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katyleen · 1 month 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 · 1 month 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 · 8 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 · 1 month 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 · 26 days 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 · 12 days 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 · 1 month 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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talkingsaxy · 5 months ago

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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND YOUNGJAE

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thealternateuniverse · 27 days 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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slytherinshua · 8 months ago

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TWS AS BOYFRIENDS

genre. fluff. headcanons. warnings. not proofread. pairing. tws x fem!reader. wc. 2.2k. (around 350-400 per member). request. requested by anon. a/n. whoo these were so fun to write but also hard lmao i hope you all like them and hopefully they're accurate.... I TRIED MY BEST!!

SHIN JUNGHWAN

junghwan is your own personal baby

because he’s the oldest in tws and the leader he can get tired of having those responsibilities all the time

he loves that with you he can be himself without having to worry about being responsible for anything

he’s so clingy he basically turns into a koala the second he gets home to you

back hugs all the time, you have to learn how to walk around with him attached

he loves to rest his head in your lap omg if you play with his hair he would melt

and don’t you dare stop once you start cause he will complain :(

he’s so soft for forehead kisses, he gives them to you all the time

with little whispered compliments as well sdksjdksfjs

he’s so attentive LIKE IT’S HOT HOW ATTENTIVE HE IS

he always knows your schedule and what you’re doing for the day

he always checks up on you and he can read you so effortlessly

it’s almost telepathic you are so connected with him

if you tend to misplace your stuff a lot, he will always know where it is

your phone, you lip gloss, you keys, your wallet, your jewelry

he keeps track of anything and everything just for you <3

he makes little playlists for you and sends you pics of anything that reminded him of you

you’re just always on his mind no matter what he is doing

omg his morning voice is insane

like his voice is already deep imagine how much deeper it is in the morning

drives you absolutely crazy and he catches on to how much you like it

uses it to tease you in the morning, junghwan thinks it’s so cute how you get all shy

but this man can also get quite shy from things you do

if you say you love him randomly he’ll blush maybe even stutter he just can’t handle it when he doesn’t expect it

and also his neck is pretty sensitive so if you kiss it his brain is gonna malfunction

you’ve made him buffer in real time if you do that he literally becomes frozen in his spot

you really are the best balance to each other, equally affecting the other and always having the other on your mind

KIM DOHOON

dohoon always knows how to make things fun and exciting

he’s always looking for new things to try out and make new memories with you

whenever he has a day off he’ll go out with you whether it’s to a board game cafe, bowling, shopping, or even ice skating, he’s ready to try everything with you!!

you laugh all the time with him, it’s like there’s not a dull moment

he takes fashion so seriously so he’d definitely love to style you

shopping dates are his favourite!!

would beg you to try on different dresses and tops, anything he saw that he thinks would look good on you

of course you oblige him

he loves matching outfits the most

he’ll take so many pictures of you two together with your couple outfits

he makes sure to not miss any of the accessories either

matching rings, matching bracelets, matching necklaces, he has everything

cause even though he doesn’t say it, he gets jealous easily and matching with you is a way for him to tell the world that you’re his

we all know he’s so shy and introverted, so while he loves to try new things, he also has a limit to it

if you wanted to do multiple things in a day outside he’d probably get so tired at the end

he also hates taking pictures outside he just feels so shy about it

he will take pictures of you, though, but you’d have to convince him a lot to take pics together :(

so you usually just take pics before you leave 💔

he’s so good at cheering you up as well

he’ll talk to you softly about anything that’s concerning you and he really gives the best advice in the world

he’ll offer hugs or kisses or whatever you need

will also sing for you whenever you want, even if he’s a little shy about it at first

he loves how you’re his biggest cheerleader and he tries to be your biggest fan as well

you’re both supporting each other all the time and sticking by each other’s side through anything

when you’re with him, it feels like the world was made for just you two

CHOI YOUNGJAE

he is the most caring boyfriend on the planet!!!

