?

Your little sister has been obsessing a lot about boys lately, maybe she's at that age. In previous years, she never cared to visit. Your parents were the ones running this booth while you helped out as much as you could. It's the first year you fully took over so they could stay on the farm, handling most of the crafting and shipping. This Christmas Market is a tradition, sort of a mandatory one when it’s the whole family business. Holidays are always very busy, right before the maple season starts.

“Are you dumb?” Emma snorts in disbelief, “Blind? Every guy here is sexier than the other. It's like they are fighting every day to win me over. There's the toymakers pair, very kissable under potential mistletoe; the steamy ticket seller, I personally find his constant frowning highly attractive; there's Santa, help me Lord-”

“I guess I’m too busy to notice,” you interrupt unimpressed and check the display one last time to see if everything is in order, “someone has to work our booth.”

“Well, hot rental-guy notices, rental-guy isn't blind. Everyone at TWM knows he's desperately pining over you!” You turn to her – acting lost – and she rolls her eyes once more in desperation. Without another word, Emma raises her glove the rink’s way, unsubtly pointing to the man in his ice skating booth. Gasping, you jump forward to pull down her arm, feeling your whole face flush in shame. You're acutely aware of how much he looks your way, there's no need to make it more obvious. Really, how bold can a fifteen years old get?

“Jesus, Emma,” heaving you hold her arm down tightly, “we don't point at people!”

She tugs at it, but you don't let go. “Oh look, he's staring again!” She waves hello his way and you let her go in horror. Urgently spinning around only to discover that rental-guy isn't looking your way. Not at all, in fact, he seems rather absorbed by the contemplation of the kids skating on the rink. “You should see your face right now!” Emma cracks up, sinking back into her chair with a book and you kick her leg, fuming. You swear sometimes she still acts like a 10 years old. "Admit it, you like him back, he's cute...”

You don't dignify this with an answer, dropping your chin into your open palms, bent in two, elbows resting on the counter. Cute? Ice skating guy is cute alright. You aren't as blind as you'd want her to believe. You've been looking forward to his breaks for an entire month.

You asked you noted; Choi Youngjae, your age, first year working at the White Miracle, single… Very unsubtly crushing on you and talking about it to a lot of people.

He's off in around 50 minutes; which means he’ll come by to pick two maple hot chocolates just to see you. You hate to admit, but he is at his cutest when he's a blushing mess for you.

In a parallel universe, one where the Holiday season truly is magical… You'd both do a lot more than stare.

He'd actually ask you out, maybe he'd spill his drink on his coat while doing so, but you wouldn't mind. You wouldn't mind because you'd be busy being nervous yourself, smoothly agreeing to anything. You like him too, a lot. How could you not fall for the guy who gave you the most flattering nickname to ever be?

Not Farm-Girl like back when you were in high school.

Maple. Goddess.

You're an OG of this Christmas Market, so of course, everyone told you about him. The White Miracle’ staff is like a second family, you were made aware of his infatuation within a week of him starting here. Even the guy at the Mulled Wine stall knew about Youngjae and you and he's a loner that keeps to himself.

You bite the interior of your cheek, sneaking another glance at the rental booth.

Maybe you should just ask him out yourself. It's not like waiting on him is doing any good and Holiday season is almost over...

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To be honest, Youngjae doesn't feel particularly excited at Jackson showing up for his break. It's suspiciously that he considers his friend when his face pops over the counter to gaze down at him. By this point, Youngjae was dozing off, ice rink empty and his will to live in the negative – matching the mercury-in-glass quite nicely.

“OY!” The exuberant chocolate-lover greets, face sliced in two by his largest grin. The last time they spoke was two days prior, Jackson was so taken by some dumb competition with another booth that he snapped and told Youngjae off. He got mad and claimed he was done, that he couldn't stand hearing about y/n again.

“Hi,” wary, Youngjae sits straight, “I thought you didn't want to be around me anymore.”

Jackson's face twists, “What? I never said that. I’m pretty sure my exact words were ‘man-up and ask her out for baby-Jesus’s sake!’... But I’m here to apologize, I'm sorry I yelled, Jinyoung says I need to make amends…” Picture of innocence, the childish man smiles and tilts his head. This look on him is never a good omen. Whenever Jackson wiggles his brows like that, he's always about to cause a holy mess. “Sooooooooo,” he goes on mischievously, “I thought about it and decided I should be the one that buys you hot chocolate today.” The last words are utter so theatrically they’re barely words at all: “At last, I shall meet your maple dame!”

Sheer panic courses through Youngjae's body when he understands. He knew he had reasons to be apprehensive. Of course Jackson is gonna get involved with his crush! The man can't ever stay out of anyone's business! Your formal rejection is the last thing he needs before Christmas. He'd much prefer remaining anonymous.

Unfortunately, Jackson has already crossed the snowy alley in your direction before he is even out, running after him. Mid-way there, Youngjae stops altogether hesitating; he could face this like a man and apologize, or run away and never come back to this cursed Market… Sadly, then he'd never see you again.

There's no doubt he's tomato red when he finally joins his former friend in front of the Maplesque! stall. You're already smiling, greeting them, as kind and breathtaking as ever.

“HI, HELLO!” Jackson blurts out too loudly, making you twitch back in surprise. “You're the Maple Goddess!” Dumbfounded, your eyes fall on Youngjae, standing a step back and wincing nervously.

“It's just Y-Y/n,” you stutter cutely on your own name, making his knees weak, “you're the chocol-”

“Jackson Wang!” Your little sister seemingly jumps from under the counter, eyes glimmering in awe. She's there every day with you, always on her phone or reading a book. “Excuse my sis, she's no good around hot guys!” Bending in two through the stall opening, the younger girl reaches to offer her hand in a hurry. To Youngjae's despair, she's obviously very taken by Jackson.

Getting rejected might not be the worst possible outcome to this encounter after all, you could fall for the chocolatier's charm. Like everyone else always does...

"Well, aren't you a treat!” Instead of shaking her hand – like a normal human being – the bold man straight up kisses her glove. Youngjae cringes so hard, he wishes the ground would swallow him whole. “And you are...”

“Emma!” She blurts out in pure glee:

“Please Y/n, don't mind Jackson!” Finally stepping up, Youngjae slaps a 10$ bill on the counter, startling you. Gulping, he falters under your wide gaze, “He's always been odd.”

