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katyleen · 3 months ago

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Things Are Brighter With You

Pairing: Youngjae x reader

Genre: a little angst(?), fluff

Warnings: none

Synopsis: someone asked you for a favor and that lead you to meet Youngjae. You couldn’t help but feel drawn towards him but it appears that he’s interested in someone else. Will you try to make him realize your feelings for him or will you stay silent?

A/n: i don’t really know what his role is because I thought he’s in charge of the lighting but we can also see him performing on stage too? But in this story I’m gonna make him as someone who’s in charge of the lighting only. Also the girl in the m/v will show up here too but I don’t know her name so I’ll call her Kim Chaerin here.

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A school festival is going to be held soon so everyone is either busy with the preparations or busy talking about it in excitement. From what you heard, there will be a play and you can’t wait to see it.

Even now, you can see people rushing back and forth with documents on their hands, someone carrying boxes, props, etc. Everyone are always giving it their all to best the previous performances. You hum silently, passing everyone else and stuck in your own world until you hear someone calling out for you.

“Y/n, wait!!”

You turned to see one of your classmate, running up to you. She stops in front of you and catches her breath for a minute before looking at you.

“Sorry, I’ve been running around the school. Anyways, can you pleaseeee do me a favor? I need to give these equipments to someone but then I remembered that I have practice for the performance choreography.” You looked at the poor girl as she keeps on rambling about her situation. You feel bad because she has a lot on her plate, and also because you know she is one of the kindest girl you’ve ever met in this school.

“Sure, you helped me a lot in class before so this is the least I can do.” You smiled at the girl, reaching to grab the box she’s holding in her hands. You didn’t expect it to be heavy but thankfully you manage to not drop it.

“Thank you so much Y/n. I gotta go now, see you later!” She bids goodbye, running away to her practice. You sighed lightly, shaking your head at the girl. It takes you a while before you realized something.

“Wait who am I giving this to again?”

****

You forgot to ask her about who’s the box for, so you make your own assumption and go straight to the auditorium, where the performance will be held. You opened the door, expecting to see someone but just to your luck, no one is there. You step inside, hoping to catch someone inside, not realizing that there’s actually someone behind you as you’re looking around the auditorium.

“Woah there!”

You bumped into someone and almost dropped the box. You managed to catch it just in time, and the other person with you also reached out to catch the box, your hands brushing against each other. You flinch slightly, feeling the electric touch before looking up at the person. You almost gasped at how handsome he looks. You can’t believe there’s someone this good looking and you’ve never met him before. You snapped out of it when you hear him chuckle.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see where I was going.” You apologized. He laughed while shaking his head. God he’s cute.

“No no I shouldn’t have stood right behind you anyways. It’s also my fault.” He said. Now that you look at him more closely , he has a tall body and he gives off a very comfortable aura. “May I ask who you are and what you’re doing here?” He asked, breaking your inner analysis of him. You looked down, too nervous to look at him.

“Uh-someone told me to give this box to someone. I don’t know who should receive this but she said this is a box of equipments?” You explained. His eyes lit up and he beamed at you, making a hand gesture that he knows what you mean.

“Ah, I think you’re looking for me. See, I asked someone to bring the equipments for the lighting.” He then took the box from your hands, putting it on the floor and opened it. Sure enough, it is filled with lighting equipments.

“Oh, well I didn’t expect to find you so easily.” You sheepishly admitted. “So you’re in charge of the lightings for the performance then?” You asked, making sure you’re on the right track. He nodded his head, explaining that he’s actually the lighting director. He then grabbed the box again and lift it up, looking at you.

“Well I gotta go deal with the lightings now. You don’t have to stay here any longer. Not like there’s anything to do here.” Just as he’s about to walk away, without thinking you blurted out, “Can I stay here with you? I wanna see how you do it.”

You groaned internally, feeling embarrassed. What were you thinking?! You’re just going to slow down his progress if you stay with him. Not wanting to bother the boy, you immediately take your words back.

“On second thought I don’t wanna bother you. You’re probably busy as it is and I’m just going to be in your way so I’m gonna go now-“

“I don’t mind.” He replied, stopping you from leaving. You look at him, unsure whether he means it or not. He noticed, and gave you a reassuring look that honestly could make you melt right there and then if possible. “I’ll be alone anyways so you can keep me company. Maybe I can show you how things work too if you want.” He suggested. Feeling like you couldn’t miss out this opportunity, you agreed to stay.

He took you upstairs and started putting away the equipments from the box. He showed you how to put the lights, how to adjust it, and you listened to him. You sometimes asked him about something and he gladly answered you. You don’t know this, but he feels happy that you’re actually listening and not just half-heartedly. You paid attention to what he’s saying, even helped him adjust the other lights.

“You know, I still haven’t gotten your name.” He suddenly said, making you stopped what you’re doing.

“Ah I haven’t told you?” You awkwardly laughed, and he finds it endearing for some reason. “My name is Y/n. What about you?”

“I’m Youngjae. It’s nice to meet you Y/n.” The way he said your name has got your brain to short circuit. “Well I think we’re done for today. We’ve checked the lights so it should be good already.” You heard him say, and you can’t help but feel a bit disappointed that you have to say goodbye to him.

You’re reluctant to leave as he’s busy gathering his belongings. You don’t want to seem like you’re trying to stick close to him (even though you really want to befriend him) so you decided that leaving now is for the best.

“Hey, I’m just gonna go to my class. I left my bag there so I should go grab it and go home.” You said to him. He glanced at you, pausing for a bit.

“Oh do you want to go together? I can walk you home too if you want. It’s getting late already and I don’t feel comfortable with the idea of you walking alone.” He offered, his eyes look genuine. You feel flustered, too nervous to reply so you opted to nod your head instead. He grins at you and sped up his movements. Once he’s done, you both walk towards your classroom.

“Hey, you’re classroom is actually right next to mine.” He commented. Your eyes widen, suprised at the fact that he’s been near you this entire time.

You quickly went inside your classroom and packed your bag. Once you’re done, you turned to Youngjae, who’s waiting for you while leaning against the doorframe.

“Should we go now?”

The walk to your house is a bit awkward, none of you are talking. You desperately try to think of a topic to talk to him.

“So…why were you alone? I thought there would be others who should help you?” You asked, glancing at him. He looked at you, slightly surprised that the silence is broken.

“Ah, well some of them are either busy with their homeworks or straight up just go home immediately after school ends.” He answered, feeling annoyed that he almost had to do everything himself because none of them were willing to help him. “That’s why I’m thankful that you helped me earlier. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be getting it done this fast.”

You could feel your ears turning red, feeling giddy that he found you helpful.

“I don’t mind helping you again if you want.” You offered.

“Eh? You don’t have to, it’s fine really.” He insisted, he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to help him.

“No no, really I want to help you. Doing it alone would’ve been exhausting so it’s better to have more people, am I right?” You grin at him, satisfied at your answer. He sighed playfully, before accepting your offer.

“Actually, I wanna ask you something.”

You look at him, curious at what he has to say.

“Do you know Kim Chaerin? If I’m not mistaken she’s in the same class as you.”

You feel your heart drop, processing his words. Ah, of course he knows Chaerin. She was the one who asked you to give the box to Youngjae, she was the reason why you can meet Youngjae.

‘Of course…she’s very pretty and kind after all. It’s no wonder that he’s interested in her.’ You thought sadly. Wait, why are you thinking like this? He’s free to like anyone, and it’s none of your business since you’re not even close with him.

“Oh yeah I know her. Actually she was the one who asked me to deliver the box to you.” You can see his eyes lit up and he smiles wider. So you’re right, he does have a crush on her.

“Really? I didn’t know that. She must be busy with her practice huh? She should have taken it easy. Are you close with her?” He asked, wanting to know more about Chaerin.

“I wouldn’t say I’m close with her, but I do know some things about her.”

“Then can you please tell me about her preferences? I’m thinking of taking her somewhere to help her relax. She’s been stressed lately so I wanted to cool her down for a bit.” He rambles, while you listen and nod your head from time to time. You tell him what you know about her as he mentally keeps notes about the informations.

Eventually you reached your home, halting your conversation with Youngjae. You cleared your throat, and face him.

“Well this is my home. Thank you for walking with me Youngjae.” You thanked him, giving him a smile.

“No problem. Rest up, don’t stay up too late ok? See you tomorrow Y/n” he waved goodbye before walking away from your house. You stayed there until you can’t see him anymore. You sigh, dropping your bag on the floor and plop on your bed.

‘Why am I so sad at the fact that he likes Chaerin? Isn’t it a good thing that he likes someone so perfect as her?’ You asked yourself, groaning as the answer didn’t pop out in your head. You decided to not think about it any longer and take a shower.

****

You run towards the auditorium, almost bumping into another student. You yelped out a quick apology and continue to run.

‘How did I forget that I promised to help Youngjae?’

You keep running until you finally arrive. You take a minute to calm your breath before entering. There, you could see Youngjae already there.

“You’re actually here again. Are you ok? You look tired.” He went up to you, worried. You blinked, then let out a laugh sheepishly.

“I’m fine, I just ran here…”

“Why did you run? You could always take your time, there’s no need to rush.” He said slightly scolding you, grabbing a water bottle and giving it to you. “Here, have some water.”

You looked at him, then at the water bottle, then him again. Is he offering his drink? To you? Can this boy be any more of a gentleman than this???

“T-thank you…” you accepted his drink. You nervously drink the water and he smiles at you.

You then help Youngjae with his tasks. While helping him, you mindlessly started humming your favorite song quietly.

“Is that (song name)?”

You jumped, not expecting him to hear you.

“Yeah, it’s one of my favorite songs.” He gasped, his demeanor changing into excitement.

“No way, I also like this song! What other songs do you listen to?” Turns out, you have a lot in common with him. You both like the same songs, favorite artists, movies, that you both just instantly clicked with each other and conversations are pouring naturally. You both laugh over each other jokes and it went on until Youngjae declared today’s task is complete.

Now, you find yourself walking with Youngjae to your house. But instead of an awkward walk, you both manage to continue your conversation from earlier.

“Haha, he actually said that?” You asked while laughing.

“Yes! It was so funny I almost couldn’t keep myself from standing.” You laughed harder at that comment. Everything feels right at the moment and you’re content with this.

“Do you want to exchange numbers? You’re really fun to talk to and I consider you as my friend.” He asked you. You locked eyes with him, heart beating a little faster knowing that he wants to exchange numbers with you.

“Sure, why not? I see you as my friend too.”

Ever since then, both start to fall into a routine, after school is over, you go to help Youngjae, and after you’re done he walks you home. You start to see him often in school too, greeting whenever you pass each other, eating lunch together with him whenever the canteen is crowded. Because of that, you get to meet his close friends too, Dohoon and Jihoon. There’s never a dull moment with those two, you and Youngjae often laugh together at their antics.

It’s mostly fun, but there are times where you find yourself staring at Youngjae more often and how you notice a lot of little details about him. How he likes to clean up his messes immediately when he spills something, how he likes to cover his mouth whenever he laughs, how he makes hand gestures to make him look more animated when he talks. You find him endearing and cute, but you can’t help but ask yourself, since when have you been paying attention to these kind of things about him?

It certainly doesn’t help when he asks for your help in order to get close to Chaerin. You often feel a pang in your heart every time he talks about her. You also notice how he sounds so lively when he talks about her. You feel jealous of her, wanting to be the one who he talks about. You always brush this thoughts off, and willing to help him with her.

****

One day, as you are walking towards the auditorium, you hear noises inside. Curious, you tried to listen, bringing your ear closer to the door. The longer you listen, the more you realize that it’s the sound of someone’s sniffling quietly, as if trying to keep it down to not be noticed by anyone. You quietly open the door, and look for the source of the sound.

You froze when you find yourself looking at Youngjae, who is sitting on the floor. Worried, you slowly walk towards him.

“Youngjae?”

His breath hitched, quickly rubbing his eyes to wipe his tears away before looking at you. He tried to smile at you, but seeing your worried expression made him falter, eyes watery again.

“Ah…Y/n…you’re a bit early than usual.” He said lowly, trying to not make it sound like he just cried. Of course you saw right through him, deciding to sit next to him.

“Youngjae…are you ok?” Those three words are the last straw as he let out a sob. You pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back in circle, letting him cry for a little longer. You feel him slowly hugging you back, head hiding in shoulder as he cries. You both stayed that way until he finally calms down. He pulled away gently from you, eyes slightly red.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked in a low voice. He hesitated, but opened his mouth anyways.

“I-it’s just…it’s been a bad day. I woke up late today, and then I was scolded by the teacher in front of the class. After that, I realized that I left my book in my house and I was scolded again. I also forgot to bring my wallet so I couldn’t buy lunch, I couldn’t find Dohoon and Jihoon too… and after classes ended I went to talk to the ones who are supposed to help me but they refused to listen to me…” he explained.

He usually never lets something like this bothers him, but with the amount of wrong things happening today, he feels drained and stressed. You understand him, knowing that he had it rough.

“I know it’s silly to let these things affect me like this…” you cut him off, not wanting him to feel bad for something he couldn’t possibly have control over.

“Youngjae, it’s perfectly fine to feel that way. You must’ve been stressed from today and your duties but you still managed to overcome it. You’re really strong, but it’s ok to let yourself cry. It’s better to let it all out, and look…” you try to make him look at you. “You’ve cried and talked it out with me. Doesn’t it make you feel lighter now?” You said, comforting him.

He looked at you, and you’re right. He feels a lot better now that he lets it go, no longer bottling up his feelings. He laughs weakly, eyes looking at yours. Have your eyes always shined so brightly?

“Yeah…thank you for listening to me.” He thanked you, his voice filled with gratitude towards you.

“No problem, what are friends for?” You replied back. His chest suddenly feels tighten after that comment, feeling discomfort over it. He shakes it off, brushing it as an after effect from crying earlier.

“Now come on, follow me.” You said, grabbing his hand and pulled him with you. He’s surprised, but luckily managed to balance himself.

“Where are we going?” He asked, raised an eyebrow at you. You turned slightly to look at him and gave him a grin. “You said you didn’t eat lunch, so I’m buying you food now.”

His eyes widen, you’re offering to buy him lunch?

“You don’t have to! Really, I’ll be fine.” He tried to convince you otherwise, but you’re being stubborn and refuse to listen to him.

You then forced him to pick anything he wants, waiting for him to pick something. Reluctantly, he chose something and you paid for his food. He couldn’t stop thanking you, saying how he’ll pay you back tomorrow but you refused and instead told him to eat.

“You know…I’m really thankful for you.” He said after shallowing his food. You sighed jokingly.

“Aish, you don’t need to keep thanking me, it’s just lunch-“he cut you off.

“No, not that. Well yes that too, but thank you for earlier…for lending me your ears and shoulder…” he said, hiding his face with his hands as he felt his face getting warmer. You smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but stare at you for a moment.

“Your welcome. Like I said, that’s what friends are for.”

****

“You like him don’t you?”

You snapped your head towards Dohoon, who’s already looking at you. You, Dohoon and Jihoon are sitting together while looking at Youngjae talking to Chaerin.

“What are you talking about? I don’t like him.” Jihoon let out a laugh, but quickly stop when he realizes you were serious.

“Wait seriously? You’re actually serious?” You rolled your eyes, giving an unimpressed look.

“Why do you think I like him? I only think of him as a friend. Besides..” you glance at Youngjae, who seemingly made a joke based on Chaerin’s reaction who’s laughing. “…he’s interested in someone else. Which is good because I’m sure Chaerin is a good person and they look good together.” It sounded forced from the way you said it.

“She may be nice, but is she really the one for him?” Dohoon questioned. He knew from the way you look at Youngjae and the way you act around him. Even though you don’t realize it, he knows that you care deeply for Youngjae, and he can’t help but wanting to support you. Jihoon also realized this, as he once saw you buying watermelons for Youngjae when he was feeling down.

“You know you have a chance right? He might be interested in her, but his feelings can change.” Jihoon helped Dohoon make a point. They both want to see you happy, they don’t want you to give on your feelings.

“Seriously guys, I don’t like him that way. We’re just friends, nothing more.” You still denied, refusing to acknowledge the reason why your heart aches when you only mentioned him as a friend.

The two boys could only sigh and let you be. They decided to change the topic into something lighter. Your eyes still drawn towards Youngjae from time to time, but look away when he slightly leans towards Chaerin to pat her head.

You don’t know why they keep saying that, your relationship with Youngjae is purely platonic. And you’re also helping him to get closer with Chaerin. Still, it confuses you that sometimes your heart feels like it wants something more.

It is only after this one day that you can’t ignore your feelings anymore, finally realizing why you’ve been feeling drawn to Youngjae and hurt whenever he talks about Chaerin.

“Hey Y/n, wait for me!”

You stopped walking, waiting for Youngjae to catch up.

“Please tell me you’re free tomorrow.” You raised an eyebrow at this, confused at his words. Since tomorrow is Saturday and you’ve done your homework, you have nothing to do.

“Yeah I am. Why?” You asked.

He looked around, making sure no one would be able to hear him before leaning towards you, which made your heart skipped a beat.

“Do you want to come with me to a cafe I’ve found out recently?” He whispered, and you blushed, not expecting him to ask you out-

“I want to know whether it’ll be a perfect place to come with Chaerin, and I really need your opinion about this.” Hearing this broke your heart, and also embarrassed that you assumed unnecessary things. Why would he ask you out? Heck, why would you even assume that in the first place?

“Oh uh…sure, why not.” You said weakly, though it seems like he didn’t notice, too busy with his little celebration.

****

“Woah, this place looks cute.” You commented, looking around in awe. The cafe that Youngjae mentioned has pastel colors, and the atmosphere feels warm. “How did you find this place?” You asked, turning to look at him.

He’s wearing a white shirt with a blue top, his sleeve rolled up to his elbows. He even styled his hair to look even nicer than usual, which honestly makes you fangirling inside over how attractive he looks.

“I was just scrolling on instagram when I stumbled upon a video about this place.” He shrugged, also looking around.

“I think I’m going to come to you for places recommendations from now on. You have great taste.” You giggled. You both found a place to sit and a waitress came to your table to give out the menu.

“Here’s the menu. And we have a special menu for couples if you’re interested.” You blushed at her words. Do you guys look like a couple in their eyes?

“Oh no, we’re actually just friends.” He explained, and your flustered demeanor shifted into disappointment. The waitress, embarrassed, apologizes for assuming. You and Youngjae then placed your orders and the waitress went away.

“When I was looking at the menu, I had a really hard time choosing. Everything looks so good here.” You said, trying to forget the incident.

“Same here, I really want to try everything here.” He said, laughing that you both have the same dilemma. You both continued to talk and joke around until the waitress is back with your orders.

You looked at your food and drinks, mouth open at how aesthetic it looks and definitely instagram-able. You take out your phone and click a quick photo of your order. You hear him chuckle, looking up from from your phone.

“What? This looks so good I almost feel bad for eating it.” You pouted at him. He shook his head and you both dig in. You’re enjoying your food so much, you didn’t realize that some of it is stuck in the corner of your mouth. Youngjae noticed though, and grabbed a tissue.

“Y/n, look here for a second.” You looked at him, and then stiffen up when he leaned forward to clean your face. You’re hoping that your blush isn’t too visible, and it seems like Youngjae snapped out of it, immediately pulled away.

“S-sorry, there was some food on your face…” he explained. You nodded your head, thanking him and went back to finishing your food. Your heart is still beating a little faster after that.

After you’re both done, you went to the cashier to pay. You were about to offer to split the bill, but Youngjae beat you to it, paying for the both of you.

“Eh? Youngjae, you don’t have to pay for me, we could’ve split the bill.” You said, feeling guilty that he paid for you. He just gave you a reassuring look.

“It’s ok, it’s my treat. Consider it as a thank you for coming with me today. I asked for your help after all.”

Oh. Right…the reason why he asked you to come is because he wants to check out the place to come with Chaerin…

“So what do you think? Do you think she’ll like it?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly nodding your head.

“Y-yeah, she’ll definitely like this place. It’s a nice place, and the food is delicious. Not to mention, the service is good too.” You explained, giving your opinion to him. He nodded his head, happy to find a nice place.

“Do you mind staying with me for a little longer? I also want to bring her somewhere around this area.” You agreed, and you find yourself walking with him in a crowded street. You didn’t know that this place is so popular, and you almost trip while bumping into someone.

Youngjae noticed your struggle, and without thinking, he put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and shielding you from people around you. You’re getting shy at the contact, but couldn’t help but feel safe in his arm. He guided you both to a store nearby and enter the place.

“Sorry, I didn’t think it would be so crowded.” He sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. You then noticed that you’re in a store full of cute items.