he always knows exactly how you feel and exactly what you need when you’re not at your best

even just a few encouraging words and a kiss from youngjae can make everything feel better

he can get so sassy out of nowhere— he’s not afraid to judge everything and everyone around him

even if he doesn’t say anything you can see it on his face

and he likes to gossip with you too he can’t help it

so you share all your girl tea with him and he gets so immersed in it

loves drama just as long as it’s not happening to him or anyone he’s close to

he can’t stand it when things are stressful because of unnecessary drama, it just gives him a headache

if you ever got into an argument with youngjae it wouldn’t last long

he hates conflict so he’d admit he was in the wrong pretty fast

he’s the mom of tws and he’s pretty mature, he definitely knows when a fight is worth it or not

it’s peaceful with youngjae 99% of the time

plus he already has to deal with his 3 children in tws

but even though he’s not as outwardly chaotic as the other members of tws, he’s still a lot of fun

he’s like that unintentionally funny type

he says whatever comes to his head and he’s quite witty with it

never fails to make you laugh, he’s just comfort in a person <33

he likes reading so he loves to exchange book recommendations with you or read books together

he’d annotate your favourite books and give it to you for you to read KSDKS HE’S SO ROMANTIC IN SUCH A SUBTLE WAY

he also loves to go on casual or more chill dates

if it’s a picnic he’d make food for you, or if it’s an at-home date he’d make sure to create the best setup for you to cuddle together

his subtlety and attitude towards dating makes you feel so at ease

it always feels like you’re enough for him, he’s never asking for anything else from you

you fit together so perfectly, you would never get bored of each other’s company

youngjae is just comfort to you, he’s your home

HAN ZHEN

hanjin makes life feel exciting for you

it’s not even an exaggeration in the slightest, when you’re with him you are always creating the most precious memories that you will remember years to come

he’s quite smart and responsible as he’s the oldest child in his family

he knows a bunch of random knowledge that you wouldn’t even expect from him

but i feel like he is quite chronically online so he learns a lot lol

he knows the best ways to cure headaches, he gives really good massages, i feel like he even studied how to kiss or flirt ksdksjs

we know he loves taking pictures but his camera roll is literally only you

he’s always taking pictures every single day, he just loves documenting everything!!

sometimes he’ll tell you to pose and he always gets the best angles and lighting

other times he’s taking candids which might be his favourite

he has pictures of you sleeping, he loves to tease you about how cute you look

whenever he compliments you he’ll fish for one back jokingly

but if you don’t give him one back he’ll get pouty and sassy too

but you just think it’s super cute

he sends you daily ootd’s and always asks for your opinion on them

of course he looks so fine in everything and you tell him that

if you specify that something looks good on him he will wear it again because you like it skdjks

he loves watching dramas with you and talking about them

you always have the same favourite characters

if there’s a plot twist (ay ay ay ay ay) you’ll both be shocked in sync

he loves to hate on the bad guys with you like you’ll be cussing them out together for real

you help him study korean as well!!

and by that i mean motivating him with kisses even if you don’t know how to speak it yourself

seeing how much he improves everyday is just 💔 you're so proud of him

and knowing someone is proud of him makes him work twice as hard :(

you’re always there cheering him on and sharing the best moments of your life with him by your side

HAN JIHOON

hyperactive playful boyfriend #1

he literally has two moods either he’s the sweetest most romantic or he’s trying to annoy you in any way he can

probably become a little bit too addicted to pulling pranks on you or teasing you in any way he can

seeing your reaction when he stole one of your lip glosses or scrunchies was a little too good because he started to step it up a bit further

but he took a little too far because he went for your food and that was where you drew the line

had to pay for all your food for a week after that but the boy learned his lesson

you still both enjoy a little harmless prank and you’ll think of ways to top him as well <3

and you both tease each other about everything

you’re always laughing together and are the brightest and most energetic when you’re around him

when he’s tired he gets so clingy

even though he’s usually the vitamin and the energy for other people, he needs someone to give him energy as well

and he just loves you so much he’d never stop hugging you if he could

he’s always so sweet when he’s not being mischievous

and he’ll always listen to your concerns and problems and take them seriously

he gives the best advice that he can and communication with him is so key!!