“I’m afraid his reputation precedes him.” You divert your eyes to the bill, biting your lower lip. “Two maple hot chocos coming.” Turning around in haste, you elbow the lollipop display and your sister catches it with a dramatic eye roll before it crashes. Youngjae can only smile like a fool, observing as you work. You're irresistible.

"So – Maple Goddess – are you free?” You're pouring the beverages when Jackson asks the question and you visibly spasm, nearly scalding yourself. Youngjae turns to his friend in horror. He might want to help, but he's as subtle as a bull in a China shop.

Emma snorts; “Yes, but Y/n's all work and no fun.” The young girl plops herself down on the counter, dropping her chin in her palm to gaze at the older men. “I'm all fun.”

"You’re jailbait.” You deadpan ruthlessly, bringing the men's attention back on you and making your sister whine. Still, you frown in concentration, pouring syrup in the two hot chocolates. “I’m just busy building a maple empire, Jackson, I’m sure you can relate.”

The chocolatier seems severely undermined and he grimaces; “That's unfortunate, Youngjae was hoping you'd join us for a break at the rink.” Wait, what!? Jackson just said what?

“Me, skate? On ice.” You seem confused, as though that's the strangest idea ever. Oh God, you hate them both already. You're gonna reject him.

“Yes…” Narrowing his eyes at his friend meanly, Youngjae clenches his fists, mustering his courage. For weeks, he had been considering the best way to asking you out and that wasn't it at all. “I was wondering if you would like to take a break from the stall and skate with me… and Jackson.” He's completely winded at the prospect but his friend smiles brightly, offering two thumbs up, very proud of himself. What is the point of this? With Jackson there, that's not even a date. It doesn't help him at all, it's a shitty plan.

“Oh, the thing is–” You start to protest but get interrupted.

“I’ll keep the booth!” Emma blurts out, beaming and you turn to her with a scowl. “I can manage here for a while, you go… Have fun… With guys...”

“You don't have to!” Youngjae eagerly offers an out, earning himself an elbow to the ribs. Still, his heart is pounding in expectation, waiting for your answer. Part of him wants to murder Jackson for forcing him out of his comfort zone, but what's done is done. The two maple hot mugs are now abandoned on the counter, steaming.

“I...” You seem to be unsure what to say, put on the spot. It takes a moment for you to finally make a choice. “Y-Yes, I would like that a lot.”

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You're buzzing in a mix of excitement and dread stepping out of the booth. Even after agreeing, you aren't sure how it happened, don't know how you even let yourself get convinced. Sure, you've been daydreaming about spending time with rental-guy for a month – Youngjae – but still… like that? You must have momentarily lost your mind. And it's not like he invited you to join them on his own, his friend did. You follow awkwardly when both men walk back to the rental booth, Emma delighted coos echoing from the Maplesque!. Really, you're gonna have to kick her ass when you get back home tonight.

You should say something – call this whole ice skating thing off – but instead, you give Youngjae your shoe size, waiting as the guys silently bicker with one another. Clearly, you aren't the only one that hasn't thought stuff through.

You're still trying to find a way to get out of this without hurting anyone's feeling when Jackson suddenly slaps his forehead. It's like he just remembered he forgot to close the tap back home. "Oh SHOO!” The man pouts dramatically and his friend turns to him, oblong eyes round of evident apprehension. Jackson is already stepping backwards in a hurry, fleeing away from you both. He fakes looking down at his phone. “I forgot Mark had something to tell me! I need to go right now!” He's almost running up the alley now. “May your date be maple and bright!”

Wait.

What.

Date?

Did the chocolatier just set you up with his friend?

You knew you intimidated rental-guy – so did the whole world – but you didn't think it would come to this. When you face Youngjae however, you realize this wasn't his plan either. He's staring blankly at the pair of skates he picked up for you on the counter, cheekbones afire. Clearly, he's in shock. His friend just forced this unto him and he doesn't know what to do.

Wow. Can it be considered a real date if you're coerced into it? Even if you both want to meet, dates are supposed to be planned, actual outings, not just random breaks taken from work.

Besides, you don't know how to ice skate.

Well, it's not like you can get out of it now. If you try to stop this from happening it will be worse. Youngjae is so adorable, you don't want him to think you aren't interested.

Surely, ice skating can't be that complicated. You see kids on that rink every day...

“I knew about it,” you hush, trying to find something to initiate conversation.

Startled, he looks up. “Uh?”

“The whole Maple Goddess thing.”

“Oh,” Youngjae forces a chuckle, clenching his teeth, “Jackson comes up with weird stuff all the time… Sorry...” Never has a lie been more obvious. You meant his crush too, but he doesn't seem to want to hear that. To hide your growing smile, you bring your hands to your mouth, blowing air to warm them up. Unfortunately, you let your gloves at the booth.

“You don't have to do this, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to trick you into hanging out with me. I didn't even know what Jac–”

“It's fine,” you interrupt, “I was actually about to give up and ask you out myself.”

“You... What?” His mouth is open in astonishment.

Ok. This is the perfect set up for a confession. There's snow falling, you're all alone… You should probably just get it out in the open.

“I hear about you and… I like you too.”

“You like me,” Youngjae repeats doubtfully.

“Yes.” Butterflies. Butterflies everywhere. Grabbing the dreaded skates, you turn to face the rink, grinning. “So, are we gonna do this or what?"

Amused beyond logic, you laugh, leaving him hanging to go sit on a nearby bench. You try to control your nerves, slipping out of your Uggs to tightly lace the rental skates. Ice can't be much different from concrete, you've rollerbladed before. Dead silent, Youngjae comes to sit next to you, putting on ice skates himself. His are black and red, evidently personal ones, way fancier. You've never seen him on the rink before, but one probably needs to know how to ice skate to be hired at that booth. It makes sense. Done, you wait for him to finish.

Well, that's painfully awkward. You should be talking. People talk on dates. Is this a date?

Suddenly, Youngjae stands up, sliding on the ice with no effort whatsoever. He's gracious, grinning at you from ear to ear. He seemed to have processed your little confession now, at least. His feet form a V shape, making him swirl in a large circle before he stops back in front of the bench. In a messed up way, you kind of wished him to be as clumsy at this as everything else.

Evidently, he's waiting for you to get up and do some twirls of your own, a grandiose arabesque perhaps, impressive, breathtaking. Oh God, the longer he's anticipating this the worse is. Come on, here goes nothing. You can do this. Ice skating can't be that complicated. Finally standing up, you pray for some sort of miracle. You take a weird step forward on the ice. Unfortunately, your stance is so wobbly you very nearly fall on your ass, arms flying in rotation to regain balance. At the last second, Youngjae catches your forearms, saving your ass (literally). His hands wrap around your elbow holding you up steady on the slippery ice. It's the first time he has touched you and even though it's through layers of clothing, butterflies soar once more.