“Hey, I think you can bring her to this store. It’s full of cute stuff, and you can buy her something from here.” You suggested. His mouth made an ‘o’ shape, approving your suggestion. You both decided to check out the items. You occasionally showed Youngjae some of the characters you both know, and playfully wear silly glasses to make him laugh.

While putting away some silly accessories, your eyes caught a really cute bracelet on display. You wanted to buy it, but deciding that maybe it’ll be a waste of money to spend it on a bracelet. You stared at the bracelet for a little longer before you hear Youngjae calls for you.

“Y/n! Look here, isn’t this your favorite character?” You hurriedly come to his side to see what he’s showing you, smiling widely when he remembers it right.

You went around the area, occasionally went inside the stores that seemed interesting until the sky was getting darker.

“I’m sorry for keeping you this late. I guess time flies when you’re enjoying your time.” He said.

“It’s alright, we both had fun today and that’s all that matters.” You replied. “So are you planning to actually bring Chaerin here then?” You asked. He nods his head, smiling softly. You feel like you can stare at his face for eternity, but for some reason, you feel something out of place, like something is hurting.

“….so why do you Chaerin?” You covered your mouth after that, not expecting yourself to blurt of that question.

“Hmm? Well, she’s just so nice and kind to everyone around her. She doesn’t have to, but still she makes an effort to make everyone around her happy and I really admire that trait of her.” The way he talks about her is so sweet, and he had this fond look on his face.

“Did you know that I actually met her through Dohoon? Apparently she’s friends with him and then he introduced her to me and Jihoon. It’s almost like a ‘love at first sight’ moment you know?” Your heart ached even more the more you listen to him.

“I want to be able to help her, to be by her side whenever she needs it. She’s nice to everyone but I think she needs someone to be nice to her too. Too be someone to rely on.” That’s how you feel around Youngjae too…

“I want to dedicate my time to her, to show her that she means a lot to me.” Ah…you don’t think you can go back to be clueless about your feelings anymore.

“I really like her.”

‘And I really like you.’

“Dohoon…” you sobbed through the phone. You had just gotten back from your hang out with Youngjae, and after entering your room, you immediately broke down. You didn’t know who else to talk to about this and ultimately decided to call Dohoon.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He asked, worried after hearing you cry. He typed a quick text to Jihoon, telling him about the situation. “Do you want me and Jihoon to come over? Can you please tell us your address?”

It didn’t take them too long to arrive at your house, and immediately comforted you. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying, Dohoon and Jihoon both are by your side, letting you cry.

“Y-you guys were right…” they look confused, wondering what you’re talking about. “I really like him…” ah, so you finally acknowledge it.

“How did you…realize your feelings for him?” Jihoon asked softly. You sniffled, before answering him.

“Youngjae asked me to come with him to a place he recently found…he wanted my opinion if that’ll be a good place to bring Chaerin…” Jihoon looks at Dohoon, knowing where this was going.

“A-and we went other places too…and when he was talking about her…I realized that I feel the same way he feels towards her…” your eyes watered again, looking at them both.

“I like him…but I can’t…he likes someone else.” Both of the boys hugged you, and you pulled them closer.

“Of course you can like him. I know it must be hard, but his feelings can still change.” Dohoon said, but you shook your head.

“I’ve seen how he looks whenever he’s talking about her. He looks so fond of her and it’s like she’s the one who makes things brighter for him. I don’t want to ruin that for him.” Your voice wavered, but stopped yourself from crying again.

“I don’t think…I can face him after this.” Both of them look at you bewildered. “If I see his face I won’t be able to move on from this feeling. I think I need space…” while the two boys wanted to deny that, that you didn’t need to go that far, they know that it’s your decision and they respected it. They offered to stay with you for a little longer and use their time there to cheer you up. You’re thankful to have such wonderful friends.

****

Youngjae is confused. School has already ended, but there are no signs of you. He waited for a little longer, but you never showed up. Reluctantly he started to do his tasks alone. While he’s rearranging the lights position, he heard the door open. Thinking that it’s you, he darted towards the door, about to ask why you’re late before stopping abruptly. In front of him is not you, but Jihoon and Chaerin.

“Hellooo, we’re asked to help you by Y/n so here we are~” Jihoon said, and Yongjae furrowed his eyebrows. Where are you? Why aren’t you here? Are you sick?

“Oh? Aren’t you both supposed to be practicing the choreography?” Youngjae asked, still confused.

“Nah, practice went well today so we decided to end it early. Look, Chaerin is here to help you too.” Jihoon said, but his voice had a hint of something that he couldn’t quite decipher.

“Well…thank you for coming here…do you know where Y/n is though? I haven’t seen her at all today.” He saw Jihoon tensed up, and he quickly grew suspicious.

“She said she’s busy with her homework so she can’t help you today.” He replied, looking away. He then asked Youngjae about what to do and Youngjae eventually continued his tasks with their help. Chaerin approached Youngjae, who was just finished with the lights.

“I didn’t know you were close with Y/n. So she’s been helping you this whole time?” She asked, tilting her head. He looked at her who’s smiling at him. Normally he would grow flustered that she’s talking to him, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something is wrong.

“Yeah, no one was willing to help me so she offered instead.” He replied, looking away from her.

“Well I hope that she’s doing fine. I don’t know why but she looks a little down today.” That gained his attention, you’re not feeling well? Why didn’t you tell him?

“Really? I didn’t know that..” he muttered to himself. Time passed by and his thoughts from earlier got pushed back, focusing on his tasks and also the girl who’s diligently helping him. He sneaked glances at her, clearing his throat out of nervousness.

“So…are you free this Saturday?” He asked nervously but hides it well with his nonchalant act. She thought for a moment, before nodding her head.

“Do you want to go to a cafe? I don’t know if you’ve been there or not, but regardless it’s a nice place.” Interested, she immediately agreed, expressing her excitement about their plans. Jihoon was looking at the scene unfold from afar, feeling conflicted. He noticed that Youngjae looked a bit absent, even when talking to Chaerin. He didn’t know how Youngjae feels, but whatever’s the outcome, he promised himself that he’ll support Youngjae’s decision and if he ultimately doesn’t have feelings for you, then he’ll comfort and help you until you’ll get over it.

‘I just hope for both of them to be happy.’

****

Days have passed and still Youngjae hasn’t been able to see you. It’s like you’re avoiding him for some reason. He wondered if he’s done something wrong, but he couldn’t think of anything. He tried asking Dohoon and Jihoon, but they refused to tell him.

It has been making him feel uneasy, eyes constantly looking around hoping to spot you, even for a glimpse but never found you. Originally he wanted to give you space, but you haven’t said anything to him, texts are also ignored by you. He overthinks it a lot to the point where he’s having a hard time sleeping, so he decided to try to come to your class.

He approached your classroom, only to be disappointed that you’re nowhere to be found. Did you have lunch already? With who? Why didn’t you come looking for him?

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Chaerin approaching him.

“Hey Youngjae. It’s unusual for you to be here. Are you looking for someone?” She asked him, startling him. Now that he thinks about it, he’s never gone to this classroom before. He never thought to approach this classroom even to search for Chaerin, so why so suddenly?

It is because he wants to know how you’re doing? It has been a while since you last talk with each other…yeah it’s because he’s worried about you.

“Chaerin…have you seen Y/n? It’s been a few days and I’m getting worried about her..” she gave him a worried look.

“Sorry I only saw her dashing off somewhere as soon as lunch break came. I can try talking to her later? I’ll tell her that you want to talk to her.” She offered, and he thanked her for her concern.

“By the way, we’re still going to meet up on Saturday right?” She said, changing the topic when she noticed the gloomy air around Youngjae. That seemed to make him perked up slightly, nodding his head.

“Yeah, unless you changed your mind?” She shook her head, telling him that she’s still excited to be able to hang out with him. He laughed and continue the conversation, though there’s still something out of place in his heart. Why isn’t he as excited as he thought he’ll be?

From then on, the feeling of uneasiness continues to plague his heart, unable to shake it off. Chaerin approached him again, but she only said that Y/n was feeling down the weather and wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone.

He understands, and he tries to give her space, but he can’t help but misses you. It’s been a while since you joke with him, tell him stories about your day, about the new drama you’re recently start watching. He still have his friends by his side, but there’s this loneliness that seeps through his heart.

After school ends he hoped that today you’ll show up, hoped that you’ll finally tell him your problems and let him help you. Isn’t he your friend? Why aren’t you letting him help you?

Of course each time he is met with silence, no one to accompany him in the auditorium.

He noticed how you’re slipping away from him. He thought he’s being dramatic, it hasn’t even been a week since he last saw you, but the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of frustration for not being able to help you, fear of slowly loosing you were getting unbearable.

Which is why now he’s running around the school, desperate to find you. He’s out of breath, legs wanting to give up but he refused to let that stop him, not until he’s found you. As if his persistence has been acknowledged, he finally found you walking upstairs towards the rooftop. Without warning, he grabbed your hand, surprising you, and pulled you to the rooftop. Once you both arrive, he took quick breaths before looking at you.

“Are you ok? Did I do something wrong? Why are you avoiding me?” He asked, voice desperate to know the reason for your behavior. He finally found you, he should be relieved, but the sight of you trying to avoid his gaze is enough to break his heart.

“Ah…Youngjae…sorry I’m a bit busy right now.” You said, trying to leave but he held your hand tighter, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you stay.

“Why…Y/n you know you can talk to me right? If I did something wrong tell me. I’ll stop whatever’s making you uncomfortable. Just please don’t avoid me.” He begged. He misses you so bad, he’s willing to do anything to make you stay.

“Youngjae please let me go…” you said.

“Y/n please…”

“LET ME GO!” He let your hand go in an instant, not expecting you to shout. It is only now that he realized that you’re crying.

“Y/n why are you crying? Did-did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, here let me-“

“Youngjae.”

He stopped, hand reaching out to you but eventually let it drop to his side.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Don’t you know it’s been hard for me to see you?” Your voice trembling, and he wanted nothing more but to comfort you.

“Why are so so persistent? You already have Chaerin, why can’t you let me get over my feelings?”

“What? What’s this has to do with Chaerin? What feelings? What are you talking about?” He asked, not getting what you’re trying to say. You slapped your hand over your mouth, as if you’ve said something you shouldn’t.

“N-no it’s nothing. I was just saying random things….I gotta go..” you hurriedly run back downstairs, leaving him alone once again. He’s standing there, replaying what just happened in his head.

‘What about Chaerin? Why are you sad? I don’t understand…’

****

Saturday arrived way faster than he thought, and before he knew it, he’s already sitting down with Chaerin with menus in their hands.

“Wow there’s so many food here. Everything looks delicious, I can’t decide.” Chaerin said, eyes scanning the menu.

“I know right? Y/n also said the same thing. If you like sweets you can try-“

“Oh? You’ve been here with Y/n before?” He stopped flipping the menu. He looked at Chaerin who’s looking at him curiously.

‘Why did I suddenly mention her? This is supposed to be about me and Chaerin…’

“Oh, yeah we went together here last week…” he admitted. She made an ‘aah’ sound, and proceeded to give their orders to the waitress. She animatedly talked about something but his mind was somewhere else. He couldn’t focus on what she’s saying, but still forced himself to listen to her.

Not long after, the waitress came back with their orders. Youngjae noticed something similar and then chuckled.

“Haha, you know this you actually ordered the same dish as Y/n last time we came here.” He shared, remembering the time.

“Then it’s must be good then. Come on, let’s eat!” Chaerin clapped her hand, and they both ate their food while keeping small talks. After they’re done, Youngjae paid for the both of them and walked away from the cafe.

“Do you want to go to that store? I think you’ll fine something you’d like there.” Youngjae said, pointing at the familiar store. She nodded her head and walked together.

“Look Youngjae! Isn’t this cute?” Chaerin exclaimed, pointing to one of the keychains. Youngjae looked at what she’s pointing, and chuckled.

“It is. I wonder if I should buy it for Y/n, she really likes this character after all.” He quietly mumbled to himself, but Chaerin heard him.

“You should buy it for her then! Give it to her as a gift! After all, you like her don’t you?” He froze, eyes widening in shock as he looked at her.

“What…?”

“What’s wrong? Am I wrong…? Sorry, I’ve always assumed that you have feelings for her because you always search for her and talk about her.” She said, feeling embarrassed thinking she’s been seeing the signs wrong.

But Youngjae didn’t respond to her, still processing what she just said. Him? Always talking about Y/n? That’s not right…he always talks about Chaerin, it’s her that he likes. So why…

‘Why do I keep mentioning Y/n, thinking about her when I’m alone with Chaerin?’

Chaerin noticed his silent behavior, and gently grabbed his attention. He flinched, and looked at her slightly confused and in distress. She gave him a knowing smile.

“Why don’t we talk about this somewhere else?”

“This is for you.” Youngjae held out a drink for her to take. She thanked him as he quietly sat beside her. They opened their drinks and drink in silence. Eventually Chaerin decided to break the silence by asking a question.

“What do you think about Y/n?”

Still feeling unsure, he hesitantly replies, “She’s…a great person…she’s kind, willing to help others even when she doesn’t have to….and also a good listener…but she can be sensitive too….”

Chaerin them asked him another question. “And how do you feel about her?”

Another question that made his heart beat a little faster, like it’s trying to tell him something. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he thinks carefully.

What he thinks about you? You’re a good friend, always lend your ears to listen to him. Help him when he’s in a pickle, comfort him when he needs it. You’re always bright, manages to make his day better just by looking at you. Being by your side, is always the highlight of his day. Ever since you help him with his lighting director duties, he can’t help but keep looking forward to spend time with you, to get to know you better. He feels…

“I feel…comfortable with her. I feel like she’s always making my days brighter than before, I feel validated, safe, happy, curious…I feel a lot of emotions towards her. I want to know more about her, how she feels, what she likes, her little habits, everything.” He paused, looking for the words to explain his feelings.

“She always helps me, she listens to me…she makes an effort to make sure that I’m doing well…but lately…I don’t think I’ve been a good friend to her.” He paused again, and when he continues, his voice cracks a little.

“I don’t know why…but she’s been avoiding me. I tried to talk to her, but I made her cry instead.” He could feel his eyes starts to water.

“It feels frustrating, not knowing why she doesn’t want to see me. It’s suffocating when I realized she’s avoiding me. I want to help her, really! I can’t stand seeing her sad, I want to take her pain away, I want to shoulder it with her, but-“ he chokes, tears finally running down his face as he cries, can’t bottle the overwhelming emotions anymore. He hid his face with his hands, too embarrassed to show his face.

“I just want her to be happy. I want her to keep smiling, I want to brighten up her days just as she always does to me. I want her to trust me, I want to be able to comfort her when she needs it, I want to hold her close, I-“ he gasped, suddenly sitting up straight, looking ahead in a daze as tears still falling.

“…I like her…I really really like Y/n…”

How could he be so clueless? How did he not realize this sooner? The signs were right in front of him, how he always finds you cute when you laughs, finding you endearing when you talk about your favorite book, how he subconsciously looks for you when he’s walking in the hallway, how his heart always skipped a beat when you’re looking at him with your bright eyes.

Chaerin pat his shoulder in attempt to comfort him. So she thought right, Youngjae does like you. She wondered why he had asked her to hang out with him, and now she knew the answer, and she wanted to help him realize his feelings.

“I know feelings can be complicated, but you’ll understand them and you’ll learn how to embrace them. But now that you finally understand them, what are you going to do now?”

“…”

Youngjae had walked Chaerin back to her house. She thanked him for inviting her and went separate ways. Now, he’s lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. His hand holding onto a bracelet he bought last week. The same bracelet that you had eyes on.

“Can you wait here for a sec? I think I left something inside.”

“Hm? Sure, just be quick or I’ll leave you alone to explore the rest of the stores.” You threatened playfully, giving him a smile.

He rushed back inside and looked for the thing that you’re interested in. He noticed how you looked at the bracelet, and since you didn’t want to buy it even though you clearly liked it, he might as well buy if for you. He found the bracelet and reached out to grab it. He took it to the cashier, looking up in confusion when he heard the cashier giggling.

“Are you buying this as a surprise for your girlfriend?” He slightly blushed, shaking his head.

“No no we’re just friends. We’re just…hanging out today.” The cashier hummed, not trusting him. After he’s done paying, he hid the bracelet in his pocket.

‘Why did I have the urge to buy this for her? It’s not like I’m dating her…this is just a friendly gift…’ he thought to himself, walking up to you with the bracelet still in his pocket.

Now that he thinks about it, he feels even more stupid. He should’ve realized his feelings sooner. Maybe if he did, you wouldn’t have to feel hurt. If he had done something about his feeling, maybe you’d be more open to him.

He was so infatuated about Chaerin, that he denied feeling strong emotions towards you. He ignored it, refusing to acknowledge it, afraid that it might ruin your friendship. Little did he know, by doing this he let you slip away.

He looks at the bracelet, dangling from his hand. He wanted to approach you, but he wouldn’t be able to do that because you’re dead set on avoiding him. He sighed, closing his eyes as he brought the bracelet close to him.

He needed help with this.

****

It’s the day of the festival. Everyone is gathering in the auditorium to see the performance. You’re also in the crowd, surrounded by students who are excitedly waiting for it to begin. Your eyes wandered to where the lights are.

After this, you don’t need to help Youngjae anymore. Not like you’ve been helping him lately, but you’re a bit sad that you could no longer spend some time with him alone.

You shook your head at the thought, trying to forget it. You’re trying to forget your feelings for him. It’s better to not see him for a while, but you couldn’t help but notice that Youngjae has been trying to talk to you. Whenever he attempted to approach you, you ran away. Sometimes when you felt someone was staring at you, you looked around only to see Youngjae, who immediately looked away after he met your eyes.

You also noticed how he’s not as close to Chaerin nowadays. It’s not like they’re fighting, you’re sure of that because you could still see them talk normally sometimes, just not as often as before. This mase you wonder if something went wrong with their date.

Before you could dwell more on that, the lights were out, indicating that the performance is about to start. You forced yourself to focus on the performance, not wanting to miss it.

You hope that this performance can make you forget about your problem, even if it’s just for a little while.

You walked away with the other students, leaving the auditorium with a smile. It felt like it’s been a while since you enjoyed something. You saw Dohoon’s performance as he got the lead role. Although, he had to act with Chaerin, who’s the female lead. You wonder if Youngjae didn’t mind that fact. But then again, they’re friends, so they should trust each other.

You went to your class, only to find it completely empty. The rest of the students must have either gone home or explored the school after the performance ended. You sighed, sitting on your chair. You laid your head down on your table, with your arms act as a pillow, feeling tired. You figured that a few minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

After a while, you’re suddenly woken up by someone. You rubbed your eyes sleepily, looking over to whoever woke you, which turned out to be Dohoon.

“Hey Y/n, I’ve been looking all over the school for you.” He said. You gave him a confused look, wondering why he’s looking for you. He must’ve noticed, and opened his mouth to explain. “Sorry, but I met someone after the performance ended, and they wanted to see you in the auditorium.”

Now this caught your attention. You straighten up your posture, turning your body to him.

“Who is it? And why do they want to see me?” He shrugged, not giving you an answer. You looked at him suspiciously, in which he responded back by raising his hands up in a surrender gesture.

“Look, just meet them there, I can assure you that they don’t mean any harm, and you won’t regret it.”

Seeing as he wouldn’t give away this mysterious person’s identity away, you might as well just see it for yourself. After all, Dohoon already made sure that nothing bad will happen, and you trust him.

“Fine, I’ll meet them there…wait do I go now?”

“Oh yeah, you should go now. Don’t make them wait for too long!”

You’re not sure what to expect, but you trust Dohoon so you stood up and made your way to the auditorium.

Standing in front of the door, you pushed the door open, revealing the messy auditorium from the performance earlier. You looked around, trying to see if there’s someone inside but it’s hard considering the dark surrounding.

Suddenly, a light was shined towards you. You covered your eyes for a moment, giving yourself some time to adjust. Finally, you looked up to where the light is shining from, and your eyes widen once you see the figure controlling it.

“Youngjae?”

You tensed up, not expecting to see him. Your feelings started to bubble up to the point where you have the urge to leave immediately. You turned around, about to step away from the light until you heard his desperate pleas.

“Wait! Please stay for a while.”

You froze, wondering if you should listen to him. On one hand, you don’t want to face him after realizing your own feelings for him. You don’t want to hurt yourself more, and you want to move on. On the other hand, you miss him dearly. You’ve been feeling lonely ever since you started to avoid Youngjae. The latter outweighs the first choice, you took a deep breath and turned to see Youngjae.

