#GOT7 Jaebum Scenario

[kpopimaginings]

Goodnight Kisses - JayB

You knew JayB would berate you for still being awake when he got home, but it wasn't for lack of trying. Recently, you'd got into such a routine of going to be together that it just felt wrong trying to sleep when he wasn't there. You'd done everything you normally would before sliding under the covers, but without your  good night kiss and the warmth of your man beside you, you just couldn't drift off.

JayB always promised you you'd still get your good night kiss if you were asleep when he got home but it wasn't the same. When you heard the front door open, you had a brief debate with yourself as to whether or not to feign sleep. As his gentle footsteps approached your room you decided against it, opting to greet JayB instead. You could tell he was trying to be quiet as he entered but you spoke up.

"Jae?"

"Ah, jagiya, why are you awake?" he whispered. There was a slight smile on his face as he spoke, negating any air of annoyance in his words.

"Can't sleep," you complained. "Not without my goodnight kisses."

"Just let me wash up and get changed and you can have all the kisses you want," he replied.

You groaned and stretched your arms out in his direction, hoping to summon him closer.

He chuckled as he approached you, shaking his head. "You're always so clingy when you're tired," he said running a hand through your hair.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his fingers in your hair. All too soon he was pulling away again. Your eyes snapped open as you reached out to grab his hand and put it back. Unfortunately, in your sleepy state, JayB was quicker.

"I'm just getting ready for bed, jagi, then I'm all yours."

You still whined a little as he left you to head to the bathroom but you were for too tired to launch any sort of actual protest.

After far too long, he was climbing into bed behind you, enveloping you in his arms as a kiss was pressed to your shoulder.

"I love you, my needy jagi," he whispered.

You grunted at his teasing and snuggled further into his embrace.

There was a moments silence before you felt his finger tips digging into your waist and tickling you slightly. You squirmed but JayB didn't relent.

"Say it," he demanded.

"Who's needy now?" you retorted.

He tickled you again.

"I love you, too." You told him what he wanted to hear to stop the attack.

"That's better," he replied. "Sleep well."

With one last kiss placed gently on your neck, he held you tightly again, allowing you both to drift off to sleep, comforted by each others presence.

NAVIGATION  |  GOT7 MASTERLIST

[idolimagines]

I have a request. Will you do a oneshot where it's your wedding day and you have a flashback on how Jackson enlisted the help of all the members to help him setup a treasure hunt proposal? At the end the you're crying happy tears because you are pronounced as husband and wife?

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it.

Title: Mrs. Wang

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.5K

The fresh smell of orchids filled your nose as soon as the double doors opened and revealed your grand entrance.

The room was filled with guests consisting of your closest family and friends. It was an elegant and intimate wedding adorned with pearl and satin accents and highlighted with the most beautiful shade of Robin’s egg blue. Several gasps were heard and all eyes were on you as you gracefully began to walk down the aisle to your soon-to-be husband, Mr.Jackson Wang. He stared at you lovingly, tears pooling his eyes at first sight of you in your wedding dress. As you continued to make your way towards him, you couldn’t help but admire his handsome appearance. He was dressed in a classic tuxedo and his chocolate brown hair was swept to the side with gel. Jackson’s thick brows helped highlight the rest of his sharp features, from his deep, dark brown eyes to his plump lips that you were dying to kiss.

As you neared the altar, you spotted Jackson’s best man, Jaebum quietly handing him a small handkerchief as a sign to dry his teary eyes. Jaebum earned a thumbs up from Yugyeom and BamBam who were sitting in the front row along with Jinyoung, Youngjae and Mark. It wasn’t long before Jackson dried his tears and walked down the three small steps to meet you. “You’re so beautiful” he whispered just before taking your hand into his and leading you up the steps to the altar. In that moment you felt like you could turn to mush just seeing how he smiled at you so lovingly. Jackson remembered how nervous you were just the day before seeing as you wanted everything to go perfectly smooth. You had been planning this wedding for months and now that the day was finally here, you hoped your hard work had paid off. However, all negative thoughts instantly vanished as Jackson held both of your hands and gently rubbed his thumbs against your fingers, almost as if to give you that nonverbal reassurance you didn’t know you needed.

The officiant began reciting his usual script just after thanking everyone for coming together to witness the lifelong commitment you and Jackson were about to make. Before you knew it, you were suddenly drowning out the officiant’s voice and taking in every single word your fiance uttered before you. Jackson spoke from the heart, looking you in the eyes as he first mentioned how you took his breath away when he first laid eyes on you all those years ago. He made the crowd laugh when he briefly mentioned having to pull out all his smooth moves on you just to give him your number back in the day. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as well as you reminisced about your beginning and all the good times you’ve had that led up to this moment.

Jackson bit his bottom lip as he looked at you with tears growing in his eyes again. He bit down on his lip a little too hard, almost as if to stop his voice from shaking before taking a deep breath. “You are my everything,” he added. You looked up at him and smiled while you felt your own tears forming. “I admire you so much.” Jackson said, “You’re the kindest, most loving person I know and I wake up everyday wanting to be the best version of myself because of you. Thank you for always being by my side and I promise to always be by yours. I love you, _____.” 

By this point, tears were cascading down your face before you took a deep breath to begin exchanging your vows. Similarly to Jackson, you declared your infinite love for him and emphasized the impact he has had on your life just as you had his. You spoke of the many moments of laughter and love you two shared throughout the years and made sure to mention just how much he means to you before the officiant continued reciting his script and allowed you two to exchange wedding bands. You watched as Jackson gently placed the band on your finger before locking eyes with you again. After a few more moments, you were suddenly wrapping your arms around his neck as he dipped you and bestowed a kiss just after the coordinator said, “you may kiss your bride.”

The crowd erupted with cheers and chants in celebration of your new milestone. You stood at the altar with Jackson hand in hand, taking in the special moment as you both faced the crowd. You watched as Jackson’s best friends, or more like brothers in the first row whistled and cheered you two on. It brought a smile to your face as the sight of them reminded you of how you two got to this point in the first place - the proposal. 

You remembered how Jackson had recruited the boys to set up a sort of ‘treasure hunt’ like proposal for you. It started with a sly little note at home, with details and clues of where to find your dress, shoes and accessories Jackson had bought for you for the night. He then had Youngjae drive you to your next destination, which was one of the best hotels in the city. Once you arrived you were greeted by Mark, Yugyeom and Jinyoung and instructed to find more clues that would lead you to the ‘treasure.’ “Guys what is going on,” you would occasionally ask as you followed a trail of rose petals and made your way through the hotel and towards the back door. Throughout your search you would find short love notes and compliments seemingly from Jackson along the way.

“Is this what I think it is?’ You asked with a big smile when you saw Jaebum and BamBam. You could feel your heart pounding as you neared them and noticed BamBam’s mischievous smile. “I don’t know. Only one way to find out,” BamBam chimed as he opened the door for you and motioned for you to continue. You will never forget the butterflies you felt as you exited the back door and found yourself walking along the beach at sunset just before catching sight of Jackson. He was standing before the ocean with his hands clasped together, almost as if he had been just as nervous as you were. He was dressed in a white button down and khaki trousers rolled up to his knees.

“Jackson!” You cheered as you made your way to him a little quicker. “Come here,” he chuckled as he eagerly awaited your arrival. “What are you doing out here?” You giggled as he immediately pulled you in for a hug as soon as you reached him. “I know the beach makes you happy, so I wanted to bring you here,” he answered in a calm tone. You smiled at him before looking out to the ocean, admiring how beautiful it looked as the sun set over it. “Yeah there’s nothing quite like this view,” you hummed. 

“Or you,” Jackson added. “There’s no one quite like you, _____.” He said while admiring you and causing you to look at him once more. You watched as he swiftly reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful ring. “Jackson-” you gasped as he kneeled in front of you. “I mean it, ____. There’s no one else in the world like you. You’re one of a kind and you mean so much to me.” He confessed. Jackson gazed upon your beauty and suddenly became at a loss for words as he began to stumble upon his next thought. “To be honest, I had a whole script planned out in my head, but looking at you now. Wow.” He smiled. “I just can’t think of what else to say now other than I love you. Will you make me the happiest man on Earth and marry me?” 

You gasped as you heard those words come out of his mouth. You had dreamed of this day so long as it was one-step closer to marrying the love of your life. “Yes of course!” You exclaimed before jumping into his arms and kissing him tenderly. You were surprised as fireworks erupted from above and the rest of the boys appeared, shouting and cheering in awe as their best friend was set to marry the one who made his heart full. 

Those same cheers echoed in your mind as you came back to reality and smiled at Jackson’s life-long friends just before he whisked you up and yelled, “This is my wife!” To everyone in excitement. “Oh my gosh,” you laughed at his antics as more cheers erupted. “Already announcing it to the world?” You added. “Yes!” Jackson beamed. “Now, how about we get out of here, Mrs. Wang?” he asked with a grin and you nodded. “Let’s do it-” you barely uttered before Jackson took off with you in his arms and ran down the aisle. You nearly screamed in surprise and held onto him for dear life with your bouquet barely hanging on. You tossed the flowers aside to gain a better grip as Jackson neared the car outside. “Mrs. Wang,” you cooed. “I like the sound of that.”