You look so stupid. Breaking your neck won't charm cute rental-guy. You’ll just humiliate yourself.

“You can't skate.” Youngjae states this simple fact and your entire face burns of shame. You try to pull away, to step back on the much safer and stable snow, but he holds on. Probably because he fears you're falling again.

“I can skate,” you lie, vexed, “I just haven't done this… In a while.” More like ever.

“Have fun?” Youngjae's smile widens inhumanly at his joke, lips curling upwards to expose the entirety of his dentition.

"If you call breaking a leg fun, you're a weird guy.”

You don't even notice when you start to glide, too busy smiling back. "That's okay, I got you.” Youngjae is easily skating backwards pulling you with him. “But just to be clear… You agreed to this even though you couldn't skate?”

“I couldn't refuse, you never invited me to do anything before… And I can skate,” you repeat. Just not on ice.

“So you accepted Jackson's invitation… To be with me?”

You aren't sure what he finds so hard to grasp. “Yes,” you breathe out, embarrassed, “but now I might die for it.” Your eyes dart down when Youngjae expertly crosses his blades, he's got some very impressive moves. “Showoff.”

He laughs and instantly you feel a whole lot better. “I won't let you die on my watch!” Well, the relief was short. You yelp when he releases your arms, disappearing in your back.

“H-Hey!” Precarious, you straighten and lose your balance but this time Youngjae grabs your waist, holding you up.

Wow. If you didn't risk severe head injury otherwise, you might believe he has game. But that's impossible, rental-guy spent a whole month openly pinning over you without even making a move. Plus the only reason you're in this mess is because Jackson and Emma ganged-up on you.

“I got you now, I won't let you fall. I'll teach you.” Youngjae's voice rings above your shoulder.

Though he sounds serious about the task ahead, you can't help your chills at his breath on your ear. Unfortunately for him, his close proximity is highly distracting. He's pressed against your back and you mentally curse the thickness your damn winter coat. You wish you could actually feel him, but that may be too much for a first non-date.

“Bend your knees,” he whispers in concentration, “more, more, there. Lean forward.” Biting your lower lip, you try to push aside the other images his commands summon. What is wrong with you? The man seems oblivious to his effect, intended on helping you learn. When Youngjae is fully satisfied, you're in a weird semi-sitting position. “There, you need to keep your center of gravity low to avoid falling.”

You must look absolutely ridiculous but this is strangely romantic. Something tells you Emma is filming the whole scene from the stall, although you forget everything about that when he presses closer.

“Now you just… Glide...” As you obey once more, Youngjae's hands slide down on your hips. “Again, push to the side, like me. You want the blade to bite the ice...”

Screw that. It may come as a total surprise, but the man has game. Enjoying every second of this – probably a bit too much – you begin to gain momentum with his help. He's still holding you tightly when you complete your second full circle around the rink. Even though you're vacillating and your steps lack finesse, you'd say you are doing a pretty good job. You're skating, on ice, alone with cute rental-guy. Smiling in joy, you bend a bit lower to accelerate. After a while, Youngjae's hands desert you altogether, and you would protest but he quickly reappears in front of you. Skating backwards, he barely needs to look over his shoulder to know where he is going. It's like its a second nature to him, something you find strangely attractive. As if aware of this, he maintains eye contact for far too long, you feel the tip of your ears burn and not from the cold. His brown hair is flying around his face, strands whipping the wind. For some reason the sight makes you light, you're flying around above the Christmas Market with the cotton-like snow.

Fine, maybe not all dates need to be official to be meaningful.

“I told you I could skate,” your bold claim makes him snort in disbelief.

“You might need to practice more often.”

“How about…” You pause, holding a breath, “We make this a daily thing?”

“Sure,” Youngjae offers a hand and you take it, electrified by the touch, “I’ll trade you lessons for free maple choco.”

Your heart race at the thought of doing something like this with him every day. Humming, you fake to consider his offer for a second; “Deal!”

“It's a date then!” Laughing, you keep skating, staring at each other like you're alone in the world.

Unfortunately, you forget you truly aren't and he does too. Youngjae is totally spooked when someone hollers at him aggressively, a young teen is standing in front of the rental booth for service waving both arms. Apparently, break is over.

Twisting his skates without warning, Youngjae comes to an abrupt stop in front of you, forgetting one major detail.

You hit him at full speed, albeit not very fast, but it still manages to sweep him off his feet. With a loud huff, air exhales his lungs when he hits the ice and you land on top of him. Mouth ajar, you gape, meeting his soft chestnut irides. You're too flustered to say anything and he's not doing much better than you. That's not exactly how you envisioned ever climbing him up.

Your faces are so close you can see every single one of his eyelashes, his cute pinkened nose, his beauty mark. Your eyes keep exploring his features, dipping low to his dark pout, full and inviting. You want to kiss him. Snow keeps falling, swirling in the chilly air around. You haven't chosen between pulling away or going for it when Youngjae's hand finds your nape. Slowly, he closes the gap between you, lips brushing yours delicately. Adding pressure, you kiss him back.

You knew it. The man has game.

There's no mistletoe, no fairy lights flickering, but your first kiss is fireworks. The moment is enchanting, infinite, as you both lay on the ice like one. Maybe that's the famous magic of The White Miracle Market you've heard so much about. You forget about the outside world, space, time. There's nothing but you two and the snow.

When you pull back to breathe, Youngjae is smiling softly. “Tomorrow,” he whispers, so low you can barely hear, “I'm teaching you the snowplow stop.”

“Yes,” you breathe out, winded, “that might be useful.”

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cosmichoneyedblossoms · 6 years ago

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Tobacco and Vanilla

Pairing: Choi Youngjae X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 856

A/N: @xkpopobsessedx sent me these pictures and I just had to write about our sweet little Youngjae!

He was the guy your mother said to avoid, to stray as far as possible from guys like him. Everything about him screamed danger—cool, calm, collected, exudes an energy that conjures goosebumps to your skin. He reminded you of a rugged Prince Charming, thick tousled mahogany locks, warm almond irises, dark luxurious eyelashes that dusted the tops of his pale cheeks. Metal and leather seemed to be his favorite textiles, silver piercings climbed up his ears as well as a silver ring clinging to his plump bottom lip. His looks were delicious to the eye, but the rugged look worked its way down to his bones.