He stared at you, scared that you’ll disappear again. He’s lucky that Dohoon and Jihoon wanted to help him. He had Dohoon to call for you while Jihoon helped him with the lighting.

He rushed down to talk to you face to face, almost tripping as he ran down. He stood in front of you, forcing himself to look at your eyes.

“Y/n…I know why you’ve been avoiding me.”

He saw you flinch, but he still continues.

“And I can’t blame you for that. I’ve been blind this whole time. I thought that my feelings towards Chaerin was adoration that I hopelessly chased after. I was so focused on chasing after her that I failed to realize that I’ve experienced an even more complex feelings.”

He took a step closer, trying to see if you’ll back away. Seeing you not moving away from him made him feel more confident.

“You showed up, and I started to experience something that feels so complicated. I thought nothing of it, I was scared that whatever I was feeling would break our friendship.”

He takes another step forward, his face showing sincerity and also vulnerability.

“But I was wrong. By ignoring that feeling I just pushed you away, I hurt you…I don’t want to think about that complex feeling because it was too much…”

His voice starts to waver, but he keeps going.

“It was ultimately my fault for being too scared to figure it out. I’m so sorry for hurting you, for realizing my feelings too late.”

You hold your breath, heart racing in anticipation. Although you tried to not get your hopes up, but the way he arranged this whole situation made you think otherwise.

“Y/n, I really like you. From the moment we met, I’ve always adored you. I’m really thankful for the ones who were supposed to help me didn’t show up because it was because of them that I got to know you. It was the first step, and before I realized it, everything feels brighter with you around. You are my light, and without you everything feels incomplete….I’m in love you Y/n.”

You looked at him in disbelief, not believing what you just heard. You saw his face is full of sincerity and you can’t help but feel your tears are about to burst.

“What took you so long? Don’t you know how hurt I was when you had your eyes on Chaerin?” You said softly, trying not to cry.

“You can’t believe how happy I am right now, this is all real right?”

“It’s real. It’s very real. Can I hug you?” He asked for permission, and you can’t help but find him adorable.

You nodded your head, and he slowly wrapped you in his arms, pulling you closer to him. You feel his heartbeat beating fast, proving that everything he said was true.

Tears suddenly rolled down your face as you sobbed. You’re so relieved that everything just came crashing down. Youngjae kept holding you close, arms tighten slightly to comfort you.

“I-I love you too.” You replied. You hear him gasps softly, but said nothing.

You both stay that way for a while, light still shining under you both. It really feels like the world has disappeared and it’s only you two existing.

You both are too deep in the moment to notice two heads poking from the door.

“Yah, is Y/n crying? Youngjae you bastard what the heck did you say to her?”

“Calm down hyung, I think everything is going smoothly. They wouldn’t hug each other if they’re rejected.”

“You’re right…I still won’t let this slide.”

****

“Congratulations you two. You guys are so cute as a couple I can’t believe you only just started to be in a relationship.” Chaerin said, making both you and Youngjae blushed.

“It’s because Youngjae hyung was blind. I still can’t forgive you for making Y/n cry.” Dohoon grumbled, glaring at Youngjae.

“Did you know that I was the one who knocked some senses to him? You can say I played as cupid in this.”

“Hey me and Dohoon hyung also helped, we’re also cupids here.”

“Are you guys seriously discussing this in front of us?” Youngjae asked, clearly embarrassed.

“Let them be, this is your punishment for taking too long to confess.” You giggled, teasing him.

He whined, trapping you in his arms as he hid his head on your shoulder.

You laughed at him, reaching out to pat his head.

He’s still pouting as he went to play with your bracelet, the one that he gifted to you. You couldn’t believe he went to buy the bracelet that you were eyeing. He gave it to you after you both confessed to each other, and that made you cry again to which he had to calm you down.

This may have been a roller coaster ride for both you and Youngjae, but in the end all that matters is the fact that you both managed to understand your feelings for each other and be honest about it.

Suddenly you felt Youngjae gave a peck on your cheek. Startled, you look at him flustered, only to see him already looking at you, smiling softly.

“I love you, you really are my light.”

You smiled, turning to him and cupped his face, giving him a peck on his nose. Now it’s his turn to be flustered.

“I love you too, you’re also my light.”

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luckymilkshakerebel · 3 months ago

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Falling Out of Tune

Genre: Angst, sad ending

Cast: youngjae Got7 x female reader

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The rain outside mirrored the heaviness in your heart as you sat in the small café where everything had started. The memories of late-night conversations and stolen laughter with Youngjae played on repeat in your mind, but today, those memories felt distant—like a song you could no longer sing.

Youngjae was late. Again.

You stared at your untouched coffee, your fingers tightening around the cup. This wasn’t the first time he’d kept you waiting, but tonight, the wait felt different. There was a tension between the two of you, one that had grown over the past few months. His packed schedule, the late-night rehearsals, the unending spotlight—everything that had once seemed manageable now felt insurmountable.

The bell above the door jingled, and you looked up, spotting him. His face was shadowed with exhaustion, his hair slightly damp from the rain. He approached your table with an apologetic smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Sorry, I got caught up at the studio,” he said, sliding into the seat across from you.

You forced a small smile, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s okay.” But it wasn’t.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the hum of the café filling the space between you. Youngjae glanced at you, his expression softening when he saw the hurt in your eyes. “Y/N, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You looked down at your hands, your throat tightening. “Do you even need to ask, Youngjae?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

Taking a deep breath, you finally met his gaze. “We’ve been drifting apart. You’re always busy, always distracted. I know your career is important, and I’ve tried to be patient, but…” Your voice cracked. “I don’t even feel like I’m part of your life anymore.”

Youngjae’s brows knitted together, guilt flashing across his face. “Y/N, that’s not true. I’ve just been under a lot of pressure lately. You know how demanding this life is.”

“I do,” you said softly, “but I also know that love is about making time for each other, no matter how hard it gets. And lately, it feels like I’m the only one trying.”

His hands curled into fists on the table, his jaw tightening. “Do you think this is easy for me? Balancing everything? I’m trying, Y/N. I really am.”

“Are you?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Because it feels like I’m just an afterthought to you now. Like I’m not even a priority.”

Youngjae flinched, the words hitting him harder than he expected. He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” he admitted quietly.

“I don’t need words, Youngjae,” you said, your voice cracking. “I need actions. I need to feel like I matter to you.”

The weight of your confession hung in the air, and for a moment, Youngjae looked like he wanted to reach out, to comfort you. But he didn’t. Instead, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “I never wanted to hurt you,” he said. “But maybe… maybe I’m not what you need right now.”

The finality of his words sent a sharp pain through your chest. “What are you saying?”

He looked down at the table, his voice barely audible. “Maybe we’ve been trying to hold on to something that isn’t working anymore.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you stared at him, searching for any sign that he didn’t mean it. But the sadness in his expression told you everything you needed to know.

“Is this really what you want?” you whispered.

Youngjae hesitated before shaking his head. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what’s best for both of us. And I don’t think I can give you what you deserve right now.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally fell, and you quickly wiped them away, trying to keep your composure. “I thought we were stronger than this.”

“So did I,” he said, his voice breaking.

For a long moment, the two of you sat there, the love you once shared lingering like the last note of a song. Finally, you stood, your legs shaky as you grabbed your bag.

“I guess this is goodbye, then,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Youngjae stood as well, his eyes filled with regret. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You nodded, unable to speak. As you turned to leave, you felt his gaze on you, but you didn’t look back. The sound of the rain greeted you as you stepped outside, the cold drops mingling with your tears.

The melody of your love had ended, leaving behind an aching silence. And though your heart was shattered, you knew that someday, you’d find the strength to write a new song—one that didn’t hurt so much to sing.

Hi, because of the GOT7 comeback and youngjae is my favourite member... So here we go

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vex91 · 10 months ago

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GOT7 Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Mark Tuan:

Nothing yet...

Lim Jaebeom:

Nothing yet...

Wang Jiaer:

Nothing yet...

Park Jinyoung:

Nothing yet...

Choi Youngjae:

Nothing yet...

Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam:

Nothing yet...

Kim Yugyeom:

Nothing yet...

OT7:

Nothing yet...

#got7 x reader #mark tuan x reader #lim jaebeom x reader #wang jiaer x reader #park jinyoung x reader #choi youngjae x reader #kunpimook bhuwakul bambam x reader #kim yugyeom x reader

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winter-dayz · 1 year ago

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Consequences of a Spellbook

Pairing: Choi Youngjae x Reader Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst Words: 1254

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist: @soobin-chois

“What do you mean no?�� He gaped, disappointed and a little surprised at her outright refusal. “You won’t teach me? Why not?” He pouted at the stranger before him.

“I’m not a teacher, that’s why.” She said, baffled at his exasperation. She had never met someone so interested in magic before, but she simply was not prepared or qualified to teach someone else the ways of magic. Especially not someone with absolutely no prior knowledge—which he very obviously did not have.

“But… I returned your spellbook to you, so technically you owe me one right? And I think the fact that I was able to find you at all shows that I am very determined. I mean, rifling through your spells for any obvious signs of the owner of the book was quite challenging, but I did it.” He rambled, hoping that in his rapid pleading she would give in.

“Wait– You read my spells?” She asked with a tilt of her head and eyes narrowed at the still-nameless boy outside her door.

“Um…Yes? Should I not have? I didn’t know they were private, and I figured the book was rather important.”

“That’s–” She shook her head, surprised, “No, I meant you were able to read them?” She blinked several times, and he suddenly realized that it wasn’t that he was not allowed to read them but that he likely shouldn’t have been able to at all. He only nodded slowly in response. She blew out a heavy breath and then stepped aside. “Alright, come in then.”

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“When are you going to teach me how to actually cast spells?” He asked. Youngjae was a pretty decent student. He was quiet, incredibly interested, and attentive, and he actually asked questions if he needed to. But at that moment, Y/N wished he didn’t question at all.

“When you understand the importance and the history of it. If you don’t like my methods then you can find someone else.” She responded, though without any heat. She knew he wouldn’t; she simply wanted him to be patient. “You have to understand that magic isn’t all good and fun… It can be incredibly finicky or specific, and it always has consequences.”

“I was just curious… I was worried you were trying to wait me out until I eventually just left.” He shrugged, doodling in his own journal. Y/N had not advised him to buy a journal or anything, that was all him and his excitement. She was rather impressed at his diligence as a student.

“We’ll get there soon, don’t worry.” He tilted his head with an excited, but close-lipped, smile. She often likened him to a puppy, and mannerisms like that only furthered that belief.

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Youngjae's eagerness didn't wane. He continued to absorb every piece of magical knowledge Y/N provided, but a subtle tension lingered in the air. While appreciating Youngjae's dedication, she was concerned that he didn’t really believe what she had warned him about.

One evening, as they delved into the intricacies of potion-making, Youngjae hesitated before asking, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

“What do you mean? What’s going on?” She eyed him and turned her attention away from the spellbook to inspect his features.

“I… I can’t seem to sleep at night. My head is constantly filled with voices, but I can hardly ever tell what they’re saying or who they are. I thought I’d been cursed, but none of the curses you taught me matched what’s going on.” His eyes met hers, and she could see the toll it was taking on him. His eyes were tired; his skin paler than normal.

“Magic is a powerful force, and with power comes responsibility. There are aspects of it that are not meant to be taken lightly. It's not all just about casting spells and creating wonders. I told you that it has consequences.” She stated, though she did feel bad for the man across from her. He didn’t deserve what he was going through, but if he could persevere then he’d be a stronger witch… a stronger person, for it.

Youngjae sensed her reluctance but pressed on, "You said that before, but what does that mean?"

Y/N's glanced away before meeting his eyes again carefully, a mixture of sadness and apprehension in them. "Every spell, every incantation, leaves an imprint. The more you delve into magic, the more it becomes a part of you, and you become a part of it. It's not always a benevolent force."

As the days passed, Youngjae's enthusiasm met with the harsh reality—unexpected side effects, uncontrolled reactions, and an unsettling connection to the mystical energies he sought to master.

One fateful night, after a particularly intense magical session, Youngjae found himself unable to sleep. His mind was filled with visions and echoes of the arcane. He sought solace in his journal, scribbling down his fears and uncertainties. The pages quickly filled with bold, dark, basically incoherent scribbles.

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As Youngjae's nights became more restless, his condition worsened. The voices in his head grew louder, the arcane echoes more chaotic, and his once bright eyes now held a haunted look. Y/N, tormented by guilt, intensified her efforts to find a solution.

Youngjae collapsed in exhaustion one night in the middle of reading an old text, trying to find information on how to lessen the symptoms of his condition. She watched helplessly as he clutched his head, sweat glistening on his pale, clammy skin. The once-promising student now seemed like a mere shell of himself.

"I can't take it anymore," Youngjae whispered, his voice a fragile echo. "I just wanted to learn magic, to be like you. I never signed up for this."

"I never wanted this for you, Youngjae. I thought I could guide you, but I didn't anticipate the extent of the consequences. I should have anticipated this and tried to find you a better teacher when you first asked me to teach you." She watched him with tears in her eyes.

"Is there no way to fix this? Can't you do something? Anything?"

"I don't know. Magic is unpredictable, and the effects are not always reversible. I should have been more cautious, more aware of the risks. I– I’m so sorry, Youngjae." She sighed and brought over a cold towel to try and soothe his less supernatural symptoms at least.

As the days wore on, Youngjae's condition only increased. She blamed herself for being the catalyst for his suffering. As he lay on her couch in anguish, trying to will the voices away, he spoke up with a choked, pained voice.

“I can’t go on like this. I’ll do anything, but this has to stop… I can’t live like this anymore, Y/N.”

With a heavy heart, she nodded in understanding and guided him through a ritual meant to sever his connection to the magical realm that tormented him.

As the ritual concluded, Youngjae collapsed, his breaths ragged. The voices were gone, but so was the spark of curiosity that once filled his eyes. He looked at Y/N, a shadow of his former self. He was on the cusp of passing out when he spoke up again, voice dim and low.

“Will I remember any of this? Will I remember you when I wake up?”

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered, her voice choked around a sob as she considered what the sever meant for his memory.

Youngjae managed a watery smile, "It's not your fault. I wanted this, remember?"

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dootiexcupcake · 2 years ago

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iamyoursinblog · 3 months ago

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Finally our kings back! Let's f... love them fully!

Masquerade

Pairing: Choi Youngjae x Reader

Genre: fluff smut

Word Count: 2,9 k

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Summary: The annual masquerade ball, which was held for idols. You still could not believe that you miraculously managed to get an invitation to this ball. What will bring unexpected lucky?

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You walked around a huge hall filled with laughter, talk and music. Everything was new to you. You didn’t know anyone here, or rather you knew everyone in this room, but nobody knew you. Although you started working at the entertainment agency, you were only an intern. You straightened the mask, which hiding your face and went to the bar. The biggest plus of a masquerade is that you can be what you want - you just need to put on a mask. It was a closed party where everyone could relax. To get drunk and dance, to joke with each other, to sing, even to bathe in a huge fountain in dresses and suits. Today it was possible to do everything, without any consequences.

“The game will begin in 15 minutes,” the host announced. When you went in, for each person on wrist was tied a ribbon with a pendant, on which was a number, you got the lucky number 7. Closer to the end of the party, should be played a game. The host randomly selects the numbers of the guy and girl who become a couple. A race is organized in the maze. If a guy caught a girl before the end of time, then the girl fulfills the guy’s wish. If the girls managed to hide in the maze, then the guy fulfills the wish of the girl. They handed out cards to everyone, and you wrote “Kiss” in neat handwriting. You put the card in an envelope with your number and gave it to the staff. You smiled, in any case whoever you paired, you will win.

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tangerineastronaut · 2 months ago

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Let's Put the End in Friends | Jackson Wang (Part 2)

Part 1

The one where your best friend/sort of boyfriend really wants to fuck you.

Pairing: Jackson Wang (GOT7) x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluff, SMUT, BestFriend!Reader, idiots to lovers Requested: Yes w.c. 7.8k Warnings: reader is bad at feelings, jackson is in love, two horny weirdos, "begging" for sex (but not in a bad/manipulative way there's a mutual understanding ok), oral - fem!receiving (the man eats it like cake even after he hits), unprotected sex (don't do it unless you're best friends with Jackson Wang and I'm guessing you aren't), discussion of contraceptives, breeding kink sorta kinda heh, brief talk of having kids in future, banter, teasing, name calling, dirty talk, I think that's all?? they're still really annoying except just horny now A/N: Ughhhh here's the part two that I desperately wanted to write and finally people requested it!! This chapter is like 15% feelings and 85% smut, but it's all kinda mixed in so I apologize in advance. Jfc I love these two so much. If this is bad I'm sorry! I love writing where it takes me and it all felt right. I love my readers so much. <3 Requests: Open (link below)

Requests | WIPs Masterlists: BTS | ATEEZ | GOT7 | Stray Kids

You hadn’t really known what to expect.

In dramas, after a confession, things were usually a little awkward, shy, sweet. But the day after Jackson confessed to you, he nearly bit your hand off when you tried to steal one of his dumplings. Granted, you bit him first, but it was his job to be chivalrous, not yours.

“Um, maybe eat your own before you try to steal mine?”

“I’m literally just a girl, Jackson.”

A few weeks after said confession, things were still mostly the same, as you were awoken by someone pinching your cheek. Bleary eyed, you squinted, looking up at a very hot, very annoyed face.

“Where the hell is my academy sweatshirt? I’m gonna be late for my shift,” he huffed, giving you another pinch. Jackson worked part time at an MMA academy, teaching a class of young children. Unfortunately, that meant three days out of the week, he had to wake up at 7 in the morning to be ready by 8. And if he was up, so were you.

“I dunno,” you whined groggily, rolling over. “I didn’t wear it. Promise.”

“Liar,” he accuses.

“Mmn. ‘m not lying, check my laundry.”

You hear shuffling, the sound of your hamper being opened (filled with clean clothes, because dirty clothes go on the bathroom floor of course), and quickly tug the blanket over your head as Jackson calls your bluff.

“At least it’s clean,” you attempt to plead your case, but the covers are yanked off. You yelp as Jackson flips you onto your back and begins to tickle you.

“Didn’t wear it, huh? Seriously, of all my clothes?” he snarls, fingers digging into your sides. You can’t speak; you instead make animalistic noises of possession as you attempt to free yourself. You wrap your legs around his waist and shove at his chest, shouting apologies in between fits of laughter.

At last, the tickling ends, and you all but collapse against the sheets, sprawled out like half a starfish.

“I’m going to start charging you for the things you steal,” Jackson says, breathless himself from the efforts of torture. Only then are you made aware that his hands are on your thighs. You don’t think he’s doing it on purpose, until you do, when he squeezes them beneath his palms and brushes his thumbs under your pajama shorts.

“Hey,” you warn, wriggling beneath him. He laughs and leans over you.

“What?”

“You know what. Get off of me.”

He sighs, letting his head drop down as though weary.

When he looks at you again, his eyes have gone all soft, and it makes you feel warm and tingly inside. You swallow and force yourself to look away. You weren’t completely immune to his charms and didn’t want to risk it, answering the question he hadn’t asked.

“Nope.”

That was the deal.

Kissing was alright—as long as it wasn’t too long or too deep. Touching was fine too, just avoid any erogenous zones. Truthfully, you weren’t sure why you’d placed such heavy restrictions on your…relationship? Whatever this was. Probably because at the end of the day, you were still terrified of losing him. Of crossing a bridge that crumbles behind you, never being able to return to where you were.

Right now, the two of you could still be around your friends, could still shamelessly flirt and insist it isn’t flirting. When you’d shown up to dinner with the guys, your hand clasped in Jackson’s to test the waters, no one said a word. Youngjae crinkled his nose and said it was cringe…and that’s it. That was the only reaction. The only people surprised about this development were the two of you, apparently, mostly you. And, you hadn’t realized how horny you were for one another.

When you’d stare at him after a shower, when he had the audacity to drink juice from the carton wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, you noticed that…you’ve always stared. That wasn’t new. It’s just that you were now aware of it, and also very aware of how it felt to see his throat working as he swallows, beads of water dripping down his chest and following the dip of his abs like a treasure map for your tongue—

But it went both ways, fortunately, as Jackson’s playful way of grabbing your waist when you were busily bent over no longer felt fun, but rather, made you want to push against him, feel his hands sliding elsewhere, because god had they always been so big? Had his fingers always been so long?

Presently, Jackson rolls his eyes and kisses your cheek. You refuse to look at him still, so he tilts down, where his lips brush your throat; when your head snaps up to scold him, he takes the opportunity to catch your lips with his, sighing as though relieved.