he gets excited about the smallest things as well which is adorable

your successes are his successes, and he is always celebrating you however he can

he’s dancing 24/7, doing tiktok trends, group choreo, or random tutting that he learned recently

he forces you to do it as well lol

probably laughs if you get it wrong but is also the best teacher

biggest cheerleader for you when you do it perfectly

he has so many videos on his phone of you and him dancing together

also some other videos that he took either of both of you together or just you :(

obsessed with candids like he just loves you when you’re the most comfortable and he’s obsessed with capturing it on his phone so he can look at it whenever he wants

jihoon is the sun for other people but you are the sun for him

LEE KYUNGMIN

hyperactive playful boyfriend #2

kyungmin always knows how to make things fun

he’s such a cute and lovable person omg he gives me cuteness aggression

he’s kinda possessive of you lol

he’s always taking your side of any argument and clinging to you

cause he’s so young he’s pretty feisty too

and he takes great pride in being able to call himself your boyfriend so if anyone dares to question him or you he’ll take care of it

he has so many little hobbies and interests, he enjoys practically everything

especially when you’re there doing it with him

he will teach you a bunch of different games and compete with you

rubik’s cube solving competitions, chess tournaments, basketball shooting competitions, bowling (he’s surprisingly good), even water bottle flipping

he really loves competing, he thinks it’s so fun

he loves playing on your team even more than competing with you, though

if you play any game with the other tws members kyungmin will fight to be on your team

he’s also a cheater in games against the other members skdjks

he’ll scheme with you on how to cheat and celebrate with you when it works

kyungmin always talks so highly of you and boasts about you to his friends

because he’s so proud of you he wants everyone to know that you’re his

he’s a bit shy when it comes to affection

hugs and holding hands are all good but any kind of kissing will get him blushing and flustered

he has to build up his confidence by starting with cheek kisses

eventually he’ll get confident enough to kiss you properly

it’s so sweet because you’re experiencing so many firsts together

he asks the other members for relationship advice and what he receives is a bit… questionable

he’s probably left with more questions than answers

but he always tries his hardest to be the best boyfriend ever

and in your mind he really is the best, there’s nothing about him that you would ever want to change

his youthful energy is so infectious you’re never bored when you’re around him

he’s just your adorable cinnamon roll of a boyfriend and he loves you so much 💔

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

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fr4ncehere · 7 months ago

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bf!youngjae headcanons 🙏🏽🙏🏽

pairing: bf!youngjae x fem!reader

genre: headcanon, fluff

a/n: i'm so happy that this is the first request, thank u sm for requesting anonn🥺 i want to remind you this is my first headcanon and my mother tongue isn't english so sorry for any mistakes

i hope u enjoy~!

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first of all, youngjae's love language is acts of service. that's a fact.

youngjae is the mother of tws. so if he is already careful with the members, imagine how he is with his girlfriend!

he takes cares of you like a flower (you're his flower.

he would spend all his money on food for you, after all, he just wants to see you well… and fed.

and why not spend that money on snacks like he already does?

i can perfectly imagine him sending messages to you like:

"babe, i just left the hybe building and i'm at the convenience store now"

"and look what i found"

*pic of a snack*

"What flavor do you want this time?

*pic of holding MANY of the same snacks in DIFFERENT flavors*

y/n: "youngjae my love but yesterday you bought 7 packs of these for me, still have them here at home, you don't need to buy anything for me, angel…"

"ARE YOU GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THE FOOD THAT I'M BUYING TO YOU AGAIN? >:("

he makes a point of talking and acting in front of the other members that you are the only person who he shares his snacks with

and shares it with you in front of jihoon just to tease him LOLLL

you don't even need to ask or request youngjae

"honey, did you see that there are snacks in my bag, right?"

"did you eat anything, babe? what? why didn't you grab the ones in my bag? i told you…" he says this holding your face gently :((

youngjae being youngjae is not a fan of physical touch, but when you least expect it there is a koala stuck to your body

the same goes for his unexpected little kisses on your cheek~

just like your hugs, it has become something normal

when you're studying and out of the blue there are arms around you and a long kiss on your cheek

he says something like "my girl" or "i'm proud of you" and then he leaves like nothing happened

or when you're on your cellphone, or sitting on the couch, or in public… (i'm telling you, he acts like this OUTTA THE BLUE

he also likes to put your foreheads together and look into your eyes or just bring your faces closer with that puppy eyes and smile that only he has and then… mwah!!! a kiss!

you already have such a close relationship with him (and so funny) that you come home telling him EVERYTHING that happened during your day AND IN DETAIL as if he is your gossip friend

when you least expect it, you told him LITERALLY EVERYTHING that happened in your day and you didn't even notice.

all the gossip, all the joys of the day, all the frustrations....