His speech, smooth as melted chocolate, lighter than air, and yet the sharpest tool in his arsenal. You tried your best to take your mother’s advice and you tried to keep your distance from him, but the more you saw him, the more you wanted to dig your fingers into the fleshiness of his thighs and feel him under you. The more he pursued you, the more you wanted to give into him, your lips were hungry to find out what he tasted like. One night you finally gave into him, his voice, the sweetest of honey, sending electricity through your limbs as he whispered your name in between tobacco and whiskey laced kisses, intoxicating you with every brush of his amazingly beautiful lips.

He was your lifeline to adrenaline and you loved every second with him. The feeling of your chest against this leather clad back as he broke 80 miles per hour on his motorcycle through the star speckled night, weaving through the slow moving cars, the street lights turning into streaky blurs as you lost yourself. Little did you know, under this hard exterior there was something unexpected waiting.

You walked into the quiet apartment, grocery bags hanging from your arms, you wandered over to the kitchen setting them down on the counter. You put the cold food away in the fridge and put away the rest into the respectable areas. You were surprised that the apartment was so quiet, Youngjae was home and yet there was not a sound to be heard. A smile came to your lips as you walked down the hall to your bedroom, pushing the door open for your eyes to land onto his unclothed body, tied to a chair with deep burgundy silk ties. Your eyes took in the sight of his trembling form, drool dribbling down his chin, pooling in the dip of his stomach. A quiet groan escaped from his lips as his erection twitched, clear juices spilling down his length as well as the bullet vibrator attached to his painfully erect cock, “Right where I left you, and you haven’t cum yet? You’re behaving so well today handsome.”

“Y/N…” He whined, tugging at the ties, his hooded eyes begging for relief.

“What is it, Youngjae?” You hummed, walking over to the closet, taking off your shoes, starting to strip out of your clothes too. You turned your gaze into him, his hips slightly bucking into the air, trying to reach a bit of satisfaction. He sighed a heavy breath, his body asking for release, thighs trembling under the powerful vibrations radiating through his cock, “You need to use your words if you want me to help you, honey.” You giggled walking over to him, wearing only your panties and bra, and got down onto your knees, running your hands over his thighs making his breath hitch under your touch.

“Please… touch me… please…” He begged, his fingernails scratching at the wooden arms of the chair. You licked your lips, your mouth watering to taste the sweet juices that seeped from his slit.

“I’ll reward you since you’ve done so well today.” Your fingers removed the vibrator from his throbbing cock, a deep growl coming from his chest as your fingers brushed against his shaft, “You’re also sensitive.” You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his swollen red tip before engulfing his slippery length into your mouth, pain tainted whines passed his lips, his hands aching to bury themselves into your hair and thrust his dick deep down your throat.

“Oh fuck—I want to cum…” Youngjae growled thrusting his hips up into your mouth, sending his length down your throat, making you glare up at him as you pulled his length from your lips.

“That was very naughty of you, Youngjae.” You wrapped your hands around his cock, one hand slowly working his shaft and the other rubbing over the top.

“Please, I want to cum in your mouth…” He breathed, his breathing becoming erratic as he was reaching his high.

“Nope, you only get to cum with my hands today.” You hissed, pumping your hand faster, squeezing a bit more. A loud moan echoed through the room as his hot cum seeped through your fingers, his body relaxing as you helped guide him through his climax.

“You’re terrible…” He whispered in between labored breaths.

“Maybe you’ll listen next time.” You smiled, making eye contact as you brought your fingers to your lips, licking his cum from them.

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noona-clock · 7 years ago

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Only One Laughing

#34: “Please don’t do this.”

Hiii. ❤❤❤ From the angst/fluff prompt list, can I maybe request #34 with Choi Youngjae? (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ thank you~❤

Of course you can, @strawberry-yj!! Please let me know what you think! If you don’t like it, I will do a re-write.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Youngjae x You

By Admin B

It was always a little nerve-wracking to go on a movie date with Youngjae, especially if the movie you were going to see was a comedy.

You loved absolutely everything about your boyfriend, and there was nothing you would change about him if given the opportunity. But... sometimes, his extremely loud, boisterous laugh was just a little embarrassing. Especially if he was the only one laughing in the movie theater.

But you always just sucked it up and went to see the movie with him, buying yourself an extra large popcorn and frozen Coke to help get you through your embarrassment. And maybe, if Youngjae had enough popcorn to eat, he wouldn’t laugh so loudly. (It never worked, but you kept trying, anyway).

You two found your seats near the back of the theater, talking quietly and absently eating popcorn until the movie started. You shifted your gaze around, a little relieved to see there weren’t too many other people in there with you. But, then again, that would just make it more obvious and easy to spot just who that person was laughing so loudly - your boyfriend.

Only about ten minutes into the movie, Youngjae had already identified himself as The Laugher. And you began to notice a few people turning around to glance at him.

And then, probably halfway through the movie, you could tell a couple in front of you were trying to decide whether or not to say something. You pressed your lips together, taking a deep breath and muttering “Please don’t do this.”

But the guy stood up, turned around, and said “Can you stop, man? You’re laughing really loudly and disrupting the movie!”

You stood up immediately, reaching your hand into your popcorn bucket to grab some. “IT’S A COMEDY, DUMBASS, HE’S SUPPOSED TO LAUGH,” you yelled.

Youngjae grabbed your sleeve, pulling you back down and covering your mouth.

“Why? Why do you always do that?” Youngjae whispered.

“Because!” you whispered back. “You should be allowed to laugh as loudly as you want!”

“But I thought my laughing embarrassed you!”

“It does! But only I’m allowed to ask you to stop! Anyone else who does gets yelled at!”

Youngjae simply sighed, shaking his head before leaning in and kissing your cheek.

“I love you,” he murmured against your skin.

“I love you, too.” And then you stuck your tongue out at the stupid jerk who dared tell your boyfriend to stop laughing.

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kpop-hive · 3 years ago

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Injured from Sex- Got7

Jaebeom- You woke up to the soft sounds of the birds chirping. Jaebeom was sleeping soundly next to you when all of a sudden you felt a sting on your ass, you winced in pain, Jaebeom immediately woke up after the small whimpers left from your lips smiling first but then it immediately changed when he saw your expressions. “Was I too rough last night?” He asked with a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah kinda, but it’s okay.” You smiled. Jaebeom cuddled you, his hands soothing over the sore skin of your ass as you felt the warmness of his body. “I’ll try to not go harder on you next time beautiful.”