Kissing him feels so normal that it’s almost painful, like every second his lips are against yours, you ask yourself why you were so stupid, why you hadn’t noticed before, why you hadn’t understood that the feelings you’ve had for him were being confused for platonic when they were much, much closer to something akin to lo—

“Mmff…ou’re ‘unna ‘ee ate,” you mumble, though Jackson doesn’t stop kissing you. You giggle as your words are slurred by his mouth, which in turn makes him smile, which in turn makes you wrap your arms around his neck and consider begging him to let the kids down just this once.

You know he wouldn’t hesitate. So that’s why you groan and push him away. You squirm from beneath him before he can snatch you up, fixing your pajamas as though you were preparing to walk the red carpet. When you look up at Jackson, he’s on his knees on your bed, hands gripping the covers and head tilted to the side. Oh.

“Stop looking at me like that, puppy boy,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. You cross your arms, taking on the weight of the world’s strongest soldier as Jackson fucking Wang silently begs to bend you over the mattress

Jackson lets his legs slip over the side, feet planted on the floor as he tugs you toward him by the strings of your shorts. You whine in protest—losing a drawstring was so—

“I think you like it when I beg,” Jackson says, voice too low to be good for your health. You look at him in surprise, his expression hasn’t really changed, but why did he have to do this to you?

“I think you’re gonna be late,” you huff, feeling your cheeks redden.

“I think you’re cute when you blush.”

“I think—”

“I think we’re gonna be good for each other.”

“It was my turn,” you pout. “I think you need a cold shower.”

Jackson mumbles something you don’t catch as he nuzzles his face against your stomach. His arms hang loosely around your hips, and you’re once again left with emotional whiplash as the man somehow goes from fuck me~ to hold me in the span of a few seconds. You swallow and rake your fingers through his hair (which he pulls at less nowadays, thanks to your nagging).

“I want to,” you say quietly, nails scratching at his head. “But I’m scared. Like…we could probably bounce back from this, and from holding hands and even kissing. But I’m afraid that I’d never be able to, you know, not hurt around you the further we go if things turn out bad. We just don’t know what’ll happen if we commit. That’s scary.”

To your surprise, Jackson squeezes you tighter. He tilts his head back to look up at you, his chin resting just above your belly button.

“What is it gonna take, pie?” he asks softly. Your brows furrow, though he continues. “What’s it gonna take for you to realize I’ve been yours this entire time?”

Your breath catches in your throat; you know he can feel it from the way your stomach tightens. He noses at the material of your top, planting a kiss there. Then the bastard opens his mouth again. You can taste his words.

“You own me, baby.”

You wake up confused and sweaty, fumbling around for your phone. You grab the device and groan—it’s not even five in the morning, and it’s a saturday.

The dream woke you up. You and Jackson had an idea to conserve water, apparently, sharing a shower too small for one person let alone two. Your brain filled in the blanks for the missing information, unfortunately for you, though you had no doubt he was as beautiful in this reality, too.

It was almost impossible for you to go back to sleep after waking up usually, so you throw the covers off with much more attitude than necessary before quietly stepping out of your room. The light beneath Jackson’s door is off, and you tiptoe down the hall, but when you round the corner to the kitchen you gasp in surprise.

Jackson raises a brow at you, taking a sip from the bottle of water in his hand. He’s wearing nothing but black boxers, showing off the lean muscles he works so hard on. So very hard.

“You’re up?” he asks, and by his raspy tone it’s clear he woke up not long before you. You nod and shrug for no reason at all other than to distract from the fact that your eyes are eating him alive. He has the sexiest bedhead, and the thin chain he wears glints as it drapes over his collar bones.

“Thirsty,” you lie. You move past him to reach the fridge, but an arm hooks around your waist. You inhale sharply as you’re tugged against his chest, the warmth of him shooting tingles down your back. You swallow, and he holds the bottle in front of you.

“Here,” he mumbles. He sounds so casual, like his actions hadn’t just made your soul briefly leave your physical form. You take the water from him and tilt your head back for a sip, not having realized how thirsty you were until you’ve finished half of it.

You turn around, though he doesn’t release you, so you remain pressed to his bare chest. You have no idea why, but you lean forward and kiss him just below his collar bone, realizing too late how cruel you were being. In an attempt to make it chaste, you kiss the other side, right above his heart, though Jackson’s hand flies to your hair. He cups the back of your head and refuses to let you move.

“Jackson,” you protest, but he whines.

He fucking. Whines.

“Please, pie. Just keep your lips on me. Please,” he breathes. You exhale a shaky breath and nod.

“Okay,” you say quietly, and you swear he sighs with relief. You watch his face, tilting in again and pressing another kiss to the same spot as before. Jackson nods, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips.

You kiss the center of his chest, lips dragging over his skin to his left pec. When you move a tad bit lower, this time where his heart beats, he hisses and tightens his grip in your hair. You gasp for all the right reasons, though he doesn’t know that.

“Fuck, sorry,” he whispers as though the two of you are sneaking around rather than doing…whatever this was in the middle of your shared kitchen. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you giggle softly. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

Jackson looks down at you, his expression morphing completely into…calmness? But it still puts you on edge.

“What’d I say?” you ask with a frown.

“I haven’t had sex in almost a year,” he admits.

You blink.

“You…what?” you breathe, shaking your head. “But, you’ve had tinder…you’ve gone on dates.”

Jackson pulls you close again, silently asking for more kisses. You realize he might’ve been right…you like when he begs. You kiss him as he asks, this time close to his nipple, and he shudders.

“I’m not gonna fuck a girl who wants more than I can give her,” he says. You mouth over his skin, tongue reaching the edge of his areola. You like his answer.

“Why can’t you give her what she wants?” you ask, knowing what he’ll say but wanting to hear it all the same. Jackson knows this too, but he’s more than happy to give you what you want.

“Because she—fuck—”

Your tongue lathes over his nipple and he grips the counter tight.

“—’cause she’s not you,” he finishes. “None of them are. Can’t be anything for anyone except you. Wanna…wanna be everything to you.”

“You are…you are…” you mumble carelessly, barely kissing him, but rather rubbing your mouth on his chest. He seems more than okay with that, his head falling back, though he shakes it.

“I’m not, baby. I’ve got so much to give you, gonna show you what it’s like to be loved right, fucked right, needed right. I need you, y/n. I-I fucking need you so bad. Always have.”

You were supposed to be turning him on, not getting choked up, but you pulled back and covered your face. Jackson was still a little breathless and out of it, but he grabbed at your wrists.

“Sorry, fuck, was that…was that bad? I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” you mumble, wiping helplessly at tears that slide down your cheeks. Jackson pulls you forward, crushing you to his chest. He wraps both arms around you so tight you can barely breathe. You love it.

What else do you love?

You love that you can feel his cock pressing against the inside of your thigh, that you can feel how much he wants from you. You swallow your tears and reach between you, your palm finding the thick outline beneath his boxers and squeezing.

Jackson’s reaction is visceral and downright sinful. He jumps, then buries his face into your hair.

“Again, p-please,” he mumbles. You do it again. There’s a weird mix between sadness and horniness between you, but you keep going, sliding your hand up and down his clothed length. He’s definitely thick and a little longer than average, but not frighteningly so.

Thick enough to make you choke, but not enough to bruise your cervix. Perfect. Somehow, you think you know exactly what it feels like to be fucked by him.

“Jesus fuck—I don’t care if I get to fuck you, just please…let me taste you, baby,” Jackson grunts, hips lazily bucking against you.

That…sounds alright with you. You take your hand off his cock and grab his wrist to pull him to his room, but he twists you around so that your back is to the counter. You open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, but the words die on your tongue when he drops to his knees.

“J-Jackson, you don’t have t-to…”

“Shh, baby,” he mumbles, cupping the backs of your thighs. You feel dumb, forgetting how to speak. “Let me make you feel good. Wanna hear those pretty sounds you make when you play with yourself.”

Your cheeks flush pink, Jackson’s words hardly registering in your brain. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of your pajama shorts, leaning forward to kiss the front of your thigh before he begins tugging them down.

“W-What do you mean when I pla—oh…”

Jackson doesn’t hesitate, going face first between your legs and groaning. The vibrations ring through your inner thighs and go straight to your clit, nearly sending you down. He hadn’t even touched you properly yet.

“If you tell me you didn’t want me to hear you fucking yourself, I’m gonna call you a liar,” he whispers. His lips graze over the hair you keep trimmed—you could be a little self conscious about that at times, a couple past partners even commenting on it, but Jackson is worshipping your pussy without words and you’ve never felt so perfectly adequate.

You think over what he said once you regain a little bit of consciousness. And fuck.

You were tired of this sort of hindsight ability you had now, the way you felt when you thought back to the times you were so obviously head over heels in love with him and had convinced yourself you were friends.

Like fucking yourself with your favorite toy, back to the wall splitting your rooms. Moaning loud even though you didn’t do that when he wasn’t home.

“S-Sorry,” you whimper, because what the fuck else are you supposed to say? You feel warmth as Jackson breathes a laugh against your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near your labia.

“It’s okay, baby. Just do it again for me, hm? While I’m in the same room at least?”

Did he have to be such a fucking brat? You thought “pie” and his attitude would disappear after all of this, but you were sorely mistaken. You opened your mouth to complain.

Jackson pushed your thighs open wider, settling between them and looking up at you from his knees. You squeaked, and the last thing you saw before his face disappeared was that smug grin underneath his pretty brown eyes.

You learned two lessons very quickly. One:

Jackson Wang ate pussy like his life depended on it.

And two, you were immediately jealous of any woman who’d ever had him like this, on his knees between their legs. This should be illegal.

His tongue slid between your tender pussy lips, expertly finding your clit and daring to flick at it beneath the hood. Your knees did buckle, but he hugged your thighs and kept you upright, taking the opportunity to squeeze and knead at your ass. You reached down and gripped his hair for purchase, tugging, eliciting a groan from him that felt better than any dick you’d ever had. You did it again, and this time he practically sang praises into you—he was literally fucking you with his moans.

“Jesus fuck, Jackson?” you ask, unable to do much else other than feel and squeak out your needs. His fingers dug into the plushness of your thighs, though one hand slipped beneath your shirt. His thumb grazed over your nipple before gently pinching it, and you were ready to die.

When he sucked the tender flesh of your clit into his mouth, you stumbled forward, nearly sending him back until he caught you by the waist. You whimper and tug at him to let you go until finally, he pulls away from your cunt, looking far too pleased with shiny lips. He licks them and you fall into his lap, shuddering as you cling to him.

“That bad, huh? Should I keep my day job?” He teases you gently, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other hugs you tighter. You can still feel his cock straining against his boxers, nearly perfectly aligned as it presses against your ass.

“S-Shut up, a-asshole,” you stammer out, gripping his shoulders tightly for comfort—or maybe dear life. Jackson chuckles in a way that makes you feel safe and annoyed—because how can he send you to fucking space and then try to convince you it’s all good and dandy with the same mouth?

“You okay baby?” he asks softly. When you nod, he pulls back enough to kiss your temple, though keeps his lips there. You swallow, having a feeling that he wasn’t done with you. Not even close.

“Was it good?” he asks.

“Very c-classy,” you manage to huff, but Jackson only laughs.

“Mmm. Knew you’d taste good. Knew you’d love me on my knees,” he hums. You shiver, and he moves to your ear, nipping at your lobe. “Knew you’d look so pretty while I eat it.”

You let out a soft whine, your hips rolling into his. You’re spreading your sticky juices along his clothed cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he grabs your waist and bites his lower lip.

“Are you done? Hm? Or can I take you to my room and finish you off?” Jackson asks, tilting his head to kiss below your ear. “Lay you down and hold you open until that pretty clit is nice and swollen…”

“F-Fuck,” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders. “N-No.”

“M’kay, need me to run you a bath then? I bought some new bath bombs—”

“No I meant…” you breathe, letting your head drop to his shoulder. You were dizzy, but your thoughts had never been more clear. Not necessarily a decision out of desperation, just…it needed to happen. You needed it.

“I-I don’t want you to eat me out, Jackson,” you say as you swallow.

You lift your head, relieved to see there’s no frustration in his gaze, no disappointment. God, he’s really just here to make sure you’re happy, safe, comfortable.

“I want…I want you to fuck me.”

“Why are we in your room?”

“My bed is bigger.”

“When’s the last time you washed your sheets?”

“I don’t know, pie. When’s the last time you washed my sheets?”

You crinkle your nose, but Jackson just rolls his eyes. He drags you onto the bed with him, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it in your face. You sniff, your eyes immediately narrowing.

“Have you seriously been washing your bedding regularly now under the implication that we’d fuck soon?” you hiss, sitting up to glare at him. He was sprawled out, looking much too happy for your liking.

“Yes,” he says gleefully. You grab the pillow and make an attempt to suffocate him, but he doesn’t fight back, and that’s not very fun.

Oh yeah! You’re also only wearing his a t-shirt, and he’s only wearing boxers, and his cock is very hard and you’d very much like to put it in your mouth now that you’ve recovered somewhat from his tongue.

“You’re such a boy,” you groan, throwing the pillow back to the headboard. Jackson nods, tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“Yeah. Take this off and sit on my face please,” he hums, lying back as though preparing to be sacrificed to the thigh smothering gods.

“How romantic,” you scoff.

“Come sit on my face so I can make you cry the only way a man should make a woman cry, please~”

“Better.”

With the back and forth out of the way, you can’t bring yourself to smile, pulling your knees to your chest. Jackson sits up, reaching out to take one of your hands in his large one.

“Hey, no expectations, remember? You wanna stop right now, we’ll stop and never do anything like this again. You want me to finish you off, that’s fine too,” he says, thumb brushing the back of your knuckles. You shake your head.

“No. I think…I think we should. We need to, I mean, otherwise we’re gonna be in limbo forever. But…” you pause, feeling your eyes burn a little damn it. When you look up at him, his boyish charm is gone, replaced completely by a concerned man who almost looks in love with you.

“Hm? What is it, pie?” he asks, coaxing you gently. Ugh—why did sex have to be so god damn complicated?

“Promise me,” you say, biting your lower lip as you gather your words. “Promise me if we hate it, if it’s bad, just…stay with me? Like, forever? Please don’t move out? I mean if you have to get married just try to find someone who’s nice enough to let me stay? I’ll do the laundry. We can be like a throuple except you both just have to feed me and nothing else.”

“I love you, y/n.”

“Nevermind, let’s just do it.”

Jackson laughed as you flopped onto your back, though he leaned over you and caught your chin in his hand. You avoided looking at him, but he tilted your head down and pressed his forehead to yours to prevent you from escaping his eyes.

“I know you’re allergic to that word—”

“I am not—”

“But I love you. I love y/n and I love pie and I love the girl who thinks ‘coinkydink’ is an appropriate alternative for ‘coincidence’—”

“It is but okay—”

Jackson rolls his eyes, cupping your cheek under the romantic guise of making you shut up by pressing his thumb to your lips.

“Do you know why I want to fuck you?” he asks, his voice oddly gentle for such an erotic question. You blink, he lifts his thumb.

“Um, ‘cause I’m hot?” you offer with a shrug. His thumb goes back to your lips.

“Yes, but the truth? I want to make love to you but I assumed your reaction to that phrasing would be…”

Jackson lifts his thumb.

“Cringe?”

“Correct,” he smiles. “I’m gonna do what I can so the next man you meet has to climb to fucking heaven to reach the lowest bar for you. I’m nowhere near perfect, but I’ll be damned if you leave my bed able to call your best friend and complain that your inner thigh got more action than you did.”

You pout and push his hand away.

“That was one time,” you mumble. “If sex with you sucks, who am I gonna call? Yugyeom?”

“I dare you to fucking try,” Jackson says, narrowing his eyes. You beam, attempting to boop his nose, but he leans forward and kisses you instead. “If you leave this bed and hate me after, I’ll move out before sunset. And if you want me to l-o-v-e you for the rest of your life, I’ll do that too. I told you, pie. I’m yours.”

You kiss him this time, turning into him and cupping his jaw. Why couldn’t he see that the more of this he showed you, the less you wanted to risk it all disappearing?

You tilt your head to the side, nuzzling your face against his throat to plant kisses there. He inhales, leg sliding between yours as a hand strokes your hair.

“Mm…what do you want, y/n?” he asks, groaning when you suck beneath his jaw.

“Wanna suck you off,” you mumble against his skin, relishing in the heavy groan you feel from him. “Then I want you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” Jackson nods, licking his lips. You release him and sit up, looking over his stretched out form. He was so fucking gorgeous, and you were in his bed.

You place a hand in the center of his chest, and Jackson sits up on his elbows, his thighs parting eagerly. You giggle, gently kneeing his side.

“Patience,” you hum, dragging your hand down to his abs, letting your fingertips dip between the muscles. You remembered all those times you fantasized about drawing your tongue against them—realizing you can. So you throw a leg over his, sliding down until you’re hovering over his thighs, face level with his hips.

One hand rests on the elastic of his boxers while the other palms his abs. You look up at him as you drag your finger through the lines, following the shape of his muscles. He’s tense, but still coherent, so your other hand slides down to palm him again.

Jackson curses under his breath, eyes never leaving yours. So you lean down and flatten your tongue below his navel. He gasps as you lick down the thin trail of hair that disappears beneath his boxers, kissing the sensitive skin there before moving up again. Jackson whines, and you lift a brow.

“You’re not being very patient,” you say, kissing his stomach before licking up to his chest. Jackson’s head falls back, one hand moving to your hair.

“It’s been almost a year, pie,” he groans. “Want this…want you…”

You giggle softly. When you palm him again, curling your fingers around his constricted length, Jackson practically flies off the bed, grabbing your wrist.

“Baby, I will let you suck my cock until the sun explodes, just…please not now, I’m so fucking close, wanna be inside you…” he breathes. You’re surprised to see his chest flushed and heaving, not having realized how worked up he was over just a few light touches. You swallow and nod.

He smiles in relief, pulling you in for a kiss before sitting up on his knees, gently guiding you back. It’s a little jarring, suddenly being underneath your best friend, but Jackson immediately gives you gentle kisses, whispering your name and promises to make you feel good. You believe him.

You lie there awkwardly as he reaches over you to the bedside table, removing a foil packet. You feel your cheeks redden, which makes him chuckle, and you mumble a quiet shut up. When he holds the condom packet between his teeth and thumbs the waist of his boxers, you realize that you should probably be naked, too. So you cross your arms over the hem of the t-shirt, tugging it over your head and tossing it to the side.

The condom drops and bounces off your thigh as Jackson’s lips part in shock.

“What?” you mumble shyly, bringing your arms to your chest. He clears his throat and fumbles for the condom, shaking his head.

“Nothing. You’re gorgeous. Knew you were, just..." he sucks in air through his teeth.

You blush harder, resisting the urge to tell him to hurry.

Jackson manages to slide his boxers down to his thighs. His cock, once freed, smacks his toned stomach and you grip the covers at your sides as you watch an enticing bead of precum slide down the shaft. It’s exactly as you’d imagined; a little bigger than average, thick, and so beautifully veiny. God it’d feel so good on your tongue, but later. The idea that, hopefully in the future you could suck his beautiful cock whenever you wanted to, made you happier than you’d ever admit to anyone.

You watch as he rolls the condom down his length, swallowing down your doubts as he drops to his forearms on either side of you.

“You okay?” he asks, no humor, no teasing, just genuine concern. You nod and lick your lips.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you say with a shaky breath. Jackson smiles, leaning forward until your noses bump. The action makes you giggle until you realize he’s fitting your mouths together, and suddenly he’s kissing you.

It’s gentle and soft, his lips sucking at your lower one but moving no further than that. Your arms move to loosely hang around his shoulders, where both of his slip beneath you. You feel the head of his cock brush over your clit and jump. Jackson chuckles. It happens again, but this time, the swollen head catches against the opening between your folds, and you can already feel the stretch, wriggling your hips as if to wedge him in.

Jackson begins to push.

The stretch is slow, heavy, delicious, both of you releasing sounds of relief with eyes rolling back into your skulls as though you’ve both spent four years pretending you don’t want this. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, he squeezes you tight beneath him as he sinks deeper and deeper. At last, his hips meet yours, and Jackson Wang, your best friend, is balls deep inside of you. You squeeze your eyes closed, overwhelmed by the sudden and intense sensations and emotions.

“Are you okay? Feels okay, baby?” he asks softly, clearly restraining himself. You nod, licking your lips.

“Mhm. It’s good. So good,” you babble. Jackson chuckles, nodding as he kisses you again. It’s sweeter this time, moreso as he begins to slide out. The drag of his cock makes you shudder, and you clamp your thighs tight around his waist.

“That’s it,” he hums, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Lock me up inside you, baby. So fucking pretty.”