[multiphandomunnies]

got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

[yiensaintlaurent]

00 | the other side - mark tuan

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, idol! got7, idol! reader

warnings: cursing, explicit sex, takes place in present time with minor flashbacks

summary: mark knew it was game over the minute he saw you. despite being apart from each other for so long, no amount of practice in front of the mirror would've prepared him for the way his heart dropped the moment he saw you walk in. he'd forgotten about the hold you had on him, you; the love of his life, the one that got away.

character preface

mark tuan :

male

age: 29

birthday: september 4, 1993

currently living in arcadia, la county, california, u.s.a

y/n:

female

age: 25

birthday: september 15, 1997

currently living in seoul, south korea

originally from new york city; part time in los angeles

all got7 member info is in present time.

let me know if i should post ch. 01 :)

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disclaimer:

slight or recurring mentions of other idols, groups, familiar names.

despite it taking place in present time, with real time events, this story the plot and scenarios are 100% made up

[liannyeong]

Polar opposites

Summary: Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.

Word count: 1446

Pairing: Jaebeom X OC

Warning(s): Angst, minor violence

A/N: It's been a long time ~ I was clearing out my drafts when I stumbled upon this. This was written in 2018, and reading it again made me go "Oh? This doesn't seem like a bad writeup?" Heh.

Jaebum thought that their love would overcome all obstacles, just like in romance movies and novels where the couple would fight and then, make up afterwards. He thought they would live happily ever after as long as they are together. That their love could stand the test of time. That their love was such a strong force that anything was possible. But this was reality, not those made-up published fantasies of a romanticist's mind.

They were cosmic stars clashing which perfectly described their first encounter. They collided as she rushed for class while he skipped it. Papers scattered everywhere and profanities escaped his lips. She scrambled for her papers while he for his cigarettes. As soon as he collected his things, his fists were clenched and ready to land a punch on his victim's face, but she had already disappeared into the corridor. And that was the first time someone ever managed to escape the wrath of the famous delinquent, Im Jaebum.

He spent his days searching for the rude girl. In Jaebum's defense, she did not utter a word of apology for bumping into him and almost getting him in trouble. When he finally got her, she had been extremely clueless about him and that bumping incident. She blinked up at him with innocent and clueless eyes that Jaebum could not even argue anymore. Nevertheless, Jaebum found her as a new target, bullied her to no end. However, she never cared about his antics and ignored his existence. She never feared him as all the other students did. But that one time when Jaebum went too far and shoved her down the corridor, she had this flame in her eyes when she met his. For the first time, Jaebum felt scared for his own life. Nothing happened though, but she started to retaliate. She got on his nerves, but funnily enough, she always managed to get away with it. 

Amidst all the animosity, there was a change of heart. It wasn't a gradual evolution of emotion. Rather, it was something that was sparked on a snap. Jaebum had wandered into the field to taunt her. But a baseball was flying towards him unbeknownst to him.

"Look out!" he had heard someone cried out before there was a whoosh sound right in front of him.

As if time stood still, he could see clearly how each strand of her hair fluttered in the wind, how her hand was outstretched right in front of his face, how the ball slammed onto her glove.

It was stupid, Jaebum thought, to feel his heart skip a beat at such incident. But it happened and Jaebum thought she caught his heart along with the ball.

Afterwards, Jaebum became a blushing fool whenever he saw her. He still disturbed her, but no longer as extreme as before. He didn't know how or when he actually mustered courage to confess but the next thing he knew, they were a couple.

Nevertheless, couple or not, they were still two very different individuals. He still preferred streetwear -- leather jackets and dyed hair -- while she preferred smart casual. She was the epitome of a successful woman: smartly dressed, with an aura of confidence. He was violent and aggressive while she was calm and collective. He was fire while she was water. His foul temper always ruined the surroundings but never her. He ruined, she fixed. He was destructive, she was constructive. He explodes, she implodes.

Because of their contrasting personalities, their love was like hot coal. It was scalding to be held, but it spread warmth to the hearts.

Nobody understood why they were together in the first place. Their closest friends always had to deal with them barging into their place with tear-stained faces or fury. None of them understood how they manage to get married and settled down together despite the endless arguments. They were not the happiest couple. They never were. Never had anyone see them smile to each other. No one understood their love.

Except them.

"We'll be fine. We'll always be," her words rang in his ears. He scoffed. Who was she to say that? Indeed, he loved her so much. But she was not him. She could not understand the pain inside. He curled himself up on his bed, letting himself be consumed by sadness and guilt. He screwed up big this time. He had it all, but his pride just had to ruin it. Tears dripped onto the bed sheets that her scent still lingered on.

His endearment for her was too overwhelming. A month had past since the incident occurred and he missed her so bad. Jaebum hoped, every second, that she would show up on the doorstep of the apartment (he no longer called it home) with her bags. But time past by and she did not come. He laughed at the wee hours of every night. He thought to himself. He deserved it. He was a jerk who ruined everything and was a screwed up person himself. He got himself drunk with the little remnants of her in the house, in his mind. He played their memories over and over - her sloppy kisses in the morning and night, her sweet voice that was his favourite song, her soft touches on his skin. Every single little detail of her was etched deeply into his memory and onto his skin.

Every night, he roamed around the streets alone. As he drowned himself in the memories, he always ended up in the neighbourhood of his in-laws. He stood at the pavement, staring at the 9th floor of the building, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman he loved. He stood for god knows how long, not tearing his eyes away from the windows. But she never looked out of the window.

It became a habit for him to come around everyday. He was too much of a coward to knock on the door. He was too afraid to face her. He knew he was in the wrong, but he never knew why he was not brave enough to face her. He wanted her back so bad, but his body just would not move a step closer to her. She was there: she was within reach, but he just could not take the step. He missed how her silky hair would easily let his fingers card through. He missed how his hands were so much bigger than her face. He missed how perfectly fitted she was in his embrace.

Then he saw her.

He could easily identify her even if she was drowned in the crowd, even in the darkest of the night. She wore the hoodie he recognized so well: her favourite (and his too), a present from him. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of the hoodie and she strolled down the streets, her back facing him. She was all alone, and very easily he could have approached her. But he did not. He followed as she entered the convenience store. She smiled at the cashier as she paid and he died a little inside. He yearned for that blinding smile to be directed at him again. He yearned to see the skin around her eyes to crinkle and her lids to be turned to crescents upclose again. He yearned for her so much. But he could do nothing, only to love her from afar.

The famous Im Jaebum, who never fled from a fight, was in fact, a coward.

So Jaebum came home, all drunken in his own misery and agony. What started as soft sobs escalated into fury. He threw a fit. He smashed the vases, the glass furnitures. He broke all the photos they smiled happily in. He punched holes into the walls. His skin tore and his blood dripped onto the hardwood floor. His head hung low and he rested his palm against the wall for balance, before he leaned his back against the wall. He let himself slid down in agony as he cried. He did not know what was more painful: his torn skin and dripped blood or her absence. Perhaps it was both.

Or perhaps it was the wrath he incurred himself for being destructive.

Everybody knew how bad his temper was. Him throwing a fit would mean the destruction of the world. He would break everything and anything he saw.

Even amidst all the anger, he would never break the one he loves.

The only one who braved the flames of fury was the one he vowed he would never hurt.

But he broke it.

So she left and he knew he deserved it.

[kgyeomiex]

Distraction (M)

“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking towards me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”

JYP has announced a new girl group in the company and you happened to be one of the members. The moment you signed in, that was the moment you were hoping to just focus on music and your career, but something gets in the way. A massive love triangle is what causes a bumpy road for you and your future.

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 //

Part 9 is here~

Masterlist

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Regardless of what you say, you will always get distracted by these boys. Jaebum and Mark tend to show up out of nowhere when you try your hardest to focus on your music...

A normal person would stand by their group and show their devotion and full attention to the music however in your case it’s different...

“Y/N, I was hoping I would bump into you,” Mark says, smiling right at you.

Right now, your brain was telling you to get away and focus on the big day but for some reason, your feet weren't moving.

“M-mark, what’s up?” Why did you just stutter... Great not only is your body ignoring your command, but now you can’t even speak to the boy.

“I don’t know if you’re busy, but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get lunch with me... Just me,” Mark wanted to go eat with you? How on earth can you say no to that?

Even though you knew you should reject his kind gesture you just spoke without really thinking about your answer.

“Sure,” as soon as you said that you realized what you said, and you tried your hardest to smile instead of showing your shocked face.

Shit...

“Perfect... I just need to return this to Yugyeom but if you’d like you can meet me in the front,” Mark suggests, and instead of saying anything you nodded your head and continued to smile.

Okay clearly speaking wasn’t helping you out... Instead, it was making things more complicated for you.