and he listened to everything while sitting still in front of you🥹 (guys this boy simply doesn't exist, seriously.

you know, just this boy's company is the cure for anything...

literally like a puppy, just being around makes you feel good

being around youngjae is like feeling at home

he is your home. he is your daily comfort.

days when you are tired or sad, you don't need to say anything and he is already there, hugging you, whispering words of comfort...

his advice makes seem like your problems and messes are simply nothing

AND YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW, LIKE, HE IS AN ANGEL? EVEN HIS VOICE SOUNDS LIKE ONE SO---

and your personality? oh god...

this boy is so calm, how can he be so patient with you?

and you don't need to say nothing. he knows how you are feeling just looking into your eyes, or just looking at your actions.

and if he needs to sing or whisper a song in your ear to make you feel better, he would make sure to do it with a 5 minute song for you

because you know, he just wants to see you well, his only pleasure is to see you happy.

depending on the situation, he puts post-its on your things with motivational phrases and phrases for you don't forget how much he loves you hdjsbxkbs <//3

you wouldn't understand how silly he gets when he sees you smiling for something he did (he feels so proud of himself

or when you run to him looking for his hug and he plays with it running away from you

at these times, youngjae's stomach only has butterflies and that's it!

when he thinks you feel good about his actions it only makes him even more silly

and then he forgets he was playing with you and hugs you tightly

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katyleen · 1 year ago

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Eyes On You The Moment We First Met

Pairing: Shinyu x reader

Synopsis: You, an average student suddenly bumped into one of the most popular boy in the school.

Warning: A few curse words, fluff??

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‘Damn it where’s my notebook?’ You thought to yourself as you’re rummaging your locker. You’re just an average student, with small circle of friends and average scores, not involved in any of the school drama. You’d like think that you’re living a peaceful life in school….besides the assignments and studies that the teacher gives you. It’s their job though so you can’t really blame them.

Finally after looking at your locker for a while, you finally found your notebook. You grabbed it and closed your locker, immediately walking away to go to your class. You didn’t expect to bumped into something after stepping away from the locker though, which results with you accidentally dropping your book. You looked up to see that you didn’t bump into something but someone. And you certainly didn’t expect to be face-to-face with the most popular boy in the whole school, Shinyu.

“Ah..sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You apologized, slightly bowing to him and then going to reach for your book on the floor but he beats you to it. He bended down and grabbed the book, lightly patted your book to remove the dust.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have stood that close to you.” He replied sheepishly, holding the book out for you. You take the book from his hands and look at his face. You never really paid attention to a lot of people that’s not close with you, but you didn’t expect that this school has such a handsome boy wandering around.

‘Holy shit I’ve been blessed to see such a pretty face.’ You thought to yourself, snapping out of it when you notice him tilting his head at you.

“Oh uh it’s fine. So…I’m just gonna go now…bye.” You nervously said, walking away from him after waving him goodbye. You almost missed it, but you noticed him waving back at you as you keep walking further away from him.

*****

“YOU BUMPED INTO WHO?” Your friend yelled, making you kicked her leg lightly and shushed her.

“Keep it down will you?! I didn’t even realize that he was there. It’s not like I bumped into him on purpose.” You explained yourself. Your friend laughed and calmed down.

“But seriously, that’s so unexpected. What are the chances that you’d bump into him of all people? If you ask me I think this is fate.” She said. You raised an eyebrow, not understanding wha she’s trying to say. “Aish, I mean he could be your potential boyfriend.”

Your eyes widen, face heating up as you try to deny her statement. “What are you talking about? Many people bump into someone, are you saying that they’ll end up together?” She laughed again, clearly enjoying teasing you.

“I’m kidding. Sigh I really want that to happen to me too y’know? I want to bump into handsome people too. Maybe someone like Youngjae? He seems so mature and charming.” F/n sighed dreamily. You can’t help but rolled your eyes at your friend while laughing.

Youngjae is also from the same group as Shinyu. Their group consist of six people, Shinyu as the reliable one, Dohoon as the playful one, Youngjae as the responsible one, Hanjin known as the nicest boy, Jihoon being the social butterfly of the group, and Kyungmin who is very energetic.

“Ok stop daydreaming now, the teacher is here already.” You snapped her out of her daydream as the teacher walk inside the classroom to start the lesson.