Mark- You woke up with soreness spread across your hips when you woke up from a deep sleep, you tried to turn on your other side but it was the same affect. Curious, you got up and walked to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror, with heavy eyes, you lifted the oversized shirt of your boyfriend to see the prominent bruises on both of your hips, fingerprint shaped and slightly sore. You felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, and like clockwork Mark saw the bruises on your skin. “I’m sorry I did that to you, you just make me go crazy.” He said before kissing your neck making you smile. “You look good in my shirt too.” He smirked before dragging you back to bed with him.

Jackson- In your mind, Jackson has a switch implanted in him that he can turn on or off when it comes to roughness in the bed, so it wasn’t an unknown circumstance when you woke up to sore legs the morning after. You used to be very flexible, but when you stopped stretching and doing yoga like you used to you lost that slight edge in yourself, but you still did it, along with the compromising positions and the overstimulation you received you knew how your legs would feel in the morning. Hopping out of bed, you wobbled to the bathroom while Jackson let out a small chuckle before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to start a warm bath for you. “You need to stretch a little more babe.” He sighed.

Jinyoung- You swore your hair felt like it was caught in a vacuum cleaner when you woke up from your sleep. Jinyoung went a little too rough last night as he gripped your hair as he thrusted into you from behind, he is usually rough with you, and you are able to take it, but you guess your hair was just extra sensitive last night so you knew when you attempted to detangle your hair that your scalp would be too sore, and you didn’t want to cause breakage to your strands from all the unnecessary tension. You walked back into the bedroom with your hair in a bun, Jinyoung looking a little confused. “I thought you leaving your hair down?” “I was until a certain someone decided to pull my hair a little too hard last night.” You replied. He chuckled before walking up to you to kiss you before issuing you an apology.

Youngjae- One thing about Youngjae is that he is very passionate about you and your body. He takes time knowing all of your sweet and sensitive spots so it was no surprise to you when you walked to the bathroom to see the red-purple marks that grazed your neck all over, many near each other in the same spots as well as a few on the back of your neck. You loved how territorial Youngjae was over you, but you hated how much they hurt to the touch and the covering them up with concealer for work method as well. You slightly jumped when you felt a warm damp towel on the back of your neck, Youngjae stood proudly holding the towel to your neck before kissing your lips. “Sorry I was too rough on you, I only wanted people to know that you’re mine.” He smiled.

BamBam- You woke up and looked at the heating pad sitting in the chair from across the room. You woke up with an aching pain in your back from last night. When BamBam said he would fuck you into the mattress he was not joking at all. The throbbing pain got worse as you thought about it. Finally, you got up reaching for the heating pad and took it to your bed. Ready to plug it in, BamBam woke up quickly enough to see you getting back to bed as you waited for the pad to heat up, placing underneath your back. “Back still hurt?” He asked slightly awake. “Yeah.” You sighed. “Well instead of a heating pad, how about a nice hot bath?” “Do you plan on making my back hurt more?” You asked. “I wasn’t planning to, but if you insist…” He replied. “Fuck it, it’s worth it.” You said ready to start the bath.

Yugyeom- It was one thing to have sex with Yugyeom, it was another thing to challenge his skills and stamina. You knew this boy was a dancer, and that he was incredibly awesome in bed because of that, but due to your proudness, you challenged him to a stamina battle which you completely failed at, but what was worse was the aching pain you felt between your legs the morning after. You could barely keep your legs closed because it was causing to much friction. You slowly sat up, ready to walk to the bath, but your legs had faltered. Yugyeom saw the intense state you were in felt bad. He quickly came to you, picked you up, and laid you back in bed. “Yugyeom what are you-” “Shh, let me take care of you.” He said moving his mouth lower to your sore core.

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3raaaachachacha · 3 years ago

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1:01 am

Im Jaebeom x female reader / 503 words / angst / fluff

Warnings: cursing, miscommunication, mentions of anxiety

66. “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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It was late, but you were hoping your boyfriend would return home soon. He had moved companies to finally create the music he wanted without being constantly criticized for his unique taste. It was one of the happiest you had ever seen Jaebeom, even though he would be parting from the boys for a bit to create music alone, he knew it would be worth it and you would be there to support him until they returned.

You opened Twitter to see a shocking headline, ‘GOT7’s JB seen at the airport to move to the US after signing with Universal Records’. You felt your body begin to shake with anxiety. It had been a few days since you last saw Jaebeom since he was at the company making music, but you never once thought he would leave for the States without telling you? You jumped up from your shared bed, grabbing your jacket and purse and running out the door. You looked like a mess yet you could care less. You knew he had signed with Universal Records after leaving JYP, but moving to another continent? He wouldn’t, not without telling you.

You tried calling him over and over again, only to be met by his answering tone each time, “What the fuck is going on JB?” You quickly made your way into this company building, scanning your pass before moving towards the elevator to find which room he was in, hoping to god he actually wasn’t at the airport.

“Jaebeom! JB! Where are you?” You cried, feeling the hot tears rolling down your pink cheeks, “Baby, where are you? Please tell me you didn’t actually leave,” You continued to sob as you fell to the ground in the hallway.

You heard a door open before a pair of hands were placed on your back and then wrapped around you, “Y/N? Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s so late. Are you okay? Why are you crying baby?” You lifted your head to see your boyfriend staring down at you with panic in his eyes as he examined your face to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You threw yourself into his chest, tightly holding onto him as if he was to leave and never come back, “Please don’t leave! I saw the headline of you leaving to the States and you didn’t answer my calls.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” He hugged you even tighter, wanting to show you how sorry he was, “That was a rumor the media outlets made up since I was at the airport recently to get a new passport for when we go and visit Mark next. I wouldn’t just leave like that, especially without telling you,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sniffled up at him.

“Please never leave me. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” You tried your best not to cry anymore.

Jaebeom smiled down at you before placing a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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juyoens · 4 years ago

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coffee, waffles, & the boy next door | eric sohn

summary: you’re not really into this whole adulting thing yet, but now you have two things to look forward to: the new guy next door who keeps jokingly asking you to dinner every time you see each other, and the person who found out they’ve been unintentionally stealing your favorite waffles at the cafe and has started telling the baristas to leave notes on your coffee being all cocky about it. pairing: eric sohn x gn!reader ft. some tbz members making cameos pairing: slice of life, romance :p warnings: you & co. def say ‘fuck’ at some point, you and eric are kind of crazy, horrible attempt at comedy

It’s been over a year since you moved into your new apartment, which has you over the moon because 1. You live alone now and you can do whatever you want, and 2. It makes you totally feel like a legit adult….if such a term even exists.