“Great, I’ll see you soon,” Mark smiles and takes off.

Instead of even moving you stood there frozen trying to figure out what your plan was... Just a second ago you were talking about devoting all your attention to your career and not on boys. Crazy how your mindset was so quick to change...

Okay... Look at the situation this way. Mark and you were probably just going to eat and then from there split off in your directions.

Hopefully after spending some time with Mark, you can then focus on your music and less on boys....

Yeah... That sounds like a good idea. Will it work? To be honest I have no idea, but a girl can hope and dream.

~

“Jackson did what?” You couldn't help but laugh as Mark was trying to explain how Jackson ended up kissing Jaebum on the lips.

“It was by accident though... Just know that in interviews they will make you do unexpected things like where you have to pass papers around to other members by only using your lips...” You’ve always seen other idols do that and to be honest you always wanted to try it but at the same time no...

“Have you had an incident where you accidentally kissed one of your members?” You asked Mark as you reached in for your drink. He silently thought to himself and then looked at you.

“Okay maybe once or twice... But the whole purpose of the game is to prevent the paper from falling... The paper that these people write is horrible material and always ends up falling at the end,” you smiled, and then a question popped into your head.

“So, Mark tells me, who’s a better kisser?” You asked Mark teasing him and he laughed.

“It’s not like that,” the two of you suddenly began to laugh.

“Even if I did accidentally kiss one of the boys, I didn’t enjoy any of them,” Mark defended himself and you just smiled.

“Sure...”

Sitting in front of Mark and having lunch with him wasn’t bad. The two of you were just spending time with one another and laughing, you know what friends do.

“Hey Y/N... I know this is random, but I have a question,” Mark says, and before you could answer you grabbed a napkin and wiped your mouth before replying.

“What’s up?” You asked as soon as you finished chewing.

“I know I probably shouldn't ask a question like this, but I can’t help but be curious...” At first, you were confused. What kind of question was Mark planning to ask you but then you had an idea... It’s probably going to involve what happened back at the studio when you were being put on the spot in front of everyone.

“Ask away,” you had an idea of what this question was going to be, and even though you weren’t ready to answer you had to face it eventually.

“Do Jaebum and you possibly have a secret relationship?” Mark asks, looking directly at you.

Well, that was straightforward... There is nothing to hide because Jaebum and you aren’t even dating or anything. When you told the boys back at the studio that you don’t have a relationship with Jaebum or Mark you were serious about it.

The answer would be beyond different if the boys were to ask what your feelings towards them but since they didn’t you are fine.

“No Jaebum and I are just friends,” you said as you looked into Mark’s eyes, so he knew you were telling the truth.

“That’s good to hear,” you were about to ask him why but then suddenly a memory replayed in your head...

For a second you almost forgot that Mark confessed he liked you... You looked down at your plate of food and tried your hardest to contain your smile.

Eventually, silence appeared and the two of you were now sitting there eating not saying a single word to one another...

So were you two planning to stay quiet now...

“M-”

“Y-”

The both of you stopped talking and just smiled.

Things were starting to become complicated... After talking to Sana and hearing her advice you looked at Mark and then back at your food. You came to JYP to live your dreams, not look for boys...

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You remember reading an article where DAY6 had 6 members in the beginning, but someone was kicked out after JYP found out he had a girlfriend.

If you continue to allow your feelings to get in the way you will get kicked out of the company before you can live your dreams.

“What do your plans consist of tomorrow?” Marks asks and you suddenly begin to move your food around not wanting to eat.

“Um well, tomorrow we will have our debut showcase. Then we have photoshoots and interviews so tomorrow will be a very busy day.” In the past couple of days, you have had a chance to spend time with the boys which led you to catch feelings for them... But after today you were going to be busy.

Maybe being busy was going to be a good thing. You weren’t going to have the urge to want to spend time with Jaebum and Mark... Maybe you’ll even get over this crush of yours.

“So will I not be able to see you?” Mark suddenly asks and at that moment the both of you make eye contact.

“I’m not sure....”

Comments like this made it hard to forget why you liked him.

“Well... I enjoyed this lunch, but I think it’s time for me to head back and practice until my feet fall off,” you said dramatically, and Mark smiled.

“Don’t overwork yourself, you do have a busy day head,”

You got up from your seat, grabbed your tray, and left while you could...

Comments like this make it hard for you to just “forget” you have a crush on Mark. He was sweet and considerate.

But sometimes you must sacrifice something for something else... When you look at things it's either you choose your dreams or some boy...

~

Dance practice was going well; however, you would be lying if you were to say you were distracted even if it was the slightest. What was worse about all of this was that you couldn’t talk to your members about it.

You were trying everything you could to ignore your thinking about Mark and focus on what was important... Tomorrow and your busy schedule.

“Okay everyone let’s take 5,” your leader says as she tries to catch her breath.

You all agreed. You walked over to a wall and instantly sat down.

“Y/N!” You looked over and noticed your bandmate Daeun sitting beside you.

“You know although we live together and practice, I feel like I haven’t spoken to you in forever,” it was true but so much has been going on. . .

“I know. But I mean with this debut coming up we’ve all been tired and busy,” you said, and she nodded her head.

She grabs her water bottle and looks at you.

“I know it’s none of my business but lately I noticed you’ve been looking pretty distracted, is everything alright?” You looked at her and began to contemplate with yourself.

Should you open up to Daeun about your situation or keep it to yourself?

You didn’t mean to keep secrets to any of your bandmates, but to be fair you weren’t close to them. Also, this included something that could involve a scandal if you don’t play your cards right and this can affect everyone.

You wouldn’t know how Daeun would feel if you told her about both Mark and Jaebum and how you may like them. . .

“I have been distracted, but it’s nothing concerning. . . Just worried about failing and disappointing everyone around me,” you decided to keep it vague and simple with your explanation.

“Well, girl you have nothing to worry about. Honestly, one thing I always tell myself and I will share with you is that there is no need to stress about the small things. Life has a way of figuring things out, everything happens for a reason.” Daeun says and you nod your head.

“But what if. . .You know something you want to do can affect others around you . . .”

After blurting that out, Daeun looked slightly concerned but instead of asking me what was up, she shrugged.

“Well, only you know what’s best for you. Sometimes you must be selfish and take the risk to make yourself happy before others.” You were surprised to hear advice like this from Daeun, but she was right.

Min-Seo suddenly called everyone back up and we continued to practice. . . After speaking to Daeun, you felt a little less distracted. . .

Everything happens for a reason, right?

You weren’t expecting any of this to take place. You were stuck in a weird position.

When you auditioned to become an idol and even got ACCEPTED you were so happy words could not describe the feeling you felt. You felt speechless, you felt like this was either a mistake or they were probably confusing you with someone else or you felt like you were dreaming...

You remember before your auditions you slept so little to make sure that your routine for your audition went well.

Now here you are about to debut but now you are distracting yourself.

Instead, you are here suddenly getting swayed by boys in this company.

It wouldn’t be much of an issue if JYP didn’t have the dating ban... But if you want to continue being an idol you have to literally push off your feelings and maybe even stop talking to them.

You have worked way too hard to get where you are now. On top of that, you began to recall all the stressful moments you had to endure while training. The harsh criticism you would receive, the whiplash attitude your coaches would give, and the overwhelming feeling you had to deal with...

Honestly, training was probably one of the hardest times you have ever experienced. Back in the dorm, you remember calling your mom and breaking down. You remember the number of times you considered quitting and going to a new root, but you didn’t allow yourself to quit.

Instead, you put on your big girl pants and knew you were going to debut sooner or later.

You worked too hard to suddenly throw all of this away.

Usually, dilemmas like this were a no-brainer but as you began to think.... What if you never feel this way with anyone else you ever meet?

You knew that this was probably just an excuse to avoid letting go of the person you were starting to like...

Were you really going to throw away something you worked so hard for over a guy?

Thinking of Mark was not helping... And weirdly enough you caught yourself even thinking about Jaebum.

You got back on your feet and shook your head.

Now it’s time to focus on what’s important.

- 

After rehearsing the rest of the members were ready to call it a night to head back to the dorm and relax before the big day. However, due to all the distractions you have been experiencing, you decided to stay back to rehearse for an hour or two to make sure you got everything set for tomorrow.

After practicing the main track dance, you felt yourself out of breath. You sat on the floor and looked at yourself in the mirror.

“You got this!” you told yourself trying to tell yourself words of encouragement.

You can’t keep distracting yourself with the thought of these beautiful men. You worked way too hard to be where you are now... How are you going to let that escape through your fingers with just one minor mistake?

You got up and you heard your phone make a noise.

You walked over to your phone and picked it up.

To be honest you were expecting it to be one of your members telling you to head home and rest up for the big day but no...

The person who was texting you at 11 pm was Jaebum.

I heard you were still in the company, so I decided to come by and take you home :)

This text brought mixed feelings. One side of you was happy to receive a text from one of the boys themselves because, to be honest, you enjoyed having a conversation with them. HOWEVER, this is the type of distraction you were trying to avoid.