*****

“Finally it’s break time. I’m starving.” F/n said, stretching her arms.

“Yeah let’s hurry before the line gets too long.” You then run to the canteen and buy lunch. You walk toward an empty table and start eating while talking to each other. All of a sudden, everyone around starts to look at the same direction and whispering to each other. You and F/n also got curious and try to look at what everyone is looking at.

There you can see Shinyu and his friends walking to the canteen. Their effects are no joke, even their mere presence can make people stop and admire them. Your friend shot you a teasing look, with you just shaking your head and continue eating. You heard footsteps coming towards your direction but you shrug it off, thinking someone is just passing by, until you hear someone clear their throat.

“Ahem…excuse me. There’s no empty table left so can we sit with you guys?” Someone asked. You and your friend look at the newcomers, suprised to see Shinyu and the others in front of you. F/n stutters for a bit before she managed to say yes. Now, you’re sitting between Shinyu and Hanjin with F/n in front of you between Youngjae and Jihoon. Kyungmin sits next to Shinyu while Dohoon sits next to Youngjae.

“Thank you for letting us sit here. Otherwise, we might have to sit on the floor instead. Jihoon joked, looking at you and F/n. You laughed, saying it’s no problem. As you guys eat, you can’t help but notice how Shinyu sometimes looks at you. You hope it’s not because of earlier.

“Hey aren’t you the girl from earlier?”

Well shit.

“Wait this is the girl that bumped into you earlier? Waahh hyung no wonder you can’t stop talking about h-“ Shinyu immediately covers Kyungmin’s mouth, desperately trying to keep him from continuing his line. Luckily you didn’t quite catch what he just said, but your friend sure did, giving you a mischievous look.

“Don’t listen to what he’s saying. Anyways I’m sorry again for earlier.” He said, seemingly still thinking about what happened. You shake your head while giving him a reassuring smile.

“It’s fine. It was just an accident, I also wasn’t looking where I was going.” You said. “And here I was thinking you’d forget about it by now.” You joked. He hides his face from you, maybe still embarrassed about it? You’re not sure.

“Hahaha hyung, your ears are red. Relax, it happens to anyone don’t let it bother you that much.” Dohoon said. They then eat and make a joke every now and then, and they sometimes include you and F/n too. It seems that they are already comfortable with you guys.

Youngjae, as responsible as ever, looks at his phone and reminded you all, “It’s almost time for the next class. We need to go now if we don’t want to be late.” You all cleaned the table and about to go to your separate ways to your own classroom. Unfortunately, F/n suddenly feels sick and has to go to the infirmary. You offered to accompany her but she insisted that she can go alone. Youngjae offered to go to the infirmary with her although she refused at first, he also insisted and ended up going together.

Shinyu walked up to you hesitantly, looking anywhere but you. “Uh…do you want me to walk you to your class? You know, since your friend seems to be sick and won’t be able to come to class with you.” He offered. You wanted to refused at first, really don’t want to bother him, but Hanjin suddenly popped out.

“Just let him walk you to class, otherwise he’s going to be sulking for the rest of the day.” Shinyu turned to Hanjin and playfully hit him. You can’t help but find the situation cute. You decided to take his offer and now you’re walking together to your class. It was a little awkward because none of you were talking so you were about to open a conversation when he once again beats you to it.

“I just realized that I never got your name. May I know your name please?” He asked. You looked at him, realizing that you know him but he obviously doesn’t know you since you’re not as well known as him.

“Oh my name is Y/n.” You introduced yourself. He nodded and proceeds to ask more questions about you, with you answering and also asking something about him in return. It doesn’t take long for you guys to reach your classroom. You turned to him to let him know that this is your class.

“Alright, I’ll see you around then.” He started to walk away but stopped abruptly. You looked at him confused when he turned to you again. He walked up to you again and he looks nervous.

“Um…Can I…can I have your number? It’s fine if you don’t because we technically just got to know each other today and-“ before he can continue to ramble you held out your hand to him. He looks at your hand and then at you in confusion until it clicked and he hurriedly went to grab his phone from his pocket. He gave you his phone and you put your number in his contacts. You returned his phone to him and he looks at his screen.

“Thank you. I’ll add you to our group chat later. Oh and you can give me your friend’s phone number too so I can also add her to the group chat. Anyways I think I should go now. I’ll see you later, bye.” He then ran off to his class.