You purr in response, arching your back. Jackson takes this as a go ahead, pushing himself up to his palms as he begins to fuck you properly.

You feel your mouth open in shock as he thrusts rhythmically, the switch between emptiness and fullness making your head spin. Every time his hips smack the backs of your thighs, another grunt escapes his mouth, and fuck if you couldn’t listen to that sound for the rest of your life.

Jackson leans down and kisses you. This time, you make sure it’s not as sweet, sucking his tongue and letting him lick yours. You taste his groan as he bucks heavily, pausing to collect himself. Your legs hook around his waist, heel digging into his lower spine, making him moan.

“F-Fuck baby, gonna make me come already,” he breathes, letting his head hang down. You smile, cupping his face and pulling him into you.

“So sensitive,” you purr. Jackson huffs.

“Maybe I shouldn’t,” he hums, wincing at his own sharp thrust. “Maybe I should pull out and leave that gorgeous head to wonder what it’d be like.”

“You won’t,” you reply, calling his bluff. “If I begged you, I bet you’d go raw.”

Jackson surges forward, hands moving behind your knees as he folds you nearly in half. You choke on air and look up at him, wondering why the fuck you've forced yourself to wait for this.

“You don’t have to beg for shit. Don’t fucking tempt me, y/n.”

Your mouth opens at his tone, but he begins to fuck you harder, gripping your form against him as he gives you everything he has. Your whines turn into muffled cries as he tucks your face into his shoulder.

“Shh…let’s not let the neighbors know I’m finally inside you baby…that’s it, quietly…take it for me, yeah?” he hums, and you whimper, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs bounce uselessly where he holds them in place, giving him room to be flush against your ass each time he bottoms out.

“Can’t wait for you to let me lick this sweet little cunt until you cry,” he murmurs, leaning back to slip a hand between you. You jump when he immediately finds your clit, index and middle finger repeatedly alternating pressure. He’s a god damned expert, and you feel yourself clenching tight around the obstruction of his cock.

“Fuck…is that all it takes? You’re squeezing me like a fucking vice, y/n," Jackson groans. “More, baby. That’s it…fuck. So fucking good.”

“J-Jackson,” you huff, squirming beneath the pressure of his weight. “Nng…f-feels so good…”

“Yeah, princess? Just like you've dreamed about?"

Fuck. He always knew, knew you too well, were you made of glass?

"Y-yeah," you whimper, choosing not to lie. "B-Better."

Jackson kisses you again, his hand slowing its movements to match his hips.

“Show me,” he says roughly, obviously close himself. “I wanna feel you cum, baby. Want my cock shiny and sticky like my tongue was.”

“Mm..don’t stop, ‘m close,” you breathe. You tuck your hands into his hair, tugging at the strands, knowing what kind of response you’d experience. He groans, as expected, though pulls back and pushes your thighs apart.

He looks down at your cunt swallowing his cock whole as he rubs at your hooded clit, cursing and biting his lip. Your cheeks flush despite everything, and when his eyes flicker to your face—you’re not sure what to call that expression if not love.

You want him to cum first. You bring his hand away from your clit and up to your lips, kissing the wet pads of his fingers before slipping them into your mouth. Jackson lets out a high pitched noise that you can’t wait to tease him over later as he watches you suck them.

He swallows and leans forwards, pulling your fingers away from your mouth to kiss you. You think it’s an accident, the intimacy, but the kiss is soft, so soft that he stops thrusting and you stop trying to make him cum, so soft that you’re suddenly crying and hugging him and apologizing for being a fucking idiot.

“Hey, ‘s okay baby, I’m here,” he whispers, his own eyes wet. “Stop crying, y/n. I’m right here. I’m yours. I’ll still be yours tomorrow. Shh...”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” you breathe, burying your head against his throat despite the fact that his cock is kissing the opening of your cervix currently. “I was scared, Jackson, so fucking scared, I-I think I loved you so much that I scared myself into thinking I couldn’t.”

“Huh?” he asks, knowing damn well what you said according to the stupid grin on his face. You roll your eyes, using the back of your hand to wipe at your tears.

“I said I love you, asshole,” you whisper, sniffling. “And ‘m not gonna say it again.”

“Okay,” he chuckles, pulling your hands down to wipe your tears himself. “Fine. I’ll just memorize the way you sound when you say it and play it over and over until we live in a nursing home together."

"You roll your eyes, smiling through the teariness. Only you would cry in the middle of sex, but Jackson seemed to love this, taking it as your not-so-silent confession.

He eventually shifts again, making you shudder despite the fact that he was only getting comfortable. He prepares to ask—you already know—want me to stop? So you shake your head before he gets the words out.

“I want it, you know, without,” you say instead, shyly looking up at him from your elbows. Jackson looks a little confused, and you sigh, gesturing around as if that’s helpful at all. “You know. Without.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying, pie—”

“I’m saying I want you to fuck me, and then I want you to tell me you love me so I can say it back without dying, and then I want to go to the pharmacy with you and get plan b even though I’m on birth control because we’d make cute babies but I wanna wait like 10 years probably. So, like, without? If you want?”

You finish your monologue, your cheeks burning hot. You flop to your back and cover your face, once again forgetting about the cock buried inside of you. Jackson doesn’t, of course.

“Are you asking me to hit it raw—”

“Must you be so unromantic—”

“Shut up and c’mere,” he mumbles. He leans down, pulling you up enough to kiss you. You feel him shuffling between you, embarrassed by the gasp that slips out when he pulls back. Jackson smirks. There’s a snap of rubber and he winces as he removes the condom, tossing it into his desk trash can.

“Easy, baby. He’ll be back,” he chuckles.

“I’m actually going to kill you,” you groan. But then he’s pushing into you again, and fuck if the look on his face doesn’t make you want to buy a first class ticket to hell.

“Fucking…jesus…baby…” he gasps. You giggle, though he just pushes you back to hide the apparent blush on his cheeks.

“That bad huh?” you mock him, feeling him bottom out, completely. He curses and dips his head to kiss you, but it’s messy and desperate and feeds the fire that’s been burning inside of you for too long.

“So fucking…nng…so fucking pretty,” he says with a sharp snap of his hips. You gasp, clinging to his shoulders as he leans down. He kisses you again, hard, palms flattening on the bed on either side of your hips. He uses the leverage to fuck you harder, leaning over you until you’re pinned beneath him.

“D-Didn’t know it’d turn you into an animal,” you giggle breathlessly, hand fisting his hair. He groans and tilts his head to the side.

“You turn me into a fucking animal, baby,” Jackson grunts. “Makes me…makes me want to do stupid things, like fuck you without a condom and cum so deep the pill doesn’t do shit to stop it—”

“Jackson—”

“You said it first. Still gonna make you swallow the pill with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

You squeak and tug him down for a filthy kiss, tongues barely missing the mark as his thrusts become loose and sloppy. He’s fucking himself dumb, gripping the sheets and whining against your mouth like a dog.

“G-Gotta make you cum. Gotta make it good for you,” he breathes, reaching between you. You pull his hand away, shaking your head. He begins to argue but you squeeze your thighs around his waist, making him shudder and stumble. He falls against you, cursing into your hair as he continues his thrusts.

“Want you to cum first,” you whisper, hugging him tight. “Want you to fill me up like you said, so fucking deep—"

He groans, leaning on you and thrusting heavy as he snaps his hips forward. His speed remains the same, but you can hear the sound of his hips meeting your ass like he's trying to bury himself in you indefinitely.

"T-That's...fuck..." you whimper, nodding. "Good, that's good."

“Ah…ah…” Jackson whines, shaking his head. “F-Fuck, baby…gonna cum, is that…is that okay? Fucking…ah…c-can I cum?”

Oh. Oh.

You were going to explore this later, him asking permission to cum. But not now.

“Please, Jax. Please cum for me, in me?” you beg softly. “Promise, I’ll take it so good."

“Fuck, I know you will, princess. Know you’ll take it all so good for me…so perfect, so fucking beautiful…all mine, baby…”

Jackson clings to you so tight you have trouble breathing, but you feel him shudder, hear him gasp, and you squeeze him back just as much. He releases a sob into your hair, his muscles tensing as he cums hard. You feel his cock pulsing, the warmth spreading inside of you, and realize with a start that you’re feeling his actual cum seeping into your womb.

You rub his back for a few minutes while he recovers, until he finally sits up and hisses at the sensitivity of his softening cock still buried in you. When he tugs away, it’s your turn to gasp, shivering at the cool emptiness you feel.

“Was that okay?” he asks quietly, hands pushing your thighs apart. You nod.

“Yeah, ‘s good. What are you—shit.”

Jackson knelt between your legs, lips first kissing your clit before he sucks it into his mouth. You all but scream, trying to clamp your legs together, but his easy strength prevents that.

“F…Jackson...fuck, w-what are you doing?” you whimper again, trying to push yourself up to look at him. He uses a hand on the soft of your belly, pushing you back down. He pops off of your clit, free hand taking over the strokes.

“My babygirl didn’t cum. I’m gonna make sure she does,” he explains as though it’s the simplest thing in the world.

“B-But you…your cum…”

“Mhm, keep reminding me,” he moans, tongue slipping beneath the hood of your clit while two long fingers prod at your sore hole. You wince, but he slowly eases them in, his own cum working as lube. Rather than move them, he holds them there, gently stroking inside of your walls while he laps freely between your labia.

In a frighteningly short amount of time, you’re coming off the bed (literally) with a cry of surprise, mumbling his name over and over again as though he could save you from the crushing pleasure you felt. Your thighs clamped around his head, though he made no move to escape, apparently right where he wanted to be as it allowed him to continue sucking and licking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your legs trembled violently.

It stole your breath, and you saw stars, mixed in a few moments later with a boyish grin and someone peppering your face with kisses. It was the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, definitely if you were comparing him to other men. Well. There was no comparison.

You could only imagine how it'd feel with his cock as deep as it was. Next time. You'd suck his cock, cum on it...maybe make him beg to do the same.

Jackson is patient enough to wait until you’ve mostly returned to your body before he smugly proclaims that he was right, the sex was great, and you owe him a backrub (don’t you usually have to make bets to win them in the first place?) but whatever, because you were fucked out and your boy was happy and probably planning your wedding.

But once you attempted to sit up, wincing at the soreness of keeping your legs open, Jackson kissed you sweetly and urged you to lie down again. He left for a few minutes, returning with boxers (darn it) and a bottle of water, which he forced you to sip whilst he ran you a bath.

You were helped down the hall, feeling like a frail old lady after you insisted you could do it—and had to catch yourself by the doorframe as you walked like a baby deer. You informed him it wasn’t polite to laugh at people you’ve nearly fucked to death, regretting your words immediately as a somehow cocky Jackson became even cockier.

He guided you into the bath, telling you to relax while he ran to the pharmacy. Before he left though, he knelt beside the tub, fingers tapping at the lava-like water you were soaking in.

“Do you like the smell?” he asks, resting his chin on his fist. You nod, letting your fingers find his and trying to pull them beneath the water. He compromised by pulling yours out, kissing the back of your knuckles. “Good. It’s strawberry scented.”

“Fucking me doesn’t make my bath bombs free real estate,” you say pointedly.

“Fucking me doesn’t make my clothes free real estate.”

You open your mouth, then purse your lips.

“Touche.”

“I have something to ask,” he sighs, resting his lips on your hand. “It’s really important.”

Oh god. What.

“Yeah?” you ask, your voice shaky. Jackson grins.

“Just…did you like my cream, pie?”

You stare at him for a few seconds, contemplating the last hour and four years of your life. “I want a divorce.”

“I love you.”

“How…how long have you thought of that joke?” you ask. You didn’t really want to know the answer.

“Um…about 20 seconds after I called you pie for the first time? Not with you of course.”

“Well why in the god damn hell not with me!?”

“I mean? Yes with you?”

“Creep.”

“I love you.”

“I still want a divorce.”

“I still love you.”

“Nng.”

“That means I love you in worm?”

“...Yeah.”

“Heh~”

“Hey Jackson?”

“Mm?”

“Your lil sperms might be kinda fast? So like? Maybe leave now? I do love you but I will not have your babies right now?”

“Oh. Yeah. Be right back. Try not to make a baby with those in the meantime, they’re not ripe yet, you know?”

"...Hurry."

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kathaelipwse · 2 months ago

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GOT7 | Headcanons

Theme: Members As Friends And Lovers

Requested by: @canigotosleep--plz

Warnings: Fluff and just fluff, Neutral gender!reader, my personal opinions!!!

Word Count: 1.0k

Mark Tuan

❀ As a Friend:

The type to listen quietly and then drop the most insightful advice.

Will send you a simple "You good?" text instead of asking too many questions.

Always down for a spontaneous road trip or late-night drive in silence.

The one who remembers your favorite food and orders it for you before you ask.

Rarely starts conversations but always responds when you need him.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Acts of Service & Quality Time.

Prefers subtle physical affection—hand-holding, thigh touches while driving, and soft back hugs.

He’s not the type for over-the-top gestures, but he makes sure you know he loves you through actions.

Might not say "I love you" often, but his eyes show it every time he looks at you.

Loves watching you when you’re not paying attention—he thinks you're the most beautiful when you're just being yourself.

The kind of boyfriend who lets you nap on his chest and absentmindedly plays with your hair.

Lim Jae-beom

❀ As a Friend:

Looks out for you like a protective older brother.

Roasts you all the time but will fight anyone who actually upsets you.

Is the first one to notice if you’re stressed and forces you to take a break.

Would drive you home at 3 AM just to make sure you’re safe.

If he says he’ll be there for you, he means it—he’s as loyal as they come.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Super touchy but in a non-obvious way—lingering hand touches, resting his hand on your thigh, or pulling you close when walking.

Lowkey enjoys cuddling but won’t admit it—he just “accidentally” falls asleep with you in his arms.

He might act cool, but he’s obsessed with kissing you, especially slow, deep kisses.

If he’s jealous, he won’t say anything—he’ll just pull you closer and make sure everyone knows you’re his.

Finds excuses to touch you, like fixing your hair or tracing small circles on your back when sitting together.

Jackson Wang

❀ As a Friend:

The ultimate hype man—your biggest cheerleader in life.

Insists on FaceTiming you instead of texting.

If you're sad, he’ll take you out for a fun adventure to cheer you up.

Will introduce you to every single person he knows and brag about how amazing you are.

Gets over-the-top dramatic about everything just to make you laugh.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Super affectionate—hugs, kisses, and hand-holding all the time.

He has zero shame about PDA—if he loves you, the world should know.

Loves lifting you off the ground when he hugs you.

Needs constant physical closeness—he’ll drape himself over you from behind like a human koala.

If you’re apart for too long, expect a dramatic “I missed you so much!!” the moment he sees you again.

Park Jin-young

❀ As a Friend:

The mom friend—he always makes sure you're making smart decisions.

Likes intellectual conversations and debating random topics for fun.

Pretends to be serious but actually has the best sense of humor.

He'll send you book recommendations and expect you to discuss them with him.

If you have a problem, he’ll help you solve it logically but with a side of sarcasm.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Words of Affirmation & Quality Time.

Prefers small, meaningful touches—a hand squeeze, brushing your hair away, or a soft kiss before leaving.

He’s not the type for over-the-top PDA, but in private, he’s incredibly soft and loving.

Loves slow, deep kisses that last longer than expected.

Would rather whisper sweet things in your ear than say them out loud in front of others.

Writes you letters when he’s feeling sentimental but acts like it’s “not a big deal.”

Choi Young-jae

❀ As a Friend:

A literal ray of sunshine—his energy is contagious.

Always sending you memes and dog photos to brighten your day.

Will drop whatever he's doing if you need help.

If you're sad, he’ll hug you until you feel better (and maybe write a song about it).

The most genuinely happy for your successes.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Words of Affirmation.

Loves cuddling—he could stay in bed all day just snuggled up with you.

Will randomly grab your hand and swing it back and forth while walking.

Likes to playfully boop your nose or poke your cheeks just to make you laugh.

Gets shy when expressing feelings but his touch says it all—soft, lingering, and full of love.

The type to hug you from behind while you’re doing something and just stay there for a while.

BamBam

❀ As a Friend:

Your fashion guru—always wants to go shopping with you.

Loves taking aesthetic photos of you for Instagram.

Teases you all the time, but if someone else does, he gets defensive real quick.

Randomly calls you just to gossip and catch up.

Will buy you a ridiculous gift “just because it reminded me of you.”

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Gift Giving & Physical Touch.

Always flirting—he loves seeing you blush.

Loves PDA but in a playful way—wants to make others jealous of how cute you two are.

Randomly grabs your face and kisses you just because he can.

Buys you expensive gifts but acts like it’s “no big deal.”

If you’re feeling down, expect a shopping trip and a fancy dinner date to lift your mood.

Kim Yugyeom

❀ As a Friend:

The gentle giant—sweet but surprisingly mischievous.

Always down for a random dance battle.

Loves sending you weird, funny TikToks at 2 AM.

The friend who carries your bags without you asking.

If you need a hug, he's got you covered—big, warm, comforting bear hugs.

❤️ As a Lover:

Love Language: Physical Touch & Quality Time.

Loves touching you absentmindedly—playing with your fingers, resting his head on your shoulder, or leaning against you.

Slow kisses are his thing—deep, meaningful, and just enough to make your heart race.

Likes to wrap his arms around you from behind and sway gently.

If he’s lying down, expect him to pull you into his chest for cuddles without asking.

Prefers spending time together over texting—even if you’re just sitting in comfortable silence.

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csprint · 3 months ago

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GOT7 reaction to someone badmouthing their s/o

Ot7 reactions

kookinglikeachef: Really missed these 7 chaotic divas!

Mark:

He doesn’t do all that talking. They either square tf up or stfu. He’s not trained in martial arts for nothing. Ever heard of the roundhouse flying laptop or the air con strike? Talk about his s/o and find out. He dare them.

Jay B:

No words would be said. Fuck with lawyer Lim’s s/o? They’d wake up one day and they’re losing everything. Their job, home, friends. SHUNNED by society. It doesn’t matter. Any other day he would've served them a two piece and a biscuit and we ain't talking food.

Jackson:

OH, so you wanna BOX?! Shits gonna turn into Waffle House. So when he hears them talking. He’s ready to fuck shit up. “Keep my s/o’s name out of your fucking mouth.” And hit them with the Will Smith cause tf they think this is?

Jinyoung:

DISGUSTED FACE. He is utterly disgusted and you know the face I’m talking about. He’s gonna beat them with the ahgabong. Really wants to murder them. Probably does. And he’ll get away with it, too.

Youngjae:

Laughs at them. Like head thrown back, chin touching his chest laughing. Calls up his sister so she can laugh at them too. Whoever was talking bad about his s/o is gonna wish they didn’t. Finds them the next day with his s/o and the rest of GOT7 so they can all point and laugh at the mf since they wanna be so desperate for attention.

Bambam:

“Oh you wanna talk about mothers! It’s mother time. Okay. Your mother so dumb-” he’s gonna roast them to no end and make a whole performance of it. Then it becomes a trend. Their life will be a living hell if someone’s smacking their gums about his s/o. Only he’s allowed to badmouth his s/o (lovingly).

Yugyeom:

Stomp stomp stomp little bitch. He’s not letting someone talk about the love of his life like that. And he’s been taking boxing? Will knock them tf out if he has to but he’s cocky and lets his height do all the talking for him. Learned it from his hyungs. (But if they’re bigger or stronger, then he’s 100% crying). Hope his s/o can handle their own.

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tanghuyuj · 2 months ago

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amusement park date w/ tws! requested

pairing: ot6!tws x gn!reader

genre: all fluff n established relationship !!

warnings: toy gun, use of shinyu’s real name, kissing, fireworks, food, and roller coasters!

wc: 2.8k in total (ohmygosh), specific wc on each member

maia’s note: this was so fun to make i love tws and i love amusement parks. this came out wayy longer than i anticipated so sorry abt that lol!! the only ones that aren’t proofread are dohoon and youngjae’s bc i started getting a bit lazy. i hope u all like this as much as i do ^^ enjoy reading! likes, reblogs, and feedback’s always appreciated! 🧡 / @kstrucknet

SHINYU ~470 wc

i feel like shinyu wouldn’t mind going on roller coasters but also wouldn’t be dying to go on them. he would instead want to just enjoy the day with you and hear me out.. he would definitely love the shooter rides, like the interactive ones!! i could see him getting so competitive and trying to get the highest score he possibly could!! he’s such a cutie and would try to act nonchalant but he’s really just a little geek who loves spending time with u ><

your hands gripped the fake shooter gun as you rapidly shot at the animated targets in front of you. your boyfriend, shin junghwan, had his eyes locked on the screen in front of you two—his silly competitiveness obviously getting to him.

the compact car you sat in took a sharp right turn as it faced another screen with an influx of targets shown on it.

you laughed at this, finding the kiddy enjoyment quite thrilling. junghwan on the other hand, was still fully locked in.

you looked at him with a judgmental stare, coming up with an idea that would fully throw him off.

rest under the cut!

you stretched your arms out so that they would block his sight while pretending to shoot the targets directly in front of him.