You brushed your fingers through your hair removing the hair from your face and took a deep breath.

Okay. . . What if you agree for Jaebum to walk you back to the dorm for one last time? That way once you debut you can forget about your friendship with the boys and look at the bigger picture. YEAH!

You texted Jaebum agreeing to his gesture and then put our phone to the side.

Let’s just practice one more time before you call it quits.

-

As you were dancing the last chorus you suddenly noticed a shadow creeping up by the dance studio door. You were going to stop to look back, but you couldn’t afford distraction. You assumed it was Jaebum so instead of looking back you continued to dance and lip sync not trying to miss a beat.

As you were on the floor doing a dance move, you noticed Jaebum walking in and then looked away looking at yourself in the mirror instead.

FOCUS.

Look at the bigger picture.

You continued to perform as if you were standing on stage in front of a big crowd, but you were tempted to look over and look at Jaebum.

Fortunately, the song was coming to an end.

As you were finishing the last set of dance moves, you posed as the music came to an end and you could hear Jaebum cheering.

You looked over and smiled.

You wanted to say something, but you needed to catch your breath.

Jaebum noticed how tired you were after that last dance, and he noticed your water bottle close by the dance studio window. He grabbed the water bottle, walked over to you and you looked at him.

“Thank you,” you grabbed onto the water bottle and then took a sip before you continued to talk to Jaebum.

After taking a sip, you looked at him.

“What brings you to the studio, shouldn’t you be home?” You asked him and he shrugged.

“We finished early with recordings, and I was told that you were still in the dance studio so I came to make an appearance.” you couldn’t lie you felt your heart warm up a little at the thought of Jaebum staying here to see you.

No.... You don’t like him. . . You think.

As you walked over to your bag you said “You didn’t have to stay, you could have gone home and rested. I’m sure you had a busy day,”

Jaebum shrugged and smiled.

“Waiting for you was no problem. . . I was hoping I had a chance to see you today,” as those words came out of Jaebum's mouth you looked over at him and couldn’t help but smile.

Comments like this are not helping whatsoever.

Sometimes you get curious and wonder if Jaebum was interested in you as a woman but then again maybe it’s better if you don’t know the answer to that.

Your brain and your feelings are in a complete battle. What the hell are you supposed to do?

You realized you were so lost in your thoughts you haven’t responded to Jaebum.

“Ah so you just wanted me to bug you more, well your wish is my command,” you teased Jaebum, and he laughed.

You couldn’t risk being flirtatious with Jaebum. You don’t know what kind of outcome comes with and right about now you didn’t want to put yourself in any kind of predicament. Now that you were trying your hardest to stay on the right path you knew you just had to friend-zone the man.

“What can I say, life becomes a little bit more exciting when I am with you,” Jaebum blurts out, and after hearing that you instantly avoid eye contact.

Oh no... He is making it harder and harder to not like.

-

“Sometimes I wonder if becoming an idol is worth all this trouble,” you confessed to Jaebum as you two strolled along the street side by side. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean the restriction we have when becoming an idol. We have to put up this facade to keep fans happy. We have to give them this illusion that we are perfect and happy all the time when in reality we are human like the rest of them. . .” You weren’t even an idol yet, but you already started to feel like the fame life was going to be harder than most people realize. 

Right now, you seemed conflicted just because tomorrow was the big day. Although you haven’t been friends with Jaebum and Mark for that long, it’s felt like so much has been going on and you haven’t been keeping your eyes on the prize. 

“I know what you mean, I think it’s normal for anyone to have that kind of thought. But in the end, you always think and look at the bigger picture. What do you want?”Jaebum asks you and you look at him. 

“I really want to make sure tomorrow is a complete success. I didn’t go through blood sweat and tears getting criticized left and right just not to debut at the end. You know?”After getting advice from different people, you suddenly decided to make a decision. 

It was now time to put your foot down. Although the past couple of days you have enjoyed the presence of both Jaebum and Mark, you knew it had to come to an end. 

Well, you didn’t have to cut them off completely, but boundaries had to be made and you knew that you had to avoid ever letting things get deeper for example your feelings for each of them.

- 

Bzzz

You opened your eyes, and you looked up at the ceiling.

For some reason, it felt like you didn’t sleep at all. The moment you got home you had a hard time falling asleep. You were so nervous yet excited about your showcase today. . .

The day had officially arrived. You were finally going to debut and make a name for yourself.

You sat up and felt a mix of emotions.

Today is going to be a good day. You weren’t going to let anything get in your way.

Just as you were planning to get up from the bed you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Min-See opens the door and peeks her head through the door.

“Y/N are you awake?” she must have heard your alarm but hasn’t seen you step out of your room.

“I’m awake,” you told her, and she smiled.

You could see how worried she appeared to be. You couldn’t blame her; the feeling was mutual. Although to be fair you all should be confident for today’s showcase, especially with the amount of practice you guys had.

Day’s like today you couldn’t afford any kind of distraction. You walked over to your mirror and took one look at yourself. Right about now it was time for a pep talk.

Today is the big day. After all the rejections, all the struggles, and all of the hard work you put in, today was the day you were going to finally show what you have been working hard on. Today was the day you could finally show your mom that all those tears you shed during the process were worth it at the end of the day.

However, it seemed like in the back of your head you had a slight fear appearing making you think about the what if. What if your debut isn’t as successful as you were hoping? What if people don’t find interest in your group? What if this love triangle you seem to be in becomes far harder than it has been?

You could feel your mind filled with so many different thoughts, but you were trying your hardest to keep yourself together. This is fear talking.

Today was a big day for your group and you and you weren’t going to let anyone take that away from you.

-

As you were in the dressing room getting your makeup done, you were thinking about the lyrics to your own song and the choreography over and over. Today was the day you couldn’t afford any kind of mistake.

The makeup artist instructs you to close your eyes and begins to apply eyeshadow. Suddenly you hear the door open and the staff in your room saying hello to whoever came through the doors. Without thinking twice, you opened your eyes and there you see Mark walking in with a basket in his hand.

Seeing Mark gave you mixed feelings. One side of you was happy to see the fact that Mark cleared his busy schedule just to come down here and wish you luck. . . Like, let’s be honest what kind of guy does that? And then the other side of you isn’t very happy to see Mark just because you knew he could be a big distraction... Can you see the dilemma?

“Mark?” Your makeup artist pulled away from doing your makeup and smiled.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to talk to your friend,”

You thanked your makeup artist and then continued to look at Mark.

“Surprise,” he says as he approaches you with the basket in his hand.

“Surprise is right. . . What brings you down here?” You asked him and just as Mark was about to speak up, he was cut off when someone else walked through the door.

Another person you weren’t expecting to see was right there in front of you. Of course... Jaebum also made an appearance.

What the hell do you do now?

-

To Be Continued...

[nichoswag]

requested by anon

mtl: who in got7 is more of a hopeless romantic

most

jackson

bambam

jayb

youngjae

jinyoung

yugyeom

mark

least

jackson, bambam, jayb + youngjae: all four of these men are literal simps for their s/o. obviously jackson is first because he just seems like the most romantic (and flirty 😉) member. bambam is next because i can't help but think he would spoil his s/o endlessly, and it goes the same for jaebeom. i also think youngjae would be such a simp for his s/o because he's just so sweet 🤧 would shower them in affection

jinyoung, yugyeom + mark

i see jinyoung as the type of person who's very rational so he wouldn't necessarily be a "hopeless romantic" but more of a relaxed and mature one? idk if that makes sense but iykyk.. yugyeom i can't really see being a hopeless romantic but as the maknae i can definitely see him with the "teases everyone but their s/o" trope. finally, mark wouldn't be a hopeless romantic because he's just too chill. instead he spends a lot of time with his s/o

[bambikisss]

Suits [teaser]

-> Being a CEO of a big company has its perks, except for meeting the one. After you sign up for a dating app for the elite 1 percent, you match with someone who is just as rich as you. Is love truly in the cards for you both?

CEO!JAYB X CEO!READER

Smut warnings: Spit, bitting, slight bondage, slight breeding kink, marking, etc. Rough to Passionate.

"You joined a dating site to not match with anyone?" He asked, taking a sip of his champagne as he listened to you try to explain why you joined, cutting you off as he leaned closer to you, his mint breath gracing your cheek as he made his way to your ear. "So, you don't want me then, Y/N?"

[verytalented]

What would Got7 do pt.1

1 2 3 4 A/N: This is part one of this request If you would like to request anything here is my Master List, and Ask List

Request - "What is something that would make them fall in love with their S/O first? (e.g personality trait, body feature)" from Anon

JB - I think Jayb would fall in love with you being out going. He’s the type of guy that can be Intimidating and shy at the same time. So he would like a his S/O to be outgoing and nice.

Mark- Mark is such sweet boy and he would most definitely like you for the way you talk. For example, You are talking to someone on the phone with a demanding tone and he would get turned on by it. Yugyeom- He is definitely a boob guy. He doesn’t care if you have small boobs or big. He like to lay down with you with his face on your chest as you confront him.