*****

You look at F/n worriedly.

“Are you sure you’re ok now?” You asked, wanted to make sure she’s really ok.

“Yes I’m fine now. But you know I actually feel thankful that I felt sick because I get to walk with Youngjae together. Oh and he stayed in the infirmary until he absolutely sure I’ll be fine, isn’t that sweet?” She gushed, clearly not over her little interaction with Youngjae. Though you can’t blame her, anyone who’s in the same shoes as her would feel flustered at least.

A ‘ding’ comes from your phone. You checked to see that someone added to you a group chat.

???

Hyung who did you add just now?

???

It’s Y/n

???

Was that the girl that you walked to her classroom?

???

Yeah that’s her

You

Is this Shinyu’s group chat??

???

Yepp

Helloo I’m Kyungmin

???

This is Youngjae

???

Hanjin here

???

I’m Jihoon!!

???

And I’m Shinyu

Wait where’s Dohoon?

???

Sorry, I was still talking with someone

Wait let me scroll up for a sec

“Oh right F/n do you mind if I give your number to-“. you were cut off by another ‘ding’ to find that Youngjae added her to the group chat.

“Waahh he actually added me. Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked you.

“You also gave your number to him?” You asked. F/n laughed sheepishly as she nodded.

“But hey you also gave Shinyu your number too right? I’m not the only one.” She said. You looked back at your screen, reading the chats after adding all of their numbers.

Dohoon

Alright I’m done reading

Y/n and F/n, welcome to our group chat

Hanjin

Warning, we’re very active in this group chat

Kyungmin

But at least we’re fun :D

You

Lol it’s fine

Me and F/n always text each other too

F/n

I can vouch for that

Jihoon

Nicee

Anyways guys, can anyone help me with my homework?

Hanjin

We have homework?

Kyungmin

If it’s math I can help😊

But you have to treat me lunch in exchange😏

Youngjae

Our maknae is actually bargaining

He’s growing up so fast

Dohoon

Ikr🥲

Kyungmin

What

Jihoon

Deal!!

Just help me please🥺

Hanjin

I also need help!!

Let’s do it together

“Wow they’re actually really fun.” F/n said. You can’t help but agree with her. After texting with the boys and laughing at some of their responses, you and F/n grabbed your bags and leave the classroom as school is over already. F/n left first since she needed to go somewhere after school with her family while you need to put your stuff in your locker first. You were just done putting away your stuff when someone tapped your shoulder. You looked to see Shinyu, who is now smiling at you shyly.

“Hi, is your friend not with you?” He asked, looking around to see if he can spot F/n.

“No she left already. I needed to put my stuff in the locker first before leaving.” You answered him, closing the locker.

“I see…um…” he tries to say something but seems hesitant. You wait patiently for him, wondering what he wants to talk about. After taking a deep breath, he looks at you again with a slightly red face.

“Can I walk you home?”

You blinked, processing what he just said. After it clicked, you replied, “Huh? I mean I don’t want to bother you. You must be tired after school so-“

He cuts you off, “It’s fine. I’m fine with it, I don’t mind. I want to walk you home, you’re not bothering me. You know, I’ll be worried if you’re walking home alone. But you don’t have to say yes-I’m not forcing you to let me walk you home. I understand-“ this time you’re the one who cut him off.

“Haha alright. You can walk me home, thank you.” You accepted his request. He seems giddy, though he tries to hide it by suppressing his smile.

While you’re on the way to your house, you noticed how he subtly moved you to the safer side of the road and slowed down his steps to match yours. This makes you feel warm, appreciating his efforts to make you comfortable. As you walk, you continued your conversation from earlier and get to know each other better. For example, you now know that he has siblings and he’s the youngest, his hobby is drawing, etc. Eventually you reach your house, not even aware that you’ve walked so far already.

“This is my house. Thank you for walking me home Shinyu.” You thanked him again. “Be sure to text me once you’re home ok? Be safe.”

“I will. I’ll get going then. See you tomorrow Y/n.” He said, giving you a little wave before walking to his house. You waited a little bit until you can’t see him anymore before going inside your house. When you stepped inside, you find your mother looking at you with a teasing smile.

“So…who’s the boy?” She asked. You give her a deadpanned look.