“ahhh!! yn!!” he wailed.

you just continued laughing, keeping your arms in place.

he swiveled his head left and right in avail but each time you would mirror your shooter gun in the same direction.

to avoid this, he decided to gently push you down into the corner of the moving car, but ended up underestimating how much strength he actually had in him.

you fell into the wall of the car—not a hard fall luckily—with your face only inches away from junghwans.

he wore a frazzled look on his face, dark brown eyes trailing to your now flushed cheeks and down to your parted lips.

there was no pause of hesitation, no sense of contemplation, as junghwan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against yours.

it only lasted a short while though, with the car abruptly taking a fast turn to the left and pulling the two of you apart.

you sat there, now lowering your shooter gun and looking at junghwan shocked. you couldn’t hold in your laughter, however, as you started giggling, admiring your boyfriend’s also surprised face and missing the touch of his soft lips on yours.

he grinned with you before cupping your face and leaning in for another. but you realize this is a fake out soon after, junghwan quickly turning his head towards the screen again, a teasing smirk now present on his face.

you scoffed at this playful action of his, focusing back onto the game as well; determined to achieve more points and get payback on your all too competitive boyfriend.

DOHOON ~570 wc

i’m a bit puzzled on how dohoon would be on amusement parks for some reason like my brain is just not working in favor for him rn but here’s what i’m thinking.. dohoon would be the kind of boyfriend who would want to get matching headbands or hats or just smth like that!! and take photos together in it. as for roller coasters i think he wouldn’t really mind them and might even have some he really wants to go on. i think he would mostly go with the flow though tbh. he’d take part in planning your day out if u want but would prefer just playing it by ear in a way? honestly i’m not fully sure lmk ur thoughts.

the two of you entered the park, excited to get your day started. the classic amusement park scent hit you, sweet tooth-rotting cotton candy, buttery overly salty popcorn, and the fresh hot churros all filling your sense of smell.

the first and most important stop—according to dohoon—was the shop at the very front of the park. the one with all of the different hats, headbands, keychains, anything you could basically ask for!

he dragged you towards the store, a big grin on his face.

you entered the shop, passing the candies and bubble wands, and arrived straight at the hats aisle.

and that’s when you found them. the perfect pair of matching beanies.

beanies? yes, beanies.

you knew your boyfriend was more of a beanie person than the baseball cap type. meaning when you saw two striped beanies with a combination of your respective favorite colors, you knew it was meant to be.

he bought them with no hesitation, pulling it over your head with a cheeky smile on his face.

“perfect,” dohoon chuckles.

you two make sure to take a gazillion photos in them—it was only right! (dohoon especially remembers to mark every single moment of the day.)

and at the end of the day, you and him settle in a booth at one of the retro style cafes in the downtown looking part of the park. your adrenaline highs both coming down at this point.

he sits across from you, on the opposite side of the table. he stretches his arms out, opening his palms to take your hands in his.

you accept, entangling your hands in his and resting your elbows on the table.

“i love doing these things with you, you know that?” he says, squeezing your hands slightly.

you raise an eyebrow. “doing what things?”

he laughs, looking out the window of the cafe. “having fun dates like this, silly.” he tilts his head as if he’s thinking deep thoughts. “actually, i take that back.”

you frown, “what?”

he turns back to stare at you, grinning now. “i like doing anything with you. it doesn’t have to be something big and exciting, like this.”

you roll your eyes at his sudden change up. “okay lover boy,” you tease. his words linger your mind. you hum, “you’re right. but, that doesn’t mean these bigger dates aren’t nice as well.”

he nods in agreement. “i just think that anything would be fun, as long as we’re together.”

your face flushes, “that’s true hoon.”

the night ends calmly as you and dohoon watch the fireworks show and leave the park hand in hand, matching beanies keeping your heads warm in the breezy winds.

YOUNGJAE ~590 wc

omg i think youngjae would be so romantic at an amusement park but also be very fun!! like during the daytime he’s all excited and what not but at night he gets a lot calmer and ends up just wanting to chill out for the rest of the day. i also think he would be a roller coaster person because of those pictures he posted on weverse of him on a couple roller coasters so i think he definitely enjoys them!! on top of all of this i literally can’t get the idea out of my head of watching fireworks with him in his arms after a long day of roller coasters :(( like that makes me all 🤭

you and youngjae found a bench lining the sidewalk and sat on it, waiting for the firework show to begin.

you held a sugary churro in your hand that the two of you planned to share, ending the night off with a perfect sweet treat.

both you and youngjae’s legs were killing you guys at this point—the thousands of steps taken surely not for the weak—so when you sat on the bench, a wave of relief and calmness flowed through you. you could tell youngjae felt the same, pulling you close to by the waist and tilting his head down slightly to meet yours.

he observed your face as you took a bite out of the long churro. he did this a lot—observing you, that is. he loved watching you through all little actions or movements of yours, actually, you didn’t have to be doing anything at all and youngjae still loved watching you. it brought a sense of endearment to him, a feeling of warmth.

you met his gaze, motioning the churro towards him to take a bite.

he took a good bite out of it, some of the sugar lingering on his bottom lip. you swiped your thumb against it to wipe it off, youngjae quick to react to the touch as he lowered his head to you.

a voice rings through the speakers surrounding the park.

“the firework show will now began.”

you and youngjae turn to look at the starless sky, hearts beating in anticipation.

then, it starts.

three fireworks shoot up into the night, lighting up with a loud bang. bright colors of red, orange, and yellow radiate the dark blue sky. you turn your head to youngjae. and, quite literally, you’re speechless.

he is beautiful.

the fireworks reflect in his dark eyes, his hair appearing as soft as can be, bangs scattered around his forehead and partly covering his eyes.

you don’t know how long you stare at him like that, but it sure is for awhile.

youngjae’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, the ends of his eyes crinkle a bit.

“hm?” he hums curiously, pulling you even closer to him.

you smile. “nothing,” you say almost breathlessly, “i think you’re just really pretty.”

he giggles, and you can feel his chest move up and down as he does.

he looks at you for a moment, pondering on what to say almost. he whispers, “thank you for today. i wouldn’t wanted to spend this day with anyone else.”

you feel as if the loud fireworks are resonating through you, but that could also just be your heartbeat increasing rapidly.

“i wouldn’t want to either” you don’t have to think long before saying your next words. “i love you jae.”

he presses a tired kiss on your forehead. “i love you too yn.”

HANJIN ~390 wc

hanjin would be soo fun to be at an amusement park with!!! i could totally see him wanting to get matching headbands and taking one million photos with them lololol. also since he’s such a photography lover i could see him getting really excited after finding a photobooth and quickly rushing you to it happily!! he’d adore the photobooth strip so much too, like he would definitely have it in his phone case or hang it up on his wall. to add, he’s also such a cutie i just know roller coasters would be fun with him. i think he would love the exhilaration of it all but also be a teensy bit scared. i love this sweet boy lawdd

after a long and tiring day at the park, you and hanjin headed towards the exit; warm hands intertwined cozily.

it was a pleasant and peaceful moment as the two of you stayed close together in the crowd of people—who were also trying to leave the park—until you heard hanjin exclaim in.. shock? excitement?

he quickly dashed out of the swarm of people, pulling you along with him. (not forgetting to say sweet ‘excuse me’s’ to the people you passed through, of course.)

you were dragged along in a daze of confusion until you realized why he’d done it. there was a bright, glowing photobooth that stood out in the gloomy and dark night.

the two of you stopped in front of it and hanjin turns to you with a wide smile on his face, eyes reflecting the shine of the booth.

“can we take some photos?? please yn?” he stresses his plead.

“why would i say no?” you giggle while ruffling the front of his bangs. “let’s go hannie!”

his hand still in yours, he pulls you into the compact photobooth and discusses the poses he wants to do (this was a very serious matter to him), paying and doing the set up on the screen at the same time.

you just nod at his words and observed the way he looked in the moment. he was happy, so very happy.

the two of you took the photos and rushed to exit the booth afterwards in pure excitement to see how they came out. and with no surprise, they came out perfectly.

he giggled at the sight of the photo strip. “i love it,” he turned to you, looking happier than ever. he continued, “and i love you even more.”

JIHOON ~450 wc

oh boy, oh boy, this silly guy would be so fun to be at an amusement park with. i personally think he would be a roller coaster person but idk for sure. but!! i see it as him being one to drag you from ride to ride because he has so much he wants to do and he’s so excited to go on them with you especially. he would make not even a second of this day dull!! like his energy would be thru the roof all day long and then maybe, just maybe, in line on the last ride you two have decided to go on, he might rest his head on your shoulder and start to get tired. just maybe though. (also i think he would be the one to wear the bag all day. lowk all the members would do that tho.)

jihoon collected your shared bag full with your things after getting off of the ride and the two of you quickly rush out.

he takes your hand in his. “that one next, right?” he gestures to the roller coaster across from you.

“sure, let’s go!” you beam, and the two of you begin walking towards it, a sense of pep evident in your step.

—— later !

jihoon and you have been on rides back to back, screaming your hearts out in joy and posing for the pictures (the poses so far have been peace signs, kissy faces, and deadpans; a few extra miscellaneous ones added into the mix as well).

the sun has fully set, leaving a beautiful dark blue painting the sky and a chilly breeze covering the park.

you and jihoon approached your final, last ride of the night—basically gone through all of the possible attractions you guys could. you walked through the railings and caught up with the line.

all day jihoon had shown no sign of exhaustion, until now, that was.

he hooked his arm into yours and laid his head on your shoulder. you admired his features, your tender gaze hovering over him.

“you tired?”

he’s quick to shake his head.

“no, just need to recharge.” he hums, “you’re like, my charging station, you know? i’m the phone and you’re like… a charger. a charger specially for me—only me.”

you snort at his metaphor. “somehow.. i understand what you’re saying.”

he looks up at you, smiling warmly.

“of course you do, my charging station.”

you meet his eyes, mirroring the same smile as him. “pfft okay then, my iphone.”

the two of you end off the day, holding hands on that last roller coaster and getting ice cream before leaving the park. on the way home, you and jihoon reminisce your exhausting, but fully worth it day.

KYUNGMIN ~430 wc

stop kyungmin would also be so fun to be at an amusement park with. these type of interactive dates would be so fun with him!! okay so i think kyungmin would say he isn’t scared of the roller coasters and on the way there he’d be like “nahh i’ll be fine those are lightwork.” but when you two actually get there and are about to go on the ride he’s actually scared. like very scared. but it’s okay cause you’re there so he’s not terrified at all! (truly though, it’s his pride that won’t let him back down.) ughhh i love kyungmin

you and kyungmin enter the park full of enthusiasm and energy. without thinking much about it, you bolt together to one of the closest rides, trying to make use of the current short wait times.

there’s basically no line as you enter the loading area and are directed to a row of the coaster. oh wow! it also just so happens that the two of you are directed to the very front row. what a fun coincidence?

you were beaming with happiness at this point—the anticipation killing you—but to your scaredy cat boyfriend, something else was killing him.

a sense of fear.

kyungmin took your arm into his hold. “yn um.. is this ride one of the more.. tame ones?”

you stared at him a bit confused. “no kyung, it isn’t really.. why?” you had assumed this whole time that he was a huge roller coaster person just as you were since he’d been reciprocating your excitement all this time. now that you think about it.. he never said he loved them.

he chuckles, but it comes out in a quite nervous tone. “nothing! it’s just..” his eyes wander around, as if searching for a reason. “i was just wondering since i wanted to, um, go on one of the more extreme ones first!”

he cursed himself internally for letting his pride get to him and not being able to confess the truth.

you gave him a doubtful look and opened your mouth to respond—but got interrupted as the gate to the coaster opened. you gave kyungmin a reassuring smile and guided him through the gate and into the seats. his palms a bit sweaty.

the ride goes by in a flash and you hold kyungmin’s hand the entire time (aka his hand was strongly gripping yours the whole time).

after, the two of you exit the roller coaster.

“so.. what’d you think?” you asked him.

he was in a daze, almost. he starts, “that..”

you hold your breath.

he beams, a lopsided smile plastered on his face, “that was amazing!”

please do not repost, copy, or translate. / div cr aquazero

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thealternateuniverse · 2 months ago

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Got7 x reader A/N: I am so obsessed with Yugyeom's AOMG era. He burned those damn skinny jeans the moment he left JYP. If there's a song for this fanfiction- it would be Hey daddy (Daddy's Home) by Usher. (Someone please get Yugyeom a girlfriend 😫) Word count: 2485 Warnings: None just some fluff ______ You turned off your phone with a pout, still frustrated that Yugyeom hadn’t responded to your texts. You checked the time zone—2 AM in Germany, and here you were in Japan, wide awake. Your family had decided to spend the holidays here with Jackson’s family, while the brothers, Mark and Yugyeom, were off vacationing in Germany.

"Stop checking your phone," Jackson teased, sneaking up behind you. "You two were just FaceTiming earlier."

"I can’t help it!" you huffed, crossing your arms. "I miss him already."

Jackson chuckled, draping an arm over your shoulders and shaking his head. "Why don’t we go shopping? We can pick up something for them. It’ll take your mind off him until he wakes up, wherever he is."

It actually sounded like a good idea. Plus, you still hadn’t figured out what to get Yugyeom for the holidays. With a nod, you followed Jackson out for a shopping spree.

The streets of Tokyo were alive with dazzling lights and festive decorations. Christmas in Japan had a different kind of magic—bright illuminations, couples walking hand in hand, and stores filled with limited-edition holiday merchandise. You tugged your coat tighter around you, still feeling the winter chill despite the warmth of the city.

Jackson dragged you into a luxury store first, insisting that Yugyeom needed something stylish.

"Look at this," he said, holding up a designer jacket. "This would look amazing on him."

You tilted your head, picturing Yugyeom in it. "Hmm… it does suit him."

"Of course, I have taste," Jackson grinned. "Unlike you, who was about to buy him—what? A stuffed animal?"

You swatted his arm. "He likes cute things! And he would actually keep it."

Jackson rolled his eyes. "You are so whipped."

"Whatever," you muttered, moving to another section of the store.

Eventually, you settled on a sleek silver ring that you knew would look good on his fingers. Simple but meaningful. It felt like the perfect gift.

Just as you were about to pay, your phone buzzed.

Kyum 💙: You awake? Kyum 💙: I miss you.

You couldn’t stop the huge grin that spread across your face.

Jackson groaned. "Oh my god, you’re smiling like an idiot. You’re literally hopeless."

"Shut up," you said, quickly typing back.

You: Go back to sleep, it's 3 AM there! Kyum 💙: Not until you tell me you love me.

Your heart skipped a beat. Damn him.

Jackson peeked over your shoulder. "Oh my god, are you guys that cheesy? Get a room—wait, no, get another country."

You ignored him, chuckling as you typed back.

You: Fine, I love you. Now sleep.

A reply came almost instantly.

Kyum 💙: I love you more. Also, buy me something cute.

You giggled. Jackson groaned dramatically. "I swear, this is worse than a K-drama."

But you didn’t care. Because no matter how far apart you were, Yugyeom always had a way of making you feel like he was right there with you.

"Seriously, what the heck? It looks like we bought out an entire store!" Jackson groaned, struggling to carry all the bags filled with the items you’d picked out. You hadn’t even really thought about it, you just grabbed anything that reminded you of your boyfriend. Damn, you missed him so much. ------------------- Thanksgiving had come and gone, and you were already back home, but Yugyeom was still in Germany. He’d be there for another two days, and the separation anxiety was killing you. FaceTiming wasn’t enough, either you’d fall asleep first, or he would. It was so frustrating. All you wanted was to cuddle him.

Your phone buzzed, nearly slipping from your hand as you eagerly checked, hoping it was Yugyeom. To your disappointment, it was Bambam. You weren’t even back at your dorm yet, and he was already asking to meet up.

Bam: Where are you? You: At home. Why? Bam: Too bad! Can we meet up around the area? The YSL bag I’m about to give you can’t wait.

Your eyes widened at the mention of a YSL bag.

You: You're lying. Prove it.

Bambam sent a photo almost immediately—a sleek black Saint Laurent bag sitting pretty in its box.

Bam: Doubt me again and I’ll give it to Lisa instead.

You rolled your eyes, but you were already reaching for your coat.

You: Fine. Where are you?

Bam: The café near your place. Hurry up, before I change my mind.

You huffed, grabbing your things and slipping on your shoes. The thought of seeing Bambam and securing a brand-new designer bag was enough to make you move fast.

As you made your way to the café, your phone buzzed again. This time, your heart skipped a beat.

Kyum 💙: Where are you going this late?

Damn. Did he have a sixth sense or something? You hadn’t even texted him yet.

You: Bam wants to meet up. He said he has something for me.

Kyum 💙: At this hour?

You bit your lip. Uh-oh. Someone was grumpy.

You: It’s fine! I’ll be quick.

No reply.

You sighed, pushing the door open to the café, only to be greeted by Bambam’s signature smirk.

"You look nervous," he teased.

You plopped down across from him. "Yugyeom is being weird."

Bambam laughed. "Ah, he’s jealous."

You frowned. "Of what?"

Bambam wiggled his eyebrows, pushing the bag toward you. "Of me, obviously."

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile played on your lips. If Yugyeom was jealous, then maybe… just maybe… he was missing you a little extra tonight.

He handed you the YSL box containing the bag.

"Thanks, Bam!" you beamed.

Trust Bambam to be stylish—he could easily pass as a stylist someday.

Your eyes lit up as you began unboxing it. What the heck? This was absolutely gorgeous.

"Glad you like it! It took Yugye—" Huh?

You paused mid-unboxing and looked up at Bambam suspiciously.

"It took who?" You pressed.

Bambam’s eyes darted to the side, and he coughed into his fist. "Uh—what? No one. I mean, I just—um—found it and thought of you."

Your jaw dropped. "Bambam."

He sighed, slumping in his chair. "Okay, okay! It took Yugyeom forever to pick that bag for you, alright? He called me six times asking if you’d like black or beige, if the gold chain was too much, if the size was right—"

Your heart skipped a beat. "Wait… he picked this?"

"Yeah, duh." Bambam rolled his eyes. "Why do you think he was acting weird earlier? He probably wanted to give it to you himself."

You stared at the bag in your hands, warmth spreading through your chest. Yugyeom picked this. He was the one worrying over every little detail, making sure it was perfect for you.

Your phone buzzed again.

Kyum 💙: Are you home yet?

You bit your lip, trying to fight the stupid grin forming on your face.

Bambam groaned. "Ugh, you have that lovesick look. Just call him already!"

You laughed, clutching the bag closer. Maybe you would.

You still hadn’t replied to Yugyeom, too caught up in admiring the bag he’d picked for you. You couldn’t help the fluttering in your stomach, it was so thoughtful of him. Even as you got home, you couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.

Your jaw dropped, even the bag you are holding, when you entered your house.

Yugyeom was sitting on your couch. You almost did not recognize him because...... what the hell did he do to his hair?

Yugyeom was sitting on your couch.

Your heart stopped. "W-What the hell?! What are you doing here?!"

He grinned lazily, stretching his long legs out. "Surprise."

You blinked rapidly, trying to process his presence. "You're supposed to be in Germany!"

"Yeah, well..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly guilty. "I, uh, cut the trip short."

Your eyes widened. "Why?"

Yugyeom smirked, leaning forward. "Because someone was too busy staring at a bag to text me back."

Your mouth opened and closed, heat rushing to your cheeks. "I—I was just—"

"Just what?" He stood up, stepping closer. "Too distracted by the gift I picked for you?"

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing as he invaded your space. "Maybe."

His smirk softened, and he reached out, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. "Did you like it?"

You looked down at the bag, still stunned. "I love it."

Yugyeom hummed in satisfaction. "Good. Then I don't regret flying all the way here just to see you hold it."

Your breath hitched. "You flew back for me?"

He grinned, tilting his head. "Well… yeah. And maybe because I missed you like crazy."

Your heart was doing backflips at this point. "Idiot." You whispered, but you were already reaching up to pull him into a hug.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "Yeah, yeah. But I'm your idiot." “And what the hell did you do to your hair?!” you blurted out, slightly pushing him to take in his whole new appearance. His once dark locks were now light brown, tousled messily as if he had just rolled out of bed. Yugyeom smirked, running a hand through his newly dyed hair. “You don’t like it?” “I—That’s not the point!” You threw your hands in the air. . “You’re supposed to be in Germany! And now you're here, looking like some K-drama second male lead who's about to break my heart.”