BamBam- BamBam would fall in love with your style/the way you dress. Bambam he is really obsessed with his style and the way people look around him. And bambam is a very clean person and he likes to look presentable.

Jackson- I feel like Jackson would like his S/o would be very shy or either very clam and collected. Jackson, he can be very energetic or sometimes he just needs someone to bring him back down to earth.

Youngjae- He would most definitely fall in love with the way your laugh. He likes to make you smile. He also would like both of you to laugh together most of the time. (live laugh love type energy)

Jinyoung-I feel like Jinyoung would like you because of your attitude. He likes it when you are self-assured about things. And he likes it when you know what you want.

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[multistan-kpopwritings]

Say Cheese (IKT pt 6)

➟ pairing(s): Jay B x Reader

➟ genre(s): Fluff... angst? Dunno

➟ word count: 1.1K

➟ warnings: None

I Know Things: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Jay B grabbed his hat and placed it on his head. He checked himself in the mirror, and then the watch on his wrist. He had agreed to let you pick him up on the way to the park.

"Hyung, where are you going," Youngjae called to Jay B. He walked into the room to see his friend preparing to leave the apartment.

"I have plans with Y/N and her son today," Jay B said, "She asked for some help with her new camera." He shrugged and peered out of the window. Youngjae laughed when he saw Jay B bounce on his feet, clearly nervous.

"Y/N, huh," Youngjae mused, "She's cute." He stole a glance at his friend from the corner of his eye. Jay B smiled and nodded his head.

"Yeah," he breathed, "She is." He returned his attention to the window.

"Does Mark know," the younger male asked?

"Know," Jay B questioned, "Know what? There isn't anything to know." There was a soft vibration in his pocket and a text from you letting him know you were waiting. He bid his young friend goodbye and rushed out the door.

You were chatting with Drew when Jay B opened the SUV door. He slid into the seat and turned to the child in the back. He smiled and waved. Drew studied him carefully and waved back.

"Say hi, Drew," you said to your son, "This is Jay B. He's a friend from work." You gave Jay B an apologetic smile. "Sorry, he's normally more talkative." You glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Drew continue to study the man next to you.

"That's ok," Jay B said, "We have all day to get to know each other." He turned and smiled at Drew again. He noticed how much the child looked like you. He had the same nose and chin. Drew scrunched his nose at Jay B before he turned to the window.

After a short drive, you arrived at the park. It was a beautiful day outside and you were thankful for a place to let Drew play all day. You found a tree with plenty of shade to lay the blanket out underneath. Jay B approached you with a picnic basket and Drew right behind him.

"Can I go feed the ducks," Drew asked pointing to the pond? You searched the basket and held out a bag of oats. When he reached for the bag, you pulled it back.

"What's up with you," you whispered to him, "You're not being nice to Jay B." Drew shrugged his shoulders and looked at his feet. "He just wants to be friends with you."

"I'm sorry," Drew said with teary eyes. You gave him a quick hug and kissed his cheek. He wiggled out of your grasp, walked up to Jay B, and tugged his jacket. "I'm sorry," he said looking up at Jay B.

"It's ok," Jay B said to Drew, "You don't need to apologize, but do you think we can try and be friends?" Drew smiled at him and pointed to the pond.

"Do you want to feed the ducks with me," he asked. Jay B nodded at Drew took the bag you held out.

You sat under the tree and watched Jay B and Drew feed the ducks. Pulling out your camera, you snapped a few photos. The candid shot of Jay B being chased by a group of ducks was by far your favorite, but the one of Drew tripping and rolling as another duck nipped at his shirt was a close second... that was until you heard your son cry.

Jay B scooped him up in his arms and carried him to where you sat. Setting him down gently, the child recounted the story. It seems that one of the devil ducks bit his fingers. You held the child on your lap and doted over him, kissing his fingers.

"How about a sandwich," you asked, "Would that make it better?" The child looked at you and smiled a little. "I made your favorite," you continued, "with no crust." You handed him a sandwich and made sure he was settled before turning your attention to Jay B. "Are you hungry? I may have another with no crust."

"Yes, thank you," he said, "And the crust is fine." You laughed and handed him a sandwich. He pumped his fist in the air with triumph. "Yes! No crust." He heard Drew laugh, which caused him to laugh harder.

It wasn't long before you heard soft snores from your side. You looked down to see Drew had curled up next to you and was taking a well-deserved nap. Jay B followed your gaze and smiled.

"I remember when my mom started dating my stepdad," he recalled, "I wasn't very nice to him." He bit the inside of his mouth and sighed.

"Dating," you repeated, "Is that what this is?" Jay B's confidence faltered when he looked at you. He opened and closed his mouth a few times.

"Uh, well," he stammered, "I was hoping, yeah, it could be." You smiled at him, but before you could respond, he pressed his lips to yours. You stiffened under the kiss but quickly relaxed. He gently cupped your face and deepened the kiss. He reluctantly pulled away and looked into your eyes. "Wow," he said breathlessly, "That wasn't any good. Did you feel anything?"

You blinked a few times as he pulled further away. He chuckled and ducked his head.

"I'm sorry, no" you apologized. You laughed and tucked hair behind your ear. "It wasn't a bad kiss," you interjected, "just a bad idea. I'm sorry. I just don't know-"

"You're not ready," Jay B finished your sentence. You smiled thankfully at him, glad you didn't need to explain. "That's what my mom said."

"You talked to your mom about me," you asked him.

"No," he laughed, "She said that about my stepdad. It was hard for her to date again. I can only imagine you'd have the same thoughts." He smiled softly at you.

"You're not wrong," you said, "I don't know if I'm ready for that type of heartbreak again." You ran your fingers through Drew's hair and smiled. "It's not just me anymore. Besides, not like men are knocking my door down for this," you gestured to yourself. Jay B threw his head back and laughed.

"Then I speak for the male sex," he laughed again, "We're idiots! Any man would be lucky to be with you." You smiled at him and took his hands in yours.

"Thank you," you said softly. "At least it wasn't a bad kiss," you shrugged.

"Do you think we can not mention it to anyone," he asked shyly. You winked and laughed. "I don't want things to be strange between us now." You squeezed his hand.

"Just between us," you promised.

[cherryeol04]

I Hate Decorating

��� Pairings: Mark x Jaebeom

➻ Genre: romance, fluff, domestic relationship

➻ Additional: N/A

➻ Word Count: 1K

➻ Warnings: N/A

➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!

Jaebum had been dreading this day since October hit. Even though there were two Holidays before it, Christmas items were already being put out on display already. And his boyfriend, Mark, was an avid Christmas fanatic. Christmas songs began to play in the house in November. Shopping began in October and of course, the decorations had to be up the day after Thanksgiving. Okay. Well the day after the day after Thanksgiving because the day after Thanksgiving was super, mega shopping day and Jaebum refused to go shopping anymore after nearly dying the first time around. 

“Babe!!” 

“No.” Jaebum grumbled as he looked up from his phone, eyes landing on Mark as the other male dragged out the newly purchased boxes of inflatables and statuettes of lighted creatures. 

“Oh come on, Grinch. Give me a hand.”

Jaebum sighed as he stared intently at Mark. He lowered his phone and started clapping, which didn't amuse Mark as much as it was amusing himself. 

“Jaebum, help me decorate.”

“Mark, it's not even December.” Jaebum commented. 

“Exactly and our neighbors already have their lights up. We need to do the same!” Mark huffed, a pout gracing his beautiful lips. 

“Americans…” Jaebum grumbled and Mark grunted. Walking over, Mark took a seat on Jaebum's lap and crossed his arms as he stared at him. 

“Hey now, you agreed to move with me to LA. Don't even complain about us “Americans”. You're gonna be a citizen soon too.” he grinned. Jaebum groaned and wrapped his arms around Mark's waist and held him close.

“Yeah, I agreed. But you go a little excessive when it comes to decorating.”

“But you love me.” Mark pointed out cutely, voice taking on a higher pitch. Jaebum groaned and rolled his eyes as he lowered his head to rest on Mark's shoulder. 

“Alright. Fine, let's go put up the decorations.”

Mark grinned and clapped his hands happily before throwing them around Jaebum's neck. “Thanks, love.” he said and smiled. He leaned in and kissed Jaebum's cheek. He slipped off of Jaebum's lap and made his way back to the boxes he had been carrying and picked them back up and started walking towards the front door. 

Jaebum gave a deep sigh as he watched his boyfriend leave out the door and wondered to himself exactly why he just couldn’t say no. But he supposed it was because the other was just an amazing man in general. Everything he had ever wanted in a partner. Jaebum honestly considered himself lucky that he was able to snag such a beautiful and pure-hearted man to call his own. Getting up from the chair, he moved to the door, ready to meet his maker.

~*~

“Jaebum!” 