“What? I can tell that he’s a nice boy, not to mention cute too. Is he your boyfriend?”

“Mom. Please don’t start with this.” You whined.

After you take a shower and changed into a more comfortable clothes, you noticed a notification popped out on your screen. You checked to see it’s from Shinyu, texting you that he’s home already. You smiled, texting him back and told him to rest. You texted each other for a long time until it’s time for you to sleep.

You

I have to sleep soon

Shinyu

Alright, it’s getting late anyways

Don’t stay up too late and get enough sleep

You don’t want to be sleepy for school tomorrow

You

Yes sir🫡

I’ll be off then

Goodnight Shinyu :)

Shinyu

Goodnight :)

Sleep well

You giggled, looking back at his texts. You really enjoy talking with Shinyu. Even though you only started talking to him today, you already feel comfortable around him.

*****

Ever since that day, you always talk to Shinyu and the others. You and F/n often secure seats at your table for them to join you guys in the canteen. You feel like you’re getting closer to them day by day and start to hang out with them even outside of school. Just a week ago, you and F/n were invited to go to the arcade by the boys. You played many games and be competitive with them, constantly challenging each other. It was really fun, but that day you have a certain moment that keeps replaying in your head.

*flashback*

You were waiting for F/n and Dohoon to finish their match in a basketball game when your eyes caught sight of a cute keychain in a claw machine.

“Do you want the keychain?” A voice suddenly said, startling you. Shinyu was beside you, looking at you and the keychain.

“Well it’s cute, but I’m not good at claw machines. Besides, usually these kind of games are rigged right?” You said. He hummed, and then proceeds to enter a coin to the machine.

“Wha-you don’t have to-“ you stopped whatever you wanted to say as you watch him play and successfully grabbed the keychain with the claw. It dropped the keychain to the hole and he grabs it, giving it to you.

“This is the one that you wanted right?” He asked, worried that he got the wrong one. It doesn’t really matter to him, he can just play it again until he gets what you wanted. You look at him in disbelief before laughing.

“Yeah that’s the one. Thank you for getting this for me.” You thanked him.

“No problem. Oh I think they’re done already. Want to go over there now?”

“HAHA I WIN!”

“WAIT I DEMAND A REMATCH!!”

*flashback ended*

You giggled, feeling your heart flutter at the fond memory. You’ve realized that you have feelings for Shinyu for a while now. You don’t know when you started to like him, maybe it’s when he helped you with your studies in the library with him patiently explaining the lessons to you. Or when he invited you to see them dance as they’re in a dance club and you could see the passion in him when he danced. Or maybe that one time when he asked your opinion about his self written rap. After months of getting to know him, you’ve known him not as a popular boy in school but as a shy but reliable guy who can be really competitive in games, as someone who really enjoys dancing, singing and rapping, and as someone who also has a playful and clumsy side. He’s caring towards those who he feels close to, always making sure they’re ok.

But of course, because he’s popular, many people are jealous of your interactions with him.

*****

You were minding your own business when suddenly someone grabbed your hair and slammed you into the wall. You winced in pain, looking at the girls in front of you.

“You bitch. How dare you hang around Shinyu?” One of them sneered and hit you.

“Who even are you? You’re a nobody, and he’s the most popular boy in this school. Do you really think that you’re worth even be in the same place as him?” Another girl said, laughing at you.

You looked around to see students gathering around, but no one bothers to help you. Either they’re too scared or they also agree with the girls. You screamed in pain when one of them kicked you.

“HEY WE’RE OVER HERE! ARE YOU REALLY THAT STUPID TO UNDERSTAND US?” She yelled.

“Don’t ever come near him again or else-“

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” A loud voice yelled, making everyone freeze and look towards the source of the voice. You were suprised to see Shinyu, even more so when you noticed how angry he looks right now as he makes his way towards you and the girls.

“S-Shinyu. We were just-“ one of them tried to say something when he cuts her off.

“Do you think I’m blind? Clearly you’re bullying her and for what? For being friends with me? I can decide who I want to be friends with and you can’t change that. Now if you don’t apologize to her right now I’m going to report you to the teachers.” He threatened, glaring at the girls. You have to admit he looks intimidating right now. He then kneels down to you to check for any injuries, glaring at the girls when he hears no apology. They flinched, immediately said sorry and ran away. He then proceeds to give every student who gathers around them a disappointed look.