He let out a low chuckle. “Damn, is that what I look like? Should I go back to black?” You shook your head in disbelief, stepping closer. “No, it’s just… Why? And why do you look like this?”

You had to admit, his new look did something to you that you couldn’t quite explain. He looked... magical.

“Wanted a change. And… I missed you.”

Your breath hitched. “So you impulsively dyed your hair and hopped on a flight back?”

He shrugged. “Pretty much.”

You stared at him, your emotions a chaotic mix of disbelief, fondness, and something dangerously close to love. “You’re insane.”

He smirked, tugging at your wrist, making you stumble forward slightly. “Maybe. But you love me anyway, don’t you?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart was hammering in your chest. “Debatable.”

He laughed, pulling you close to him once again “Then I guess I’ll just have to make you admit it.”

You remember you have to give him what you bought from Japan also.

Your eyes widened as you suddenly remembered the shopping bags in your room. You quickly turn around making Yugyeom raise an eyebrow at your sudden movement.

"Wait, I got you something," you said, rushing over to grab them in your room, neatly wrapped package from your shopping spree in Japan.

Yugyeom smirked, watching you with amusement when you returned. "Oh? My girlfriend spoiling me now?"

"Shut up," you muttered, shoving the bag into his hands. "Just open it."

He chuckled but did as you said, tearing into the wrapping like an eager kid on Christmas morning. His eyes lit up when he pulled out the limited edition designer hoodie you had painstakingly picked for him.

"Shit," he muttered, running his fingers over the fabric. "This is sick. You really know my taste, huh?"

You shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant even though his reaction made your heart swell. "Well, you should look good if you're gonna keep making impulsive decisions like dyeing your hair brown."

He snorted. "You love it. Admit it."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. "Are you gonna try it on or not?"

Yugyeom smirked, standing up and pulling the hoodie over his head in one swift motion. It fit him perfectly, and damn, you had to admit he looked really good.

"So?" he asked, striking a playful pose.

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Yeah, yeah. It suits you."

He stepped closer, leaning down slightly. "That all?"

You huffed, looking away. "Fine. You look hot, okay?"

He grinned, his hands sliding around your waist. "Knew it."

You groaned. "I hate you."

"Liar," he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You hesitated for a moment before reaching into the shopping bag again. Your fingers brushed against the small velvet box, and suddenly, you felt nervous. It wasn’t that serious, but still… buying a ring for someone felt kind of intimate.

Clearing your throat, you pulled out the box and handed it to Yugyeom. "I, uh… I also got you this."

He looked at the box, then back at you, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "A ring?"

You nodded. "You always wear them, and I saw this one and thought it’d look good on you."

Yugyeom opened the box, and for a moment, he just stared. Inside was a sleek silver band, simple yet elegant, something that screamed him. His long fingers traced over the metal before he slipped it onto his ring finger, testing the fit.

"Damn," he muttered, holding up his hand to admire it. "You really know me too well."

You shrugged, trying to act casual. "If you don’t like it, you don’t have to—"

"Shut up," he interrupted, stepping closer. His fingers curled around your wrist, tugging you toward him. "I love it."

Your breath hitched when he lifted your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. His lips brushed your skin so softly that it sent a shiver down your spine.

"Does this mean I gotta get you one too?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat creeping up your cheeks. "Just say thank you, idiot."

He grinned, his fingers lacing with yours—the ring on his hand shining under the dim light.

"Thank you, my idiot," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your lips this time.

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justawritterwithideas · 1 month ago

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never his type | park jinyoung

summary: a little inspiration from lee youngji's “small girl”. I've always known that I'm not the kind of girl Jinyoung would choose. I'm not delicate, I'm not reserved, I don't fit into his perfect world. Besides, he only sees me as his friend. So I decided to stop trying, to let him go and live without expecting anything from him, and for the first time, to look in another direction without expecting that he will look back at me. But why does it seem like every time I try to pull away, the more he tries to get closer? warnings: I haven't written an au in a long time, so there might be some poor writing, beyond that a lot of mixed feelings, fluff, jinyoung!coworker, AAAAAAAA I loved writing this. this story is a jinyoung x fem y/n, hope you like it. words: 8,316 words. (ohmy) a/n: it's been a while since I last wrote, but I was in a creative slump for a long time where I didn't like anything or had no motivation to write, but recently got7 made a comeback and I said 'why not?' also, I've noticed that there isn't much got7 content on tumblr, so I hope you like this one, I really enjoyed writing it and finding myself again. i want to remind you that English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes I hope you will forgive me :( thank u, TQM.

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“Baby, would you still love me?

Though I got a big laugh, big voice, and big personality

Would you guarantee?

‘Small Girl’, Lee Young Ji.

They say that love is not forced, that if you have to beg for someone's attention, then it's not worth it. But no one tells you what to do when your heart is stubborn, when it insists on beating harder for someone who barely notices you.

I knew it from the beginning.

Jinyoung would never look at me the way I looked at him.

Because I'm not his type.

I'm not the discreet, elegant girl he usually likes, and that's okay.

Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself while I change the name of his contact on my phone and promise myself, once again, that this time I'm going to get over it.

But of course, saying I'm going to get over him is easy. The problem is actually doing it.

Because even if I delete our pictures together, even if I promise myself that this is the last time I let it affect me, the next day I'm still in the same place. Sitting in the usual coffee shop, surrounded by the same people, with Jinyoung on the other side of the table, laughing at something one of our co-workers said.

And, by inertia, my eyes search for him.

Memorize him.

His laugh, the way his eyes close a little when he's really enjoying himself, how he runs a hand through his hair when he's concentrating.

Little habits that I shouldn't notice, that shouldn't matter, but are engraved in me.

I take a deep breath. No more.

I'm going to forget you.

I'm going to stop liking you.

Because yes, today will be different.

Today, for the first time, I won't wait for you to look back at me.

Today, I will finally stop liking Park Jinyoung.

That's a promise.

But to be honest, I don't know exactly when or how I started to like Jinyoung, I think one day happened and that's it, there was no turning back.

Although I do remember the first time we met.

I think it was April, or maybe May, or something like that, a month where flowers were beginning to appear on the trees along with the first signs of the return of the warm sun in Seoul.

It had been a busy few weeks, probably the busiest I'd had since coming to this place. Work had multiplied after my partner's maternity leave, so all her work was now mine as well and it was starting to pile up next to the work I had accumulated for weeks on my desk.

I remember that my blouse was bothering me and my pants were not warm enough for the cold office, which was hiding from the sun's rays. In desperation because of the cold, I decided to escape from my pile of earrings to get some sun on the terrace, knowing that I might get a scolding.

But at that moment, I didn't care; I wasn't going to let someone else catch a cold when spring was in full bloom.

As I waited for the elevator, intending to escape in it, the metal doors opened revealing my boss accompanied by someone else. I felt that karma was playing against me for my actions, but at that instant my mind was not for worries.

In fact, his attention was on the young man in front of me and how I had suddenly forgotten how to breathe, leaving the air trapped in my lungs. His black suit perfectly marked his figure, his glasses, always sliding down the bridge of his nose, gave him an added charm, and his lotion....

God, his lotion was almost as mesmerizing as his gaze.

“Miss Kim, how nice to find you around.”

My supervisor's voice snapped me out of the trance that was beginning to cloud my mind.

“I want to introduce you to Mr. Park, Park Jinyoung, he will be your new partner until Miss Yun returns from leave.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kim.”

I don't know how long I stared at Jinyoung, but it was probably my flushed face and the awkwardness of my response that caused him to laugh.

From that day on, we became inseparable.

In my eyes, he was the spitting image of a prince out of a fairy tale. From head to toe, he looked like the perfect man. But it wasn't just his looks that captivated me, it was the way he was that made me fall more in love with him every day.

I loved that every morning he would greet me and talk to me until our workday began. That, throughout the day, he would give me little treats to keep me energized. That he would accompany me to lunch, even if he had already finished his lunch break. That he would wait for me in the elevator so that we could go to the bus stop together and that, without saying so, he would let a few buses go by just so he could stay a little longer by my side.

But to be honest... was there anything I didn't like about Jinyoung?

Ah, yes.

There was something.

I didn't like that I wasn't his type.

One day, as I was on my way to deliver some papers to Marketing, I saw Jinyoung and a couple of friends sitting around having a coffee. My feet were hurrying towards them to greet them but my brain slowed them down, hearing the question Jaebeom had asked the brunette before they could see me coming.

“What about you Jinyoung, what kind of girls do you like?”

My heart began to beat fast, almost as if I had run a full marathon without stopping. Like a coward, I hid behind a pillar while I listened to their conversation.

Yes, it was disrespectful of me to listen to someone else's conversation, but I couldn't move. I didn't know if it was my body or my heart that had decided to leave me there, listening to the dialogue between them.

“Well, I don't have an exact type.”

I breathed again.

“Don't lie, I know you have one” A second voice spoke.

My eyes caught the silhouette of BamBam, who was playfully slapping his hyung.

“Don't be shy, Jinyoungie. Tell us, we are friends.”

It seemed that the pressure caused by the pair had made Jinyoung succumb to their question, who was starting to rub the back of his neck before answering them.

“Okay, okay... Well, I like girls shorter than me, I don't really have a preference in hair color but I think blondes look good, they look pretty. Maybe that they're discreet, elegant, that I feel like I can introduce her to my parents without fear that they might reject her, that they don't talk or laugh too much, I don't know! Right, that's enough.”

Shit.

My body froze.

Suddenly, I could feel the coffee I had drunk in the morning getting stuck in my throat, unable to move from my spot.

I stood there, my fingers clenching tightly around the papers I was supposed to deliver, as if to keep my thoughts from spiraling out of control.

Discreet. Elegant. Pleasing in the eyes of her parents.

Definitely, of all the things the man had named.

None of those things were me.

I let out a low sigh and closed my eyes for a second, forcing myself to compose myself. It wasn't like he expected to hear my description on his list, but I wasn't amused to feel so out of it either. Like the possibility didn't even exist.

Nothing on that silly list defined me. If anything really characterized me, it was my outrageous laugh, my sarcastic comments that left more than one person speechless, and my absolute inability to keep quiet when something bothered me. Not to mention, of course, my ridiculous height, which used to surprise anyone upon seeing me for the first time.

And elegant? Well... tripping over my own feet and spouting curses at the worst moment definitely didn't fall into that category.

I pursed my lips and glanced sideways again.

Jinyoung was smiling with the confidence of someone who thought he was pretty clear on what he wanted. But if he was so sure, why did he feel the need to justify himself so much?

I forced myself to let go of the papers in my hands and smooth them out with my fingers, playing with the edge of them. It was then that a small smile appeared on my lips.

“Of all the things you mentioned, Jinyoung, none of them fit me,” I thought, feeling a spark of amusement mixed with something else, something I didn't want to admit. “It's almost like I'm exactly the kind of girl that terrifies you.”

I bit my lip, fighting the temptation to laugh. But not a happy laugh, but the kind that sounded more like a resigned sigh.

“Oh, noona!”

A shiver ran through my body when I heard BamBam's voice calling me. As best I could, I recomposed the expression on my face and turned around, looking at the trio in front of me.

“Mhm? Oh, guys, what's wrong?”

“What are you doing here, is something wrong?”

Quick. Make something up.

“Oh yeah, I wanted to check with you guys to see if you knew if Seojun was at his desk, I was asked to deliver some papers to him before he went out to lunch.”

“I'm not sure, in fact I think he already went out, but we can-”

“You're bleeding.”

Jinyoung's voice brought me back to earth, feeling his hands wrap around mine and watching as blood gushed out and stained the papers.

“Let me tend to you, let's go get something to nurse-”

“Don't worry, Jinyoung. I'll go to the bathroom and then I'm going to redo these papers.”

“But it's almost time to eat and your finger...”

“Don't worry, I'll stop by today from lunch, I have to deliver this urgently, don't worry. Excuse me.”

As best I could, I bowed and slipped out of there.

That day was the beginning of something I didn't know how to stop.

After that, I started to distance myself. At first, it was just small, almost imperceptible details. I avoided spending too much time in the same spaces as him, I let conversations with the group flow without looking for his gaze, and I even forced myself not to react when he said something that would normally make me respond in search of some reaction from him. It wasn't difficult, at least at first. I kept telling myself that it was for the best, that there was no point in holding on to something that clearly had no place in his world.

But Jinyoung... he didn't make it easy.

Every time I thought I had found a balance, something about him would push me back. A genuine concern, a warmer-than-normal smile, the way he always seemed to notice when something was bothering me before others did. Details that shouldn't mean that much, but to my misfortune, they did.

And so, while I tried to pull away, he kept tugging at an invisible string that tied me to his orbit, even without realizing it.

Until one day I looked at my reflection and understood that my heart was not only frayed...but that every show of affection from him was making it break a little more.

“Noona, are you okay?”

BamBam's voice snapped me out of my trance. I blinked several times, snapping back to the present. We were in a coffee shop with the team, the murmur of conversations and the sound of cups clinking against plates filled the atmosphere. I hadn't even realized I had stopped listening.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah... I was just thinking about a few things.”

Jinyoung looked at me from across the table. It seemed that my disconnection to the atmosphere had caused him some strangeness, trying to tell me something through his gaze, something I couldn't quite make out.

I removed myself in my seat, uncomfortable.

“Wow, she looked so serious I thought she was planning world domination or something” Youngjae joked, making me let out a forced laugh.

I forced myself to pick up my glass and take a sip. I didn't want them to notice anything weird. I didn't want him to notice something was wrong.

But I knew it wouldn't be long before he did. Because Jinyoung always noticed those things.

And that was just the problem.

My phone vibrated in my bag, causing me to rummage through my things before I saw the screen.

Jinyoung: hey, u okay?

My eyes searched for him, catching him in the way he was watching me from across the table, almost crossing me. A subtle smile, almost impossible to discover whether it was a lie or not, came across my face, accompanying a soft nod of my head.

Me: yeah, don't worry! :)

I went back to watching him, trying to connect with the conversation the group was carrying so that I could look interested and laugh at whatever they were talking about, unconcerned with the man in the other corner.

It seemed to have been a success when he reconnected to the flow of the others.

When the coffee had cooled and everyone looked pretty interested in leaving, the conversation was over, and being honest I don't even remember 80% of what we had talked about that night. Gradually the goodbyes began to be heard, as well as the sound of cars leaving the place.

To my misfortune, not having a car tied me to public transportation, occupying an app or asking others if they could get me as close to home as possible.

“Are you leaving already?”

My heart gave a slight flip when I heard his voice, but my mind forcefully suppressed it. I turned to meet Jinyoung, who had stopped beside me with his hands in his pockets and that calm expression that always seemed so natural on him.

“Something like that,” I replied lightly, glancing at my cell phone screen again. “I'm seeing if an Uber or taking the bus is more feasible.”

“Don't worry, I'll get you closer to your hou-”

“Oppa!”

Our conversation was interrupted by a third party, causing all attention to focus on the newcomer.

Jia, Choi Jia.

Remember the list of things Jinyoung had said earlier about his ideal girl? Well, somehow, everything about her fit perfectly with the description the boy had given that day.

Short, elegant, discreet. Her long blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her sweet smile seemed designed to win over any strict mother. She was the kind of girl who didn't raise her voice any louder than necessary, who always knew how to behave at the right moment.

In other words, his ideal type.

And, of course, she knew it.

I barely turned around to see her approaching with a beaming smile, holding Jinyoung's arm with familiarity.

“Let's go together! Our house is in the same direction, remember?”

A knot formed in my stomach before I could help it.

Of course, how had I forgotten?

Jia and Jinyoung lived in the same area.

It was almost as if fate was playing all its cards so that our paths wouldn't come together in any way.

He blinked, confused, as if he had just remembered that detail. “Oh... right.”

“It's perfect,” she continued, not letting go of his arm. “That way you don't have to take a detour.”

Jinyoung hesitated for a second and his gaze rested on me, as if he was still considering his original offer.

But I saw it in his eyes... he wasn't going to say no to Jia.

And I had no intention of just standing there waiting for him to do so.

“It's okay, don't worry, Jinyoung,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. “I'll take the bus, it's fine.”

“But-”

“Noona!”

Another voice interrupted me before Jinyoung could continue speaking. BamBam approached with the phone in his hand and an excited expression.

“Where are you going now, noona?”

“I'm going to catch the bus.”

“No noona! A friend is coming to pick me up and he can bring you closer to your house too, he's in the same direction where we're going. He has no problem with you joining us on our journey.”

I inwardly thanked him for his sudden intervention and nodded quickly. “Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience anyone.”

“Trust me, you won't.” He said with a mischievous grin. “Besides, it sure will do him good to meet more people.”

Just then, and almost falling from the sky, the lights of a black car illuminated part of the parking lot as it pulled up in front of us.

“There he is,” BamBam announced, raising his hand in greeting.

The driver's door opened, and out stepped a tall boy with somewhat tousled dark hair and a calm but attentive expression. His sharp features were accentuated by the dim street lighting, and the way he moved, with a natural, effortless confidence, made him instantly catch the eye.

BamBam smiled proudly before making introductions.

“Hyung, hey!”

Jinyoung, who was still beside me, straightened his shoulders slightly. Jia tilted her head curiously and I just stood static, watching the man arriving to join us.

“This is Mark.” The boy greeted everyone with a simple nod, trying to decipher our names. “Hyung, this is Jia, Jinyoung hyung and my noona, that's who we'll be taking today, our new traveling companion.”

“Bam's famous noona, it's a relief to finally give her a face.” A smile broke out on my face as he finished speaking, thanking the heavens that the subject had suddenly changed his direction.

“I hope he spoke only wonders about me.”

“Oh, of course he did. In fact, I don't think he was able to shut up after I asked him.”

Mark's laughter was catching in the air, causing me to laugh along with him as well. But despite that instant of grace, I could feel Jinyoung's steady gaze burn into my back.

“Don't talk about me like I'm not here! Hyung, noona!”

As if by magic, I felt again that there were people around us, forgetting the feelings that were wrapping around me a couple of minutes ago.

“If you're going to keep laughing at me like that, then we'd better leave, I don't want to be humiliated by you guys anymore!”

I shook my head in amusement as I watched him get into the car, turning my gaze back to Jinyoung and his new co-driver.

“It was nice meeting you guys, I hope we can meet more often.”

Mark's voice broke the silence, echoing softly in the air before he bowed goodbye and got into the car.

Just then, my eyes met Jinyoung's, and my heart raced without warning. I didn't understand why I felt this way so suddenly, but in his gaze there was something... something he was trying to tell me, just like in the cafeteria a couple of minutes ago.

“Well... Get home safely. See you Monday.”

I raised my hand in a farewell gesture before turning to get into the car. But, at that precise moment, a gentle tug on my clothes made me stop.

To my surprise, Jinyoung was holding me. His face reflected an urgency that unsettled me. His lips, as red as an apple, seemed to have been bitten just a few seconds ago. His eyes roamed my face with intensity, as if desperately searching for an answer in it, as if what he wanted to tell me was trapped between us.

With a thread of a voice, I barely managed to ask, “What's wrong, Pepi?”

He opened his mouth, his tongue was pressing against the inside of his cheek, as if the words were on the tip, ready to come out. But they didn't. His grip on my clothes became firmer, as if he was trying to keep me from leaving without hearing what he had to tell me.

But in the end... nothing.

I felt his grip loosen until his hand fell to his side.

“It's nothing, sorry.”

My chest tightened with inexplicable frustration.

“Oh... it's okay.”

A wave of disappointment washed over me from head to toe. I wanted him to speak, to let out those words I was holding back. That he would give me a reason to stay a few seconds longer. But he didn't.

So I just sighed and mumbled a goodbye, before finally getting into the car.

The goodbye had been brief, but the weight of what was left unsaid hung in the air.

The car started up, gliding nimbly between the streets. From the back seat, I watched the city lights fleetingly flash past the window, as Mark and BamBam's voice mingled in distant conversation.

“Noona, how far are we from your house?”

BamBam's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked a couple of times before leaning in slightly to look at him.

“Ah... Not much, about ten more minutes.”

I tried to sound natural, but my mind was still trapped in the instant I had shared with Jinyoung. Or rather, in what we did not share. Something inside me told me that he had wanted to talk, that he had been on the verge of doing so, but something stopped him.

Was it fear, was it doubt, or was he just not as important as I thought he was?

Mark seemed focused on the road, his face serene, but BamBam was watching me with a curious glint in his eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a lopsided smile, as if he knew exactly what was going through my mind.