Jaebum clung tightly to the edge of the roof, lights dangling from his body. Mark’s hand wound around his wrist, gripping tightly and for a moment Jaebum thought maybe he wouldn’t actually die. Granted, their house was only one story, so maybe if he fell he wouldn’t actually die and just break something. But still, the fear was real. His heart was racing as Mark started pulling and he did his best to help push himself back up as well. Thought it was difficult since one arm was tied to his side by the lights. 

Between the two of them, they managed to pull him up and over the side, both laying on their sides. They hadn’t exerted that much energy, but they were panting as they had just run a country mile. Jaebum looked to Mark, whose eyes were still wide with fear, his cheeks flushed red. “This is why I don’t want to decorate,” he spoke after a moment of silence between them. A large smile spread over Mark’s lips and he laughed.

“It’s not my fault you’re an absolutely clutz.” he teased. “Are you okay?” he finally asked, trying to calm himself from his laughter.

“I’m just peachy,” Jaebum grumbled and groaned. “Mark unwrap me!”

Mark snickered as he leaned over and started unwrapping the lights from Jaebum’s body. “I have to admit, I kind of like you like this, all tied up. Like your my Christmas present.” he teased. 

“You know, sometimes I wonder about your mind and where it goes.” he commented. He was more than happy when Mark finally removed the lights from his upper body, and he was able to finally sit up on his own. 

“It goes on a lovely trip and brings me back such amazing commentary when it returns.” Mark chuckled and Jaebum could only roll his eyes. He couldn’t deny that. The things that Mark would say were sometimes very questionable, but funny or suited for the situation. Mark had his own style of living and commenting on life and that was one of the things that had intrigued Jaebum about the other when they first got together.

“You’re so silly.” Jaebum smiled.

“That’s why you love me.”  Mark said, pausing in his work to stare at into Jaebum’s eyes. “Right?”

“Mmm, well it’s not the only reason I love you. But definitely one of the reasons.” Jaebum said as he leaned forward slightly.

“What are the other reasons?” Mark asked, smiling ever so slightly at Jaebum.

“There are too many to list. We don’t have all day, we need to finish getting the decorations up.” Jaebum said. “But trust me when I say, there are so many reasons why I love you and nothing will ever change my thoughts on that.” he said. Closing the gap between them, Jaebum pressed his lips against Mark’s in a chaste kiss. Mark hummed against the lips, leaning into the kiss for a moment before pulling back.

“Alright. Let’s get back to work and this time, try not to kill yourself. I know you hate decorating but that doesn’t mean you can just throw yourself off the roof.” he teased and Jaebum rolled his eyes.

“Yeah yeah yeah. I’m just saying, I’m not taking this all down in January.” he said and Mark pouted.

“But Bummie.” 

“No! Not finish the lights!” Jaebum said and tossed one of the evil strands at Mark, who caught it with a laugh.

“Love you too babe.” he winked and blew a kiss at Jaebum, the other just shaking his head and moving to continue to hang the lights on his side of the roof. Decorating was something he really hated, but he would suffer through it for Mark. Because he loved Mark, and he would do anything for the other, just to see him smile.

[kpophours]

prompt game | got7 - jaebum x fem. reader | coffee shop!au | fluff

warnings - none

requested - @kpopsocks​

To say you don’t frequent this particular café just because a certain handsome barista works here, would be a blatant lie. Still, you try to tell yourself you mostly come for the delicious coffee and the freshly baked goods, or maybe even because the interior is very pretty and the armchairs quite comfortable, but honestly - there are many similar cafés in this area. So, it definitely is thanks to the barista that you come here so often - for lunch breaks, a quick coffee with a friend, or sometimes just alone with a good book, like today. You sit in your regular spot again, a comfortable armchair with a good view of the whole café, holding a steaming mug of hot coffee between your hands while a new book is lying on the table in front of you. But you’re too distracted to read right now, currently busy watching Jaebum, said handsome barista, prepare a drink for a customer. The coffee shop is quite empty today, only a few of the tables are occupied, soft jazz music drowning out the low murmur of the other customers. You watch Jaebum - whose name you only know thanks to the tag he’s wearing, as you’ve never really talked to him except for giving him your order - finish the drink and hand it to the customer, a slight smile gracing his beautiful face. You sigh, take a sip of your coffee, and tilt your head to one side, a dreamy expression on your face - until suddenly, Jaebum looks up and locks eyes with you. You jump, startled by the intensity of his dark eyes, and hurriedly grab for your book, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze. You open the book at a random page, staring at it without actually reading anything. “You know your book is upside down, right?” You look up again and directly into Jaebum’s eyes. A slight smile tugs at his lips, and his expression is open and inviting. “I- what?!”, you squeal, looking back at your book and realizing he’s right. You groan inwardly and bite down on your lower lip, feeling quite embarrassed. Jaebum just chuckles and scratches the back of his head. “Listen, I’m off in...”, he checks his watch, “about 30 minutes. Wanna grab a coffee with me afterwards?” You can’t help but smile at him, nodding a bit shyly. “I’d love that, yes.” He grins and winks at you. “Great. Maybe you can tell me what your book is about then - that is, if you’re actually able to concentrate on it, this time.” Before you’re able to retort anything, he’s off again, taking the order of a new customer who has just arrived - leaving you speechless behind.

[dustofinsanity]

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒

Jaebeom / Reader ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤAngst/Fluff ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤWords count: 4.2k

Summary: Y/n’s saw every JB’s faces: the perfect first meet guy, the kinky and teasing demon, the so in love with his dear girlfriend man, the not so often present serious roommate, the annoying and proud cats owner, the talented underground artist, the heartbroken angel but can she forgot the terrifying monster?

Content/Warning: Mature content, Roommates to lovers AU, Underground Artist AU

Credits: @ the gif owner 

“Nora, don’t play with the cables! Odd, get down right now! Kunta, don’t chew my eraser!” You sighed and, rubbing the top of your nose, lost your patience. “JB! Come get your Minions!”

A door opened and a handsome young man, your roommate, came into the living room, an amused and arrogant grin on his lips. He obviously heard you earlier but he loved when you called him for help with his infernal cats. He took Nora in his arms and, patting his right thigh, called the two other cats that immediately came to him. It was a conspiracy!

“You’re so loud, babe. You’re scaring them.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” You said cynically, faking a sad face. “But I try to work and I can’t focus because of them! And don’t call me babe!”

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” He chuckled making you madder than you already was.

“You, your Minions, in your room! Right now!” You growled, pointing at his door. “I’ll call you for dinner!”

“Yes, mom!”

Keeping his arrogant smile, he left the living room and went back to his room, winking at you before closing the door.

You hated this fucking -handsome- man.

Before, you were living with your best friend, Hana, an adorable young lady you knew since the kindergarten. But, few months ago, she moved in with her fiancé and was living a perfect life. Since you knew you couldn’t pay the rent of your apartment all alone, you placed an ad for a new roommate but you had no idea that things would turn like that. Some people came to see your place but, when Jaebeom appeared in front of your door, your heart melted.

Yeah, you’re weak…

The first weeks were cool. Jaebeom was a real sweetheart, cooking for both of you, apologising when his five cats were a little too loud and, sometimes, he even forced you to stop working and relax on the couch, massaging your back. Yes, Jaebeom was a real sweetheart… But it was a trap and, after a month and a half, you saw his real face! You met the demon!

Even if he continued to help you with the household tasks, he started to tease you and test your patience. Too bad for him, you were patient. But when it wasn’t Jaebum, it was his cats, the Minions, and, day by day, well… you lost your patience. When you told Hana what JB did, the way he tried to get on your nerves almost everyday, she thought he had a thing for you. But it couldn’t be since he had a girlfriend and was so madly in love with her.

No, Jaebeom didn’t have a thing for you, he just loved to see you mad.

Too focused on your work, you didn’t hear his door open and jumped when he puts his chin on your shoulder, asking you what the novel you were writing was about. Hiding the screen with your hands, you shouted at him not to look and, turning your face to him, noticed he was shirtless.

Dear Lord, living with him was torture!

“Is it that kinky?” He smirked near to your ear, making you hold a shiver hardly.

“Go away, JB.” You sighed. “I already told you, I don’t want you to-”

“Yeah, I know. I’m gonna take a shower. Do you wanna come?”

“Go away, JB.” You repeated, biting your bottom lip discreetly.

“You’re not funny, babe.”

He moved away from your head and went to the bathroom, leaving you alone in the living room with a racing heart and bright red cheeks. Ah, sorry, not alone, the Minions came back.

You hated him so much.

Knowing that you couldn’t write with the Minions around you, you saved your work and went to the kitchen, starting to cook the dinner. Even if you weren’t a chef, you liked to cook pretty and delicious dinners and, this evening, it would be chicken alfredo for you and soondubujiggae for Jaebeom since he only eats korean food. Struggling with the cats that were all rubbing against your legs, you started JB’s meal and gave some meat pieces to his pets. Sometimes, they were cute. Sometimes.