And as for the third reason, well…..

“Y/N!” The cheerful, hearty voice that always greets you as you make your way back from work belongs to Eric Sohn, your next door neighbor.

“Hey! D’you have a good day?” you plastered a smile on your face once you turned to him. Ever since you moved in he has always greeted you, some days even helping you carry your groceries inside since he knows you live alone.

The routine of asking each other about how your days went had gotten you two standing outside your apartment doors for like 30 minutes while you just kind of….awkwardly held onto your key already inside the keyhole.

But you were always so immersed into your conversations with Eric, having the positive energy of someone so funny and cheerful constantly around you be such a contrast to your days at work where you’re still trying to get the hang of things. In summary, you’ve grown fond of your neighbor. Your really really really cute neighbor.

There’s always this one line that he says though that catches you off guard each time.

“What if....you went to dinner with me?" jokingly, of course.

You’re not sure how he even manages to casually slip that in each time and why he does so jokingly, but it always ends in the two of you bursting out into laughter before waving goodnight and getting inside your respective apartments.

“They’re clearly interested, who the fuck asks that everyday?” a co-worker of yours, Chanhee, says with simple directness as the two of you walk inside the nearby cafe before heading to work.

“There’s no…..way. Fuck!" your smile slips as soon as you reach the display of pastries, seeing your favorite waffles filled to the brim with cream, gone, once again. Just like every other day.

It shouldn’t piss you off this much, but the baristas know about your whole struggle and have told the person who keeps getting them ahead of you all about it, leading to them having the baristas leave messages for them whenever they hand out your coffee.

Chanhee simply lets out a chuckle as you let out a gloomy sigh. The usual barista working the morning shift and the reason behind this weird waffle war starting, Younghoon, gives you an awkward grin as you walk up to the counter.

“The usual, Younghoon. Thanks.” you order, and he doesn’t say anything and just gets to work with it. You watch with an annoyed look as you watch him place the post-it note on your coffee cup.

“Well, well, what’s it gonna be this time,” Chanhee mocks as Younghoon hands over the cup to you. “Thanks….Younghoon.” you force a smile at him, and he simply shrugs. “You were just late by 2 minutes, y’know.”

“We really shouldn’t have stopped in the middle of the sidewalk just to talk about my cute neighbor,” you turn to Chanhee with a disappointed look.

“There are other waffles in the city, you know that right?”

“It’s not like this one though.”

Chanhee rolls his eyes at you at how ridiculous and funny he found this whole situation, while you look down at your coffee cup and take the sticky note off.

I won again! You should get here earlier, they sell out fast, if you haven’t figured that out yet ;)

“I do know that!” you huff, and Chanhee nudges you to tell you that you just said that out loud and now the people behind you are just giving you weird looks, but you completely ignore that and just get out of there.

The day passes by with you forgetting the whole thing like you usually do, and you write a mental note to yourself that you’ll be there earlier tomorrow, which, you’ve wrote so many of that your brain is on overload with the same note being written every single day only for you to not succeed and get that damn waffle every morning.

There’s something good to look forward to, at least.

“Y/N!” The familiar voice is like music to your ears at this point. “We seem to always get off work at the same time, no?” he chuckles.

“How was your day? I don’t really have much to tell on my part, but there’s this really funny person who keeps trying to get the waffle at the cafe across the street from where I work, and I do feel bad but also those are my favorite so I’ve just found it fun to leave them-”

“What?” your eyes widen and your voice raises at him, cutting off his babbling. "That was you?!”

Eric drew his eyebrows for a second in confusion, before terror overtook his face as soon as he realised what you were implying.

“Y-You….Oh my god. That was you, Y/N?”

“I asked you that first! You mean to tell me I’ve been so friendly with the guy who's been stealing my waffles for the past months?!”

“I didn’t steal them!”

The two of you bicker, your voices echoing through the halls before some guy named Sunwoo peeks his head out his apartment door and tells you two to shut the fuck up or at least lower your voices.

Now with your little argument interrupted, the two of you mutter your apologies to the poor guy before turning back to one another in awkward silence, unsure how to return to it.

After a few seconds of silence, you tried to stifle a laugh, before bursting out into laughter. “What?”

“We just...argued about waffles.” you breathed out, making Eric burst into a fit of laughter with you.

Your neighbors probably think the two randos who were just loudly arguing about waffles and now laughing like maniacs in the hallway are batshit insane, but you two couldn’t even care less about that right now.

“Ok, well, I’m really sorry about the notes thing. I promise tomorrow I’ll let you have it. If only I had known that was you….” he says, making the effort to sound assuring.

“It’s fine. I don’t care now that I know who’s been doing that,” you assured, letting out a chuckle. But then, a bright idea. This was your chance to get that dinner that you wanted.

“Although,” you begin, Eric’s head suddenly jerking back in your direction. “Since you’ve been jokingly asking me to dinner all this time, you should get on that for compensation.”

Eric grins. “That wasn’t a joke at all. I just kept doing it since you…..kept laughing it off."

Great. Good to know you both are crazy and really fucking oblivious.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. As payment for that, I’ll be getting the waffle again tomorrow.”

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hwangyeonjun · 3 years ago

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how you met each other (GOT7)

MARK TUAN

working in a restaurant was not the best choice you’ve made in life but it did pay a good amount of money. although dealing with rude and obnoxious customers was making you question if you really need that much money.

it was already 9pm, which means you were closing in an hour. you were patiently following every minute that passed by until your coworker asked you to take an order from the group of guys that recently came in.

as soon as you got closer to them, a tall and slim looking guy caught your attention. he was attractive and had a nice smile which made you smile as well. he looked kinda shy while telling what he wants, which you found adorable and felt more relaxed knowing that you won’t end the night with dumb guys trying to flirt with you.

after work, when you walked out of the building, the same guy was standing near it, searching for something in his phone. he looked at you and you offered him a polite smile and walked past him until his voice stopped you from going any further.

“hey”

you turned around, he was rubbing the back of his neck nervously and tried to avoid eye contact. “i’m sorry if this is weird but would like to grab a drink with me?”

if someone had said to you yesterday that you would be accepting an offer from a stranger to have a drink with him at 10pm you would have laughed and told them that you’re not that stupid. but here you are, nodding your head. “sure, i’m y/n by the way”

“mark”

LIM JAEBEOM

living alone was starting to feel suffocating and boring. you always planned on adopting a cat but never got the courage to actually do it. all it took was a cute cat video for you to take the keys of your car and drive to the nearest adoption centre.

one of the hardest decision was is to choose which one because if you could, you would have adopted the whole centre. but as soon as your eyes landed on a cute grey kitten with his left ear cut in a half, you knew that this is the one.