I didn't answer right away. Instead, I forced a smile.

“Yeah, I'm just tired.”

BamBam let out a slight sigh and shrugged. “If you say so, noona.”

The rest of the ride passed in comfortable silence, interrupted only by the murmur of the radio and the occasional conversation between the two of them. For my part, I watched the lights of the city go by, turning the matter over again and wondering what would have happened if Jinyoung had spoken.

Soon after, I could see the cluster of buildings where my home was. The car came to a complete stop and that's when I just opened the door to get out of the car.

“Thank you so much for approaching me, Mark.”

“No problem, besides you were just passing by.”

“Good night, guys. Thanks again.”

Setting my feet on solid ground, I waved goodbye to them one more time before turning around. However, like déjà vu, something once again got in my way, preventing me from moving forward.

“Noona.”

My stride stopped and I turned to look at him.

“If you want to talk about whatever happened back there...you know where to find me.”

His words were playful, but there was something genuine in his tone. I was silent for a moment before smiling sincerely.

“I know, thank you, Bam.”

The next thing I heard was the car start up and drive off into the darkness of the night, as I headed for my apartment.

As soon as I closed the door behind me, I let out a long, tired sigh. I leaned against the wood and closed my eyes, letting all the oxygen in my body go out of my mouth.

It seemed like all my attempts to get away from Jinyoung wanted to be put on pause, almost as if fate finally wanted to give me some of what I prayed so hard for before I went to sleep.

But I couldn't give in to the slightest bit of attention he was giving me, I had to be strong enough to be able to overcome these feelings that were blossoming more and more in me.

I had promised.

I had promised myself.

Be that as it may.

I'm going to stop liking you, Jinyoung.

Despite all my attempts to forget what happened on Friday and turn the page, I had spent the whole weekend with my mind trapped in that moment with Jinyoung.

I relived the scene over and over again, searching in his gaze, in his body language, in every little gesture, for some clue as to what he really wanted to tell me.

But after so much thought, I came to the conclusion that if he didn't say it, maybe it wasn't as important as I thought.

Maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. Maybe, at the last second, he realized that what he wanted to tell me wasn't worth it. Or worse, maybe there was never anything to say.

So I decided to dismiss it. There was no point in going on and on about it and gnawing at my head.

By the time Monday came around, I had buried the issue in the back of my mind, focusing on what really mattered: work.

It is clear that Mondays are always the worst day of the week, but it seemed that today was set to be the worst of all. Apparently all the meetings had been scheduled for that day.

I had barely seen the shadow of Jinyoung's silhouette all day, he had been going up and down the elevator loaded with papers, at the same time that I was moving from one room to another to have all the meetings that could exist in the world.

We didn't cross a single word all day.

There were no morning greetings, no pauses for conversation, no little sweets left on my desk.

And though I repeated to myself that I needn't have minded, a part of me couldn't help but notice.

Between all the work and the small but possible breaks there were to rest, it suddenly got dark and again I was at the entrance of the building, seeing if it was more economical to order an Uber or walk to wait for the bus.

“Are you waiting for the prices to go down?”

Jinyoung's voice interrupted my internal debate, lifting my gaze from the screen and observing the brown-haired man. I couldn't help but scan him, he was wearing a casual outfit but one that didn't lose that hint of elegance he always used to have, he looked perfect.

“Something like that, but I don't think it's going to happen.” I shrugged my shoulders before I could stow the phone in my bag, watching him once again.

“Let's go together.”

His sudden proposal caught me off guard, feeling the pounding of my heart echoing in my chest. A soft blush settled on my cheeks, noticing how Jinyoung gave me one of those smiles that generated butterflies in my stomach.

But before I could say anything, a familiar voice interrupted that scene.

“Ah, noona!”

An elated BamBam appeared in front of us, who looked like he had run so he could meet us.

“We were looking for you.”

“We?”

As soon as that question escaped my mouth, Mark appeared at the side of the young man, who gave him a small pat on the back before looking at me.

“We're going in the same direction as last time. If you want, we can take you again.”

My gaze shifted from BamBam to Mark, and then to Jinyoung.

For the first time that day, he seemed at a loss for words.

His expression tensed for a brief moment before he regained his neutral gesture, as if the interruption didn't affect him in the least.

“Oh guys, excuse me but-”

“You guys go ahead. I'll take the bus. Actually, I have to go somewhere else, I'm meeting someone.”

The echo of Jinyoung's voice made me turn around, noticing how suddenly his expression had changed just like his previous proposition, once again.

His tone was calm, almost indifferent.

But something about the way he averted his gaze and how quickly he ended the conversation made me feel a small twinge in my chest.

Before I could say anything, he had already turned and was walking away down the street with his hands in his pockets.

Mark and BamBam were silent for a few seconds, exchanging quick glances with each other before looking back at me.

They knew something had happened, but neither asked.

“Shall we go, noona?” said BamBam finally, in his usually nonchalant tone, as if he hadn't just noticed how strange the whole exchange had been.

My gaze didn't leave Jinyoung's backpack until it disappeared around the corner, feeling again like there was something he had wanted to say but ended up vanishing into thin air.

“Yeah, let's go.”

The rest of the week went along pretty much the same way.

Whenever it seemed that Jinyoung was going to approach me to tell me something, BamBam and Mark would appear out of nowhere with their usual:

Noona, come on, we'll give you a ride.

At first, I didn't think anything of it.

It was a nice gesture on their part and actually saved me from taking public transportation.

But after the third, the fourth, the fifth time... I started to notice it.

And I wasn't the only one.

Every time it happened, Jinyoung would clench his jaw for barely a second before immediately relaxing, as if reminding himself not to react.

Every time BamBam would appear with his carefree smile, I would watch out of the corner of my eye as Jinyoung would avert his gaze, pretending that it didn't bother him at all.

Whenever Mark would make a simple nod of his head to signal me to leave, Jinyoung would clench his fists slightly, as if he was holding something back.

But he never said anything.

He never complained.

He never tried to avoid it.

And yet, that restrained annoyance was becoming more and more apparent.

Mark and BamBam began to notice it too.

Their gazes became more curious every time Jinyoung and I crossed paths.

More analytical when Jinyoung feigned indifference.

More amused when it seemed that, for a second, he was about to say something... only to stop and carry on as if nothing had happened.

And I, for one, began to wonder how much longer he could keep holding back before he finally snapped.

Finally it was Friday, and as had become customary, I waited at the entrance for my trusted drivers, they didn't usually take much longer than 10 minutes to show up.

As I waited, I could tell that I was no longer alone, but that there was a second presence beside me.

“Shall I keep you company?”

My face turned the instant I saw Jinyoung next to me, noticing how he was arranging his glasses on the bridge of his nose. A smile broke out on my face, nodding softly at his offer.

“Will you go with them again?”

I nodded once more, watching his face turn that relaxation into tension as he confirmed what it seemed he didn't want to hear.

“It's a nice gesture on them to approach me, plus I save some money that way.”

Jinyoung let out a small laugh, but it didn't sound genuine. Rather, it sounded like he was trying to downplay something he didn't particularly enjoy.

“Yeah, right... a nice gesture.”

He didn't say anything else, just looked down and gently kicked the ground with the toe of his shoe.

A small silence formed between us.

It wasn't awkward, but there was something about his posture, the way his jaw tensed and his hands remained inside his coat pockets, that made me think he was holding back from saying something else.

But before I could break the silence that had formed, the vibration of my phone interrupted us.

Bam: Noona, sorry but we're going to be a little late.

My brow furrowed, trying to figure out what was going on with the little context that message had delivered.

A second notification came through.

Bam: Mark is stuck in traffic and I'm having a tummy crisis.

Bam: I didn't have to eat that much kimchi for lunch.

Bam: Go ahead noona, don't wait for us.

I quickly answered that message to stop worrying them and put the cell phone back in its place, letting out a soft sigh.

“Looks like my attempt to save ends today.”

“And that?”

I turned and looked at the man, who was looking at me as he arranged his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Mark and Bam won't be able to take me today” I let out a small chuckle before noticing Jinyoung's face relax. “I'll start walking or I'll miss the bus.”

My feet stomped to the stop, but it seemed the echo of my footsteps weren't the only thing I heard.

“I can give you a ride if you like!”

My footsteps paused for a moment. I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly or if my mind was playing a joke on me. I turned to him with a slight nod.

“Huh?”

Jinyoung cleared his throat, as if he himself was surprised by his own offer. He settled his glasses on the bridge of his nose and repeated more firmly.

“That I can give you a ride if you like.”

“Since when do you have a car?” A smile tugged at my lips, noticing how the man moved closer.

“Since Jackson stopped borrowing mine and decided to buy one.”

“He finally has his own car, good for him” We both shared a laugh, feeling how we were back to feeling as comfortable as before. “I was already pretty sure he was going to end up buying your car from you.”

“Thank heavens no, so I can now offer you a ride.”

Again that look.

That look that wanted to say everything but at the same time his mouth said nothing, with that gleam that illuminated his pretty eyes, and how not to forget those pink lips-.

Stop it, stop thinking about it.

My head shook, pushing away those thoughts that, once again, invaded my head again. I relaminated my lips before regaining my composure, watching Jinyoung, who seemed quite interested in my sudden action.

“So, shall we go?”

I hesitated for a second.

Would this really do me any good?

There was no answer to that but if I wanted to get over it, this was the way to do it, putting myself to the test one last time.

“Yeah, come on.”

We both shared a smile before we could walk to the car.

The drive began with a quietness that didn't feel uncomfortable. Jinyoung drove with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the window, while I absentmindedly looked out of mine, feeling the warmth of the sunset tint the city in orange hues.

“If you want, you can play music,” he said suddenly, without taking his eyes off the road.

“Are you sure you trust my playlist?” I joked, grabbing his phone that already had the music app open.

“If it's still this chaotic, probably not.”

I let out a laugh as I started to slide through his playlists.

“Do you actually still have this playlist?” I asked, surprised to see one in particular.

“Which one?”

“The one we made together when we first started working together, with the most ridiculous songs we could find.”

Jinyoung laughed low, shaking his head.

“I didn't have the heart to erase it.”

“Oh, come on, Jinyoung. Tell the truth,” I lightly nudged his arm ‘you love listening to ABBA when you're alone in the car.’

“If you keep that comment up, I'll drop you off at the next corner.”

We both broke into laughter, feeling that distance that had appeared between us over the past few days begin to fade.

It felt right.

It felt... natural.

As the music played softly in the background, we continued to chat, picking up old jokes and creating new ones in the process, almost feeling like the distance that had been generated had brought us closer, where we were once again the same people who would scold each other for not stopping talking after a meeting.

At some point in the conversation, our best memories began to surface, feeling my stomach ache with every laugh we let out.

“It wasn't my fault!” Jinyoung protested with laughter.

“What do you mean it wasn't your fault! You left me stuck in the meeting room because you 'thought I was already gone'!”

“I did it under pressure.”

“Pressure from what?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Pressure from wanting to leave quickly before I got caught in another meeting.”

I let out another laugh, gently punching his arm. I could see how the traffic light had changed to red, giving us a break from the laughter we had been sharing since we got in the car.

Jinyoung ran a hand through his hair, blurting out a sentence that chilled me to the bone.

“I missed this, I missed you.”

The sound of cars passing around us seemed to fade for a moment. My breath caught in my chest as my mind processed his words.

I missed this, I missed you.

It was not an elaborate confession, not a speech full of carefully chosen words. It was simple, sincere and, above all, unexpected.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye, watching his fingers drum softly on the steering wheel, a nervous gesture I rarely saw from him. His eyes were fixed on the red light of the traffic light, but the tension in his jaw gave away that he was waiting for an answer.

No, he was begging for an answer.

I couldn't lie to my own feelings, so I was honest with him.

“Me too” I whispered, almost without realizing it.

Jinyoung turned his face slowly toward me, as if he wasn't sure he had heard right. My gaze met his, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't feel the need to look away.

The traffic light changed to green, but neither of us reacted immediately. A car horn behind us broke the moment, bringing us back to reality.

Jinyoung cleared his throat slightly before tightening his grip on the steering wheel and continuing to drive.

The silence between us was no longer awkward, but charged with something else. Something that hovered in the air, making me feel more aware of his presence, of the accelerated heartbeat in my chest, of how my skin bristled every time our arms accidentally brushed.

The rest of the trip was calmer, sharing different opinions of events that had happened in the office, almost as if we were both trying to avoid the recent confession we had had.

Sooner or later we had arrived at the apartment complex. My eyes averted their gaze from the large buildings to Jinyoung, who was watching me uneasily.

“Thanks for the ride, Pepi.” A new smile broke out on my face, fixing me as he shared his with me as well.

“No problem, it's no trouble.”

“Be careful coming back, okay?”

Before I could leave, I felt my hands itch, almost needing to do something else. Hesitant to do so, I simply let my instinct decide for me.

I leaned in slightly and deposited a kiss on his cheek, barely a brush, but just enough to feel the warmth of his skin against my lips.

Jinyoung seemed to freeze, as if trying to process what had just happened. I didn't wait to see his reaction. I turned quickly and got out of the car, feeling my heart hammering in my chest.

As soon as the cool night air enveloped me, I realized something.

I wasn't going to move forward like this.

If I kept hiding behind small, contained displays of affection, half-hearted moments and unspoken words, I would never get out of this emotional tangle.

“Agh, what a fool.” I muttered to myself, keeping my pace steady down that path.

I took a breath of air, clenching my fists. I couldn't go on at this in-between point. I was determined.

As I was about to take the first step away from there, ready to stop fantasizing about something that was never going to happen, his voice reached me.

“Wait! Y/N!”

Jinyoung didn't shout often, and the fact that he did so now took me by surprise. I turned instinctively, and before I could react, he was already in front of me, breathing in agitation from catching up to me so quickly.

“Jinyoung... What are you doing, why are you here?”

“Are you still going with them?”

His question surprised me a little.

Had he run that far to ask me that?

“What? What do you mean?”

“If Mark and Bambam keep telling you to go with them, will you?”

I stared at him, sensing that his question had a second meaning. I didn't mean it because of the way he said it or the context, but because, for the first time, his eyes were watching me and telling me what they had hidden so much, what caused that special gleam in them.

“I-I, uhm, I don't know, I think-”

“You don't have to go with them. Let's go together.”

His voice sounded firm, but there was something else in his tone: a silent plea, a truth that had been holding back too long.

I stood still, feeling my chest shrink with unexpected warmth. My mouth felt dry and all the words I had thought of at that moment had vanished, feeling lost in the intense gaze Jinyoung held.

“I don't want to keep watching you walk away” He whispered, with the intensity of one who has held on to something too long. “I don't want to keep walking behind you, waiting for you to turn around. I want you to stay. With me.”

The world seemed to stop.

I don't know if it was the way he said it, with that perfect mix of sweetness and conviction, or the way his gaze held me so securely, but I felt my heart stop for a second only to then beat harder.

Jinyoung didn't speak without thinking. And if he said something like that... it was because he really meant it.

“What are you talking about, Jinyoung? W-what? What about Jia?”

As soon as I mentioned the girl's name, it seemed that suddenly his face turned into confusion.

“What does she have to do with it?”

“Please Pepi, it's obvious. She's...”

I struggled to keep my gaze on his, feeling I wasn't strong enough to tell him, to admit what was obvious.

“She's everything you want. From head to toe she's your ideal girl, Jinyoung.”

He took a step forward, eliminating any space between us. My breath hitched as he brought his hand to my face, with the softness of someone who feared he might vanish at any moment. Our gazes reconnected almost instantly, leaving my heart rate to rise again.

“It's not, of course not.”

“Please don't deny it to make me feel better, I heard you.”

My teeth caught my bottom lip, holding back the urge to cry that was starting to grow in my body as I remembered that instant.

“I heard you that time, when Jaebeom asked you what your ideal type of girl was. You described her perfectly, out of your whole list of things, Jia was the spitting image.”

A laugh escaped the boy's lips, feeling that what he had just heard was the funniest thing anyone could have said to him.

“No, it's not true.”

Before I could respond anything, feeling offended at the uncharacteristic way he had called me a liar, he continued speaking.

“She was never my type.”

Jinyoung brought one of his hands to the back of his neck, ruffling his hair a little, as if gathering all the courage he had to finally let out everything he was holding back.

“I made up that list” He finally admitted, his voice laden with a mixture of frustration and something deeper. “Not because Jia was my type... but because if I said what I really liked, Jaebeom and BamBam would have noticed instantly.”

My eyes widened even more, hearing the loud gallop of my heart in my ears. My lips parted in shock.

“Realized? Realized what?”

His eyes bore into mine, serious and vulnerable at the same time.

“That the only person who fit my true description perfectly...was you.”

The air seemed to rush out of my lungs all at once.

“Do you know how many times I was asked that? How many times I wanted to say it?” He moistened his lips and shook his head softly. “But I couldn't. I didn't want them to know before you did...before I had the courage to tell you myself.”

My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it.

“But when they asked me that time...I panicked. I wasn't ready to admit it out loud, not in front of them, not when I didn't even know what you felt. So I made up a list. One different enough that no one would suspect... but generic enough that no one would ask any more questions.”

The truth of his words fell on me like a sure blow. Everything I had taken for granted, everything I had interpreted as fact, crumbled in the face of the confession Jinyoung was regaling me with.

And worst of all... I believed it.

Because there he stood, with his heart fully exposed, with those eyes that had never been as honest as they were in that instant.

“You were never part of my list, because if I said it out loud...everyone would have known it was always you.”

After his confession, the loud sound of my heartbeat and his erratic breathing was all that could be heard at that moment.

“It was always you ever since I met you, ever since I saw you in the elevator. The one that made my heart beat so hard it made me dizzy, the one that made me want to get to work early because then I could start my day seeing you, that made me repeat lunch...” He paused a little before he could smile sincerely, looking at me once more. “The one that made me leave my car at home just so I could walk her to the stop and have a little more time to talk.”

Small tears slid down my cheeks, the way the sincerity of his words had managed to not only alter my heart, but had also broken down every barrier I had built around him.

Jinyoung raised his hand cautiously, watching my face with concern at the sudden tears that were beginning to well up.

“What, why are you crying, did I say something wrong?”

I shook my head softly, trying to hide my own sobs between giggles, feeling a weight lift off my back.

“No, Jinyoungie... It was perfect.”

There was no sign or anything specific, we just knew.

Jinyoung tilted his face slightly, and the instant our breaths intertwined, I knew there was no turning back.

Our lips met in a desired kiss that seemed like it would never happen, as if we were both tasting the sensation, making sure this wasn't a dream. But instantly, the need to be closer enveloped us like an unstoppable current.

The feel of his hands around my waist was firm, seeking not to separate me from him until he decided for himself. A shiver ran down my back as the sweet taste of his breath mingled with mine, and I found myself losing myself in the sensation, in the warmth, in the fact that after all, he had always been there.

Slowly we parted, letting our breaths mingle and our foreheads meet, resting after that whirlwind of feelings we had just unleashed.

Jinyoung smiled, that soft, shy smile that always managed to make me forget everything else.

“Ewww, get a room!”

BamBam's familiar voice made us all jump out of the way, as if we'd been caught doing something forbidden. I felt my cheeks burn as I turned my head and was met with the most embarrassing scene possible: BamBam laughing uproariously, Mark leaning against the car with a knowing half-smile, and Jaebeom with his arms crossed, nodding approvingly.

“How did they...?” I asked in the direction of Jinyoung, who looked even more embarrassed than they did as he cheered us on.

“It's about time, were they planning to keep up that tension until retirement?” Mark's striking voice was next to interrupt the silence, who was fist-bumping with Jaebeom. “You owe me 20,000, Bam.”

“God! Hyung, really, just now? You ruin the moment.”

Instinctively, we both burst into laughter, feeling the tension and embarrassment completely melt away after that moment. Our gazes met once more, and as if the whole world came down to this instant, we kissed again and again under the cover of night.

I always thought I would never be the kind of girl that men liked.

Maybe it was because of my indelicate way of saying things or my innate ability to blurt out the worst comments at the wrong time. Maybe it was also due to my height, which used to surprise many, or the bland color of my hair, which didn't stand out at all.

But that night, as I felt Jinyoung's arms around me gently, his warm breath brushing against my skin and his gaze fixed on me as if I was the only thing that existed, I understood that everything I once thought about myself was meaningless.

Because for him, I was enough.

To him, my outrageous laugh, my sharp sarcasm, and my total inability to keep quiet when something bothered me were not flaws, but part of what he loved about me.

And as his lips met mine again, I knew I didn't need to be anyone else's ideal guy.

Because I was already his.

And that was more than enough.

lots of love, alme ୨ৎ

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