You continued to cook when you felt two arms wrapping around your waist and wet hair against your head. Holding you closer to him, Jaebeom sniffed and whispered it smelled good before thanking you and kissing your shoulder. You hated when he was doing that. You hated it even more knowing he was just playing with your feelings. Even if you weren’t really friends, he knew you pretty well, he knew how weak you could be sometimes and saw all the times you blushed when he left the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. He knew how attractive you found him.

At first, you thought he was doing this to make his girlfriend jealous but it wasn’t. One night, when your both were sitting on the couch, speaking seriously together -because it happened sometimes-, he explained to you he and his girlfriend had a deal, a game. The rules were simple: no kisses, no sex, no feelings, just seduction. They could play with who they wanted, even in front of each other. Like he told me, it was a way to see how much they can trust each other.

Basically, a shitty game and you were a toy. Great…

You tried to push him away, struggling against him but he tightened his grip around you and chuckled, obviously proud of himself.

“Can you, at least, put a shirt on?” You sighed, trying to focus on the cooking.

“I know you like it when I don’t wear one.”

“Don’t think I’m your toy, JB.”

“I didn’t think you would be against it.” He whispered in your ear and went down to your neck while his hands started to go down on your thighs, making you bite your bottom lip as you threw your head back. “Would you, babe?”

“Stop it right now or I swear to God I’ll hit you with the burning pan.” You growled. “Or maybe you would prefer me to kick you in the-”

“Okay, I’ll stop!” He laughed, pulling his hands up and moving away.

Lowering your head, heart racing again, you tried to catch your breath and finished the meals, putting them on the kitchen counter where you always ate. Jaebeom looked at you all the time, trying to guess what you were thinking about or to see if your cheeks were red but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction and ate naturally your delicious chicken alfredo.

Even if you were a mess at this moment.

After the dinner, you did the dishes, it was your turn, and let him watch a movie on TV. Well, that was what you were thinking but when you turned to the couch, you saw Jaebeom reading a notebook… YOUR notebook! You rushed over him and tried to take back what was yours but your roommate stood up quickly and lifted his arm above his head.

Why were you so tiny?!

Even if you jumped, you couldn’t reach his hand and, of course, it made him laugh. But this time, Jaebeom crossed the limits and you weren’t amused, not at all.

“Give it back to me!” You shouted, jumping again.

“I didn’t know you write that good, Y/n.” Jaebeom smiled, raising an eyebrow. “Did you already think to show your songs?”

”Give me back my notebook!“ You growled, jumping higher, and finally grabbed the notebook but made both of you fall on the couch.

Eyes wide open, his hands on your hips, Jaebeom stared at you, as shocked as you were. Expecting a cynical comment from him, you said nothing and just lowered your head but JB stayed quiet and just came closer to you, sliding his hand on your neck and pulled your face inches away from his. To be honest, at this moment, you didn’t care if he had a girlfriend or not, you just wanted to kiss these lips that you found more and more attractive every day.

But luck was never your friend and Jaebeom’s phone rang on the coffee table behind you. The young man sighed slightly and, wrapping an arm around your waist, made you lean back. Without taking his eyes off yours, he leaned over you, grabbed his phone and picked up the call. Usually, he was happy when his girlfriend called him but, this time, he seemed disappointed. He nodded and mumbled few words before hanging up, always looking at you.

”I have to go.“ He sighed, putting his hand on your cheek and touching your lips delicately with his thumb. ”Don’t wait for me, babe.“

You nodded blankly and let him put a sweet kiss on the corner of your lips before standing up and walked to your desk where you put your notebook. You didn’t dare to look at him, embarrassed by what happened, and just heard him put a hoodie on and leave the apartment. You looked at Nora, that came to rub against your leg, and sat down on the floor, taking the beautiful cat in your arms and petting it like you rarely did before. What a strange night.

And it wasn’t over.

Around 4am, you was awoken by the sound of the front door opening abruptly and two male voices that you immediately recognised; your roommate and his best friend. Getting out of bed, you left your bedroom and saw Mark and Jaebeom in the living room, the first helping the second to sit on the couch. It wasn’t the first time you had seen them coming back from a club or party, and you already saw them drunk too, but, this time, something was wrong, you could see it on Mark’s face.

”Need help?“ You asked, joining them in the living room.

”Oh, thank God, Y/n, you’re here!“ Mark exclaimed, his hands up.

”I live here, Mark.“

”Sorry if we woke you up but… Do you have a first aid kit?“

You opened your eyes wide and ran to the couch where JB was sitting, his face covered by bruises and his hands bleeding. You carefully cupped your roommate’s face in your hands and made him look at you, asking what happened.

”Nothing.“ He growled, moving his head and lying down on the couch.

”His girl cheated on him and they broke up.” Mark sighed without paying attention to his best friend who was asking him to shut up. “We went to a club and JB fought with some guys.”

“I’m not good enough, she said.” Jaebeom sadly chuckled.

“Don’t listen to this bitch.” Mark sighed again. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled at Mark and nodded, letting him know that you agreed with him, and told him that the first aid kit was in the bathroom. He brought you back the little red and white box and asked you if you wanted him to stay but you answered that you could take care of Jaebeom, he could leave without any worries.

“Thank you, cupcake, you’re an angel.” He smiled at you, kissed the top of your head and left the apartment.

Without saying or asking anything, you forced Jaebeom to sit back and opened the first aid kit. Slowly, you cleaned his hands and put sanitizer on them, apologising when you saw the young man wincing. After putting some bandages on his fingers, you sat beside JB and cleaned his face but his expression broke your heart in million pieces.

Slowly you turned his face to you and looked straight into his sad eyes. The demon with who you were living for few months was far away and Jaebeom looked like a broken angel.

“Mark was right.” You whispered, putting a light kiss on his forehead. “She doesn’t deserve you.”

You smiled shyly and were about to put some sanitizer on his face when Jaebeom grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, kissing you passionately. You tried to push him away but he wrapped his arm around your waist and made you sit on his lap, deepening the kiss second by second.

“Jae… Jaebeom, stop…” You moaned against his lips. “Please… stop…”

“I know you want it.” Jaebeom growled, sliding a hand under your oversized shirt while the other went down your back and grabbed your right cheek.

“Not… not like… like that… Please…”

A loud groan escaped from his throat and suddenly, you understood that things wouldn’t get better, he wouldn’t stop. Jaebeom abruptly lied you on the couch and tried to take your panties off but you struggled, hitting him as hard as you could. He then grabbed your wrists with just one hand, raised them over your head and started to slide your underwear down your thigh with his free hand. You begged him to stop but you froze when his eyes met yours: the man over you wasn’t your roommate, he wasn’t Jaebeom, he wasn’t the arrogant but funny demon with who you lived, he was a stranger, a monster.

Terrified, you struggled harder and finally been able to kick him in the lower abdomen, making him fall from the couch. You stood up immediately and ran behind the couch, grabbing the first thing you could reach, a standing lamp near a window. You heard Jaebeom growl in pain and stop suddenly, getting up and looking at you with eyes wide open. He seemed so lost.

“Y/n… I… I’m… I’m so… so sorry.” He stuttered, standing up and coming slowly to you.

“Stay away from me!” You shouted, lifting up the lamp, eyes full of tears. “Don’t touch me ever again! Don’t talk to me ever again! You monster!”

You carefully stepped back, dropped the lamp and ran into your room. You couldn’t believe what happened, you couldn’t believe Jaebeom tried to do this to you. Leaning your back against the door, you tried to ease the beat of your heart and wiped your tears with your shirt.

For the first time in your life, you even locked the door of your bedroom.

After that night, you talked with Jaebeom only one time but didn’t let him apologise or say anything. You coldly told him he could still live in the apartment but only on certain conditions. One, he shouldn’t talk to you never again. Two, if he touched you, you’d kill him. Three, he should do his dishes and his laundry. Four, you wouldn’t buy his food anymore, if he wanted to eat, he had to cook his meals on his own. Five, if he came in your room, you’d kill him. Six, if he touched your stuff, you’d kill him. And seven, if he didn’t respect the rules… You’d kill him. He nodded sadly and, following the first rule, didn’t say anything and left the living room.

From this moment, you lived together like that, as if you were ghosts to each other. Sometimes, JB left some post-its on the fridge, letting you know he had done his tasks, was out or bought some meals that you never ate. Other times, he just wished you a good day, always asking you not to work too much or skipping meals. But you never replied.

However, after three months, you weren’t mad at him anymore, disappointed but not angry, and even started to feel a bit bad for him. What he tried to do was unacceptable, and you needed more time to completely forgive him, but you knew Jaebeom. Deep inside, you knew you weren’t in danger with him. He proved it to you a few times, putting a blanket on your shoulders when you fell asleep on your desk and leaving a note on your keyboard on which he said he didn’t touch you, just covered you. Jaebeom followed every rules and added new ones like locking his cats in his room when you were working or, for him, not drinking alcohol at home.

Maybe you were weak, or crazy, but you finally moved on, forgiving what he did without telling him.