“You all are no better. Why are you just watching when someone is being hurt? I hope you all are disappointed in yourselves. Shame on you all for allowing this kind of behavior to happen.” They all look guilty as they start to walk away. After that, he gives you his attention again.

“Are you ok? I’m sorry for not being here earlier. Let’s get you to the infirmary.” He said softly, suddenly lifting you up bridal style. You yelped in surprised, arms immediately warped around his neck.

“S-Shinyu-I can walk by my own-“ you tried to get him to put you down but he refused. After arriving at the infirmary, the nurse was nowhere to be seen, so he puts you on the infirmary bed gently and takes it upon himself to help with your injuries.

None of you are saying anything as he treats your wounds until you decided to speak.

“I’m sorry for troubling you. I didn’t expect-“

“Don’t apologize.” He suddenly said. You looked at him. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looks troubled.

“Don’t ever apologize for this. This is not your fault. You don’t need to feel guilty about this.” He takes a deep breath before continuing.

“If anything, I’m sorry for letting this happen to you. I didn’t realize that by being close with you would mean that a lot of people would dislike you to the point of hurting you. If I had known I would’ve-“

“Shinyu.” He stopped himself after hearing you talk.

“You said that this is not my fault, then this is not your fault either. You wouldn’t have known something like this would happen. So what? Does that mean you regret befriending me? Are you regretting the fact that we’ve become so close now?”

“Of course not!” He denied. “I would never regret being friends with you. I would never regret letting myself be close with you. In fact, I’m really thankful for the day you bumped into me.” Now this makes your eyes widen. He then continued, “If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have ever met you. I wouldn’t be talking with you, hanging out with you, I wouldn’t-“. he stopped talking, debating whether he should continue or not.

“I wouldn’t be able to fall inlove with you.”

You gasped, clearly didn’t expect him to confess. This whole time you thought he only saw you as a friend but thinking back at it now, there are times where he acts like someone who doesn't just think of you as a friend.

“Shinyu…” you started, hands finding their way to his and hold them.

“I’m also inlove with you.” You confessed. He shots his head up to look at you. A minute has passed, and then two, then he starts blushing to the point where he almost looks like a tomato.

“W-what? Wait..you like me back? I- hang on I need to process this.” He pulled his hands from your hands to hide his face. You laughed at his reaction, trying to pry his hands away from his face.

“Shinyu don’t get shy on me now. You look really cute right now.” His face gets even more red as he tries to say something but failed.

“So…you really like me back?” He asked, finally mustered up the courage to look at you. You give him a smile as you nodded.

“Does that mean…we’re dating then? Are you my girlfriend now? Do you want to be my girlfriend? Can I be your boyfriend?” You hold yourself back from squishing his cheeks.

“Yes I’ll be your girlfriend as long as you’ll be my boyfriend.”

“YES! I’ll be your boyfriend!” He said, grabbing one of your hand and kissed it, making you blush in return.

“Woah weren’t you shy just a few seconds ago? How are you acting so bold now?”

“I mean…I am your boyfriend now right?” He said, smirking at your reaction.

*****

“So…you guys are together now?” F/n asked, looking at you and Shinyu who are holding hands.

“Yeah we’re in a relationship now.” You said. F/n and the rest of the boys gaped at the both of you. After that, they started cheering.

“YEESSS I KNEW THEY WOULD END UP TOGETHER!”

“Y/N YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH! NO OFFENSE WE LIKE YOU AND ALL BUT HE WON’T STOP TALKING ABOUT YOU-“

“HEY WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THAT UP?”

Shinyu went towards the boys and playfully banter with them. Meanwhile, you walk over to F/n.

“So…when are you going to confess to Youngjae?” You asked her.

“Ssshhh. You don’t get to say that after months of pining for each other. How did you not notice how he practically gave you heart eyes?”

You rolled your eyes at her, smacking her shoulder lightly. Shinyu then make his way to you after F/n walks over to the boys to discuss probably more list of him being a simp towards you and hugged you.

“Hmm?? Why the sudden hug?” You asked, returning the hug, not complaining and instead enjoying the warmth he gives off. He then tightens the hug, not wanting to let go.

“Mm, I just really like you.”

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