“well he’s a bit incomplete” you heard a male voice beside you chuckling.

you weren’t able to take your eyes off the cat, smiling softly before answering. “we are all incomplete in our own ways, but you can’t always see it”

jaebeom widened his eyes a little at your answer. he loved your thinking and before he could think about his next actions he was already extending his hand. “i’m jaebeom”

you looked at the stranger beside you and his warm smile unconsciously made you shake his hand. “i’m y/n”

JACKSON WANG

you were calmly trying to pick a wine you’ll be drinking tonight until you felt a strong smell of alcohol appear next to you and an older man, who could be your father, smiling creepily at you.

“this is the best one” he pointed at the red wine on the shelf.

you smiled politely. “thank you”

“planning on having a good friday night, eh?” he chuckled and stepped closer to you, making you immediately back away a bit.

“uhm, yeah” you answered, obviously uncomfortable.

“want some company?” he persisted and before you could answer, you felt an unfamiliar arm drop on your shoulders, making you jump a little and look at the stranger.

“are you done, sweetheart?” the good looking stranger looked at you and smiled, his eyes signalling you to play along.

“y-yeah, almost” you smiled back at him.

the older man immediately backed away, muttering a small “sorry”. you exhaled the air you didn’t know you were holding in.

“thank you so much” you thanked and bowed politely at the guy when his arm left you.

“it’s my pleasure. i was in the next aisle and heard your voices, instantly knew that something was wrong” he chuckled lightly and his smile amazed you, he trully was gorgeous.

“i’m y/n” the sudden burst of confidence came out of nowhere but it was too late to back down now.

“jackson” he nodded.

“you practically saved me here, jackson. how could i repay you?”

“well normally i wouldn’t ask anything, but how about you repay me by having a glass of wine with me?”

PARK JINYOUNG

you loved being a makeup artist, especially when you work on a set of a drama. you have a lot of opportunities to meet great people and in general, the environment around you brings you comfort.

you got hired to do makeup for a new drama and of course you were nervous seeing the actors for the first time. you always want to make a good impression and do a good job.

so when you looked at the first actor who sat down in the chair in front of you, your heart skipped a beat. he was handsome to the point where you might drool a bit.

“h-hello” your voice was shaky which made you want to slap yourself. you cleared your throat before continuing “i’m y/n and i’m going to be your makeup artist”

he smiled warmly at you and nodded. “nice to meet you, y/n. i’m jinyoung”

CHOI YOUNGJAE

you hate getting up early. but what you hate more is being late to work which was exactly what happened. without any breakfast or coffee you ran out of your house, almost forgetting to lock the doors.

a good thing is that your work is not that far from your house, so you always walk but in this case you had to run while making sure you have everything you need in your bag at the same time.

so that’s why you didn’t look where you were running until you bumped into a person and fell down on your butt painfully. “shit, i’m so sorry”

you looked at the person in front of you, who was offering his hand to help with an apologetic look. “i should be the one to apologise, i ran into you” you accepted his hand and stood up back on your feet.

“but you were clearly in a hurry, i should have gotten out of your way” he answered as he picked up your bag from the ground and gave it to you.

“oh shit yeah, i’m late for wo-” you were cut off by your phone ringing and when you saw your boss name pop up, your heart skipped a beat. “fuck, fuck, my boss is calling, what should i do?”

“answer it. you can blame me if you want” he giggled.

you shakily answered your phone and immediately started apologising for being late, telling excuse after excuse, until he interfered and told you that there’s no work today because of some technical issues no one is able to work so he called a day off.

after the call ended, you looked at the stranger who was still standing, looking at you curiously. you just now noticed how handsome he is. “so?”

“my boss called the day off” you let out a relieved sigh and he cheered quietly.

“that’s good, now you can relax and stop knocking yourself down” he smirked. you laughed at him and nodded.

“i��m sorry, i should have looked where i was going” you properly apologised and sticked out your hand. “i’m y/n”

he gladly shook it with a big smile. “youngjae”

BAMBAM

it was one of your friends birthday and she was throwing a huge party, meaning that there were friends of friends of friends. from the huge house you only knew about ten people and being around bunch of drunk people was not pleasing.

you grabbed yourself a cup of beer and decided that it’s enough for you. getting drunk around strangers was not safe. so you walked around the house, trying to find a quiet spot to hide until you saw a huge balcony with a sign ‘don’t go in if you’re drunk’ which made you laugh considering that no one will be able to read it.

fortunately for you, it was empty and it had two chairs which you sat on. you sighed relieved and looked up to the sky, smiling to yourself when you saw a full moon and stars surrounding it. your favourite view. you got so lost in the moment that you didn’t even hear when someone came in. “mind if i join before i lose my mind?”

you looked at the guy and nodded. “of course”

he sat down on the empty chair in front of you. you stayed quiet for a while and it was surprisingly comfortable. “did you see the sign?” he suddenly spoke up with a chuckle.

you laughed and licked your lips. “yeah, very convenient”

“what are you doing here all alone, by the way?”

“hiding from drunk strangers. what about you?”

“same reason” he laughed. “i’m bambam, birthday girl’s friend’s friend”

you laughed. again. it felt nice having someone with you who wasn’t trying to get you wasted and drag to the bedroom. and he was funny too. “i’m y/n. birthday girl’s friend”

“so y/n, it looks like we are going to be here for a while, so tell me about yourself”

KIM YUGYEOM

you always liked walking around in the park since you were young. it was a place where everyone seemed happy and enjoying themselves. kids laughing and playing, adults going on a date or catching up, dogs barking and running around with their tongues out. it’s a place where you can relax.

you sat down on the nearest bench, to enjoy a bit of sunlight, smiling when the wind messed up your hair a bit. you almost jumped from your seat when you felt someone brush against your legs until you saw a small pomeranian puppy happily wiggling his tail at you.

“hi little guy” you cooed bending down to pet him which he happily accepted, licking your hand. “are you lost?” you tried to look for a name tag on his collar but failed when he barked and jumped on the bench.

the puppy climbed on your lap, trying to reach your face so he could lick it which made you giggle.