One morning, after a long night full of weird dreams, you went to the kitchen and, opening the fridge, saw a note taped on the door.

“Hi, Y/n. I hope you slept well.

I don’t know if you will read this but, today, Mark and I will hold our first concert. It would be great if you could come. I don’t ask you to do it for me but, please, do it for Mark. He would be happy to see you and you could see how hard he worked. I left a flyer on the counter. If you come, you won’t have to pay, we told to the organisers you’re family. I won’t ask you anything else ever again but, please, come to see us Mark. Have a nice day.”

You turned to the counter and saw the coloured flyer. A sweet smile stretched across your lips as you remembered that you promised Jaebeom to go to the first show he and Mark would hold. You checked the time and saw you had almost all day, the concert starting at 10pm. Then, you decided that you could work for a few hours and go to the club in the evening, wondering if you would feel anxious or excited.

Answer? Both.

Your heart was racing and, when you reached the club where the concert was being held, you thought you would faint, your head spinning a little. You came closer to the front door and asked if the concert already started. Shit, you were late! The bouncer asked for your name and let you in when you said it.

The place was full and you felt so glad for the two men. You knew how hard they worked and they deserved all these fans. Being underground artists wasn’t easy in this country but Jaebeom and Mark, aka Disturbed Utopia, were out of this world. Even if the mix of rap and sing was common, their voices, their styles, their lyrics and the feelings they put in them were unique.

Leaning against the bar, you watched them giving their best, noticing that JB was wearing the shirt you bought him for his birthday. They were hypnotising even if you noticed that Jaebeom had a sad glint in his eyes. After the broken angel, the monster, and the ghost, the demon who you lived with turned into the shadow of himself. Even his fake cheeky smile didn’t fool you.

“How are you, guys?” Mark shouted between two songs, making everyone scream in the club. “Are you still here?” Other screams. “You guys are amazing! We will take a short break but before, this is our new song, Heal Me.”

The club went dark and only the two artists were illuminated on the stage, both sitting on bar stools. The music began and you were surprised at how it was different from their other songs. This one was slow and sounded sad. The first verse that Mark was rapping was about a man who talked about how bad he behaved with an amazing girl he liked. But when Jaebeom sang the chorus, the man begged for another chance, asking to be “healed” from the monster he was.

You didn’t need to ask to know who wrote the lyrics and, feeling your heart break, you couldn’t hold your tears, looking straight at your roommate on the stage.

During Mark’s second verse, in which the man was saying all the mistakes he did, JB looked through the public and his eyes met yours but he immediately looked down, his expression getting sadder than before, breaking your heart more. As soon as Mark saw the expression on his best friend’s face, he looked in your direction and saw you, giving you a discreet sweet smile and winking at you. You gave him back his smirk and listened to the last verse where the man explained how miserable he felt and how he missed the girl.

Gradually, the lights went down and, when the song was over, the public gave an incredible ovation to the duo. You wanted to clap too but your hands were shaking and tears were still rolling down your cheeks. The light came back and the men thanked the public before leaving the stage, taking a short break while you couldn’t move at all, looking straight at the stool on which Jaebeom was sitting a few seconds ago.

“Are you Miss Y/n?” A man asked, making you jump before you nodded. “Come with me, please. Mark and Jaebeom want to see you.”

Wiping your tears, you nodded again and followed the impressive man backstage where you were warmly welcomed by Mark who gave you a big hug, thanking you for coming to their first concert.

“It means a lot to us, you know?” He smiled, pulling away and looking at you. “You’re gorgeous tonight, cupcake.”

“Do you want me to look like a tomato?” You laughed as you felt your cheeks redden a little.

“A gorgeous tomato, then.” He smirked before looking quickly at the end of the hall where Jaebeom was, leaning against the wall, head down. Mark focused back on you and rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Look… JB told me what happened. I know he messed up and I don’t want to take his side but… He feels like shit. I don’t ask you to forgive him but can you just talk with him?”

“I’m on it.” You smiled, patting his shoulder and giving him a hug, whispering they were amazing on stage. He thanked you again and let you join Jaebeom who didn’t notice you.

Coming quietly closer to him, you noticed he was looking at his phone, rubbing softly his thumb on a picture. Tilting your head a little, you looked at the photo, a shy smile stretching your lips.

“Not the best pic of me but Nora is cute.” You chuckled, seeing that JB took a picture of you when you were sleeping on your desk, his cat curled up in a ball on the top of your back.

Without saying anything, Jaebeom calmly locked his phone and put it in the back pocket of his jeans. Teeth clenched, his hands slid into his pockets, he gave you a quick look but looked down immediately.

“When did you take it?” You asked but got no answer, just him shrugging slightly, following the rules. “Okay, forget the rule n°1. So, when did you take it?”

“Two weeks ago.” He whispered without looking at you. “I’m sorry, I forgot to lock my room and Nora opened the door. It won’t ever hap-”

“JB, look at me.” You cut him off, seeing him shake his head and swallowing. You put yourself in front of him and softly cupped his face with your hands, trying to catch his eyes but he avoided yours. “JB, please, look at me.” His eyes finally met yours. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you anymore. You weren’t in your right mind, that night. I know it. I know you.”

“I can’t forget what I did, Y/n. I replay that moment in my mind all the time, what I did, your face.” He swallowed and lowered his head again. “I understand you can’t forgive me, I can’t forgive myself either.”

“I forgave you, Jaebeom.”

He raised his head quickly and stared at you with eyes wide open. His reaction made you chuckle a little and you gave him a sweet smile before locking your lips on his. After few seconds, Jaebeom finally wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss slowly.

“I’m sorry for what I did, Y/n.” He whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s in the past, now. Don’t think about it anymore.” You smiled, pecking his lips. “But… Since when did my demon call me by my name? I prefer when you call me babe.”

“Same for me.” He smiled. “Can you tell me how many rules I broke for now?”

“Not enough.” You chuckled, letting him kiss you again.

“Get a room, Bonnie and Clyde!” Mark shouted, making Jaebeom and you laugh. “You’ll do whatever you want later! We have a concert to finish!”

“Go show them who’s the best.” You whispered to JB.

He nodded, kissed your forehead and, entwining your fingers, you joined Mark who was smiling at you. He gently ruffled your hair and went back on stage, followed by Jaebeom who quickly came back to you, kissing you once again.

“Promise me you won’t leave, babe.” He told you, looking straight into your eyes, his fingertips holding your chin up.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered against his lips. “Not without you, demon.”

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[roh-tae]

dangerous

words - 1,410

featuring - jaebum x reader

genre - a mix

when jaebum calls you got7′s new assistant, the company has no choice but to hire you

“Jackson, I don’t want Jaebum getting upset that I crash another practice.”

Jackson just rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand and pulling you down the hall with him. “He’ll be fine, and if not, I’ll deal with it. Okay?” 

He didn’t bother waiting for your answer as he pulled you into the studio. The boys were all in their typical places. Yugyeom and Bambam warming up, Jinyoung watching Mark play some game on his phone, Youngjae sitting at the computer switching music for Yugyeom and Bambam, and Jaebum sitting in the back reading intently. 

As you and Jackson made your way inside everyone's eyes landed on you. Majority of the room happy to see you, the other one percent not so happy. It wasn’t that Jaebum hated you, well, to be honest you didn't know how he felt exactly. One minute he seemed to like you, the next he wanted nothing to do with you. But overtime you've gotten used to it, now knowing if you were going to sit in on the boys’ practice you were to “sit in the back and keep quiet” to quote Jaebum. And that’s exactly what you did. 

Barely noticing practice was over, until Jackson threw his sweaty shirt in your face, you stood up. Stretching before you joined the boys as they discussed where you all would head to get something to eat. Your attention drifted to Jaebum who was gathering his things and heading for the door.

“Is he not coming?”

The guys shot him a look before shrugging their shoulders, “guess not.” You wished Jaebum would hang out with the boys when you were around. That way maybe you could actually get to know him better and maybe he wouldn’t be so cold to you. But, you knew that this was how Jaebum was. Sighing as you began to pace the practice room while the boys still couldn't decide where to eat, you noticed Jaebum’s phone still plugged into the speaker. 

“Hey guys, Jaebum left his phone. I’m gonna try to catch him, be right back!”

Running down the hall you hoped Jaebum hadn’t gotten far. Maybe doing something nice for him would earn you a thank you, or maybe even a chance to see Jaebum smile. As you pushed open the door you smacked into Jaebum who was heading back inside. 

“Oh, y/n, are you okay?” 

Jaebum sat up, reaching to help you as you rubbed your forehead. “Uh, yeah. Fine. You, you forgot your phone.” Jaebum looked from his phone to you before reaching for it. “Uh, thanks.” 

Jaebum looked away as he turned his attention to picking up the things that had fallen out of his bag. “Here, let me help.” As you both picked up the contents of his bag, your hands momentarily touched as you both reached for the same thing. Looking at one another you both awkwardly pulled away, turning away as you both laughed. 

“Thank you...I’m sorry about your head.” 

You