“dalkyum!” you heard a loud male voice. “ah, there you are” you looked at the guy. he was tall and handsome, he had tattoos which perfectly completed his look. “i am so so sorry. he never runs off, i don’t know what happened” the guy immediately started apologising.

“it’s okay. i think me and dalkyum became friends” you chuckled, watching as the puppy practically ignored his owner and curled up on your lap.

“yeah and i think now he likes you better than me” he laughed. “mind if i sit next to you? i’ve been running around the park for the last ten minutes”

“no, yeah sure. since dalkyum looks tired too, might as well relax yourself”

he sat down next you, giving a pat on his dog head before shaking his own head. “he usually doesn’t like strangers. he even sometimes avoids my friends. what’s your secret?”

“oh you now, i’m just lovable” you joked, smiling widely.

“i’m yugyeom and since we ended up in this situation, mind grabbing a cup of coffee with me, lovable girl?”

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HUSBAND GOT7 A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Choi Youngjae

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Usually when the two of you are alone is when Youngjae will remind you how much you mean to him the most, when you’re around others, he’s still a little shy with his affection, saving most of it for when you’re alone together.

B ⇴ BOYS

The boys love having you around because of how much Youngjae loves having you around. If you’re never not in attendance for something, they’re demanding that Youngjae invites you immediately, not wanting for you to miss out, whilst also knowing how much it happier it makes Youngjae whenever you’re there too.

C ⇴ COMFORT

You both understand each other so well, whenever one of you feel down, the other can always help to pick them back up. The two of you both definitely have your ups and downs when you’re alone, and can both tell when the other is upset, no matter how often sometimes you want to keep things bottled up from each other.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

Together the two of you made a great team when it came to being domesticated, often doing your jobs together. You preferred to do everything in one go, and so quite a lot of the time you would grab your speaker and bring it into the room that the two of you were working in so that you could still enjoy yourselves whilst you got your jobs ticked off one by one, messing around with each other in between.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

Before he proposed to you, Youngjae was terrified. Although he didn’t doubt for a second that you would say yes, he was nervous that something would end up going wrong. Before he proposed, he had plenty of reassurance from the boys especially who were more than happy to assure Youngjae that nothing would go wrong, and especially assure him that he didn’t have to worry about anything going wrong with you.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Youngjae’s favourite thing about you was that you just let him be himself. There had definitely been moments when he doubted himself, he wasn’t oblivious to the things written about him in articles and discussed in interviews. But, if there was one person who he could truly be himself around, who never made him feel as if he had to change a single thing about himself, then that person was most definitely you.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

The two of you definitely preferred spending time at home and shutting yourselves out from the rest of the world. On the days when you didn’t have to do anything, you would only go out to walk Coco, and sometimes grab a few things from the store so that you could head home and enjoy the rest of the day in the comfort of home.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

Having a honeymoon wasn’t too big a deal for either of you, and so instead of going away just the two of you, you invited both of your families, making the most of it as a chance for everyone to get to know each other better as quite a few of your relatives only met each other for the first time whilst at your wedding.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Every day, without fail, Youngjae made sure to remind you that he loved you. After the very first day he met you, Youngjae knew that he was going to be appreciative for having you in his life, and that was something that he never forgot to make sure that you knew too, forever reminding you how much you meant to him.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

You understood that Youngjae wasn’t the most confident person in the world from the start of your relationship, and even after the two of you got married, he had his doubts. Youngjae didn’t know quite what he did to get as lucky as he did with you, as even after you got married and he still got jealous, you continued to understand, and always made sure to reassure him when you could tell he was uncomfortable too.

K ⇴ KIDS

Both of your families didn’t pressure you at all to start a family of your own, with the exception of Youngjae’s nieces and nephews. They couldn’t wait for the two of you to give them cousins, constantly badgering Youngjae especially wanting to know when the two of you would finally start a family for them.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

The two of you loved your lazy days, there was nothing better then when the two of you could wake up together and know that you had absolutely nothing to do for the day. The two of you pushed every limit that you could on your lazy days, getting up only when you had to, completing your few chores when you had to; the only job you were quick to do throughout the day being the job to order yourselves some food.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

You ended up usually being the one to have to wake Youngjae up as he had a terrible habit of sleeping through his alarm. You tend to have to shake him away to stop him from snoring for a moment so that you can yell out his name and make sure that he can hear you, watching on as he jumps up awake.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

The nights for the two of you are very relaxing and slow, giving you both the time that you need to feel ready for bed. You tend to do whatever feels right, not following too much of a routine, depending on how tired you are.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Youngjae was obsessed with you, it was difficult for him to ever pinpoint one wrong thing about you, although every couple had their moments, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to get to be with you.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that Youngjae appreciated the most were most definitely the ones when you were there for him. It didn’t matter how big of a problem he was facing; he always knew that he could turn to you and that you’d be help him out to the best of your capabilities, which was what he appreciated the most.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

When he is feeling a little bit low, Youngjae will never shy away from reaching out and asking you for help. You’re one of just a few people that he trusts to help him, and he knows that you won’t stop until you cheer him up.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

You were left stunned on your wedding day when Youngjae surprised you with a song that he had written especially for you. After getting help from the boys to put his lyrics into a song, with all six of them as backing vocalists on the big day, Youngjae pulled off the ultimate surprise by dedicating his work to you.

S ⇴ SILENCE

Being quiet for too long often worried Youngjae a little, although he didn’t need loud noise all of the time, when things felt a little too silent, his mind began to wonder. If he began to fret, Youngjae would quickly talk to you so that he could ease his mind and reassure himself that there was no reason to worry.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Youngjae’s tip for making everything work was that he always made sure to be there for you, as you were for him, you had built up a huge amount of trust in each other over time that you never felt for anyone else.

U ⇴ UPSET

If either of you were upset, the other would be able to tell straight away, picking up on the signs as you learnt more about each other.

V ⇴ VISITS

You both loved having Youngjae’s nieces and nephews visit you, often using them as practice for when the two of you would eventually settle down, learning as much as possible about kids before having your own.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

The only thing that Youngjae wished for was that things would never change, he loved things as they were without any changes needed.

X ⇴ XXXX

Usually when the two of you are by yourselves is when Youngjae kisses you the most, even in private he still gets shy about being affectionate with you, but he always goes far too red to ever kiss you to much in public.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his rock, without you Youngjae knew he wouldn’t be able to do what he did now.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Over time, Youngjae’s sleep talking surprisingly ended up growing on you, as you adapted, you found something quite comforting in being able to fall asleep to the sound of his voice, even if he was just talking nonsense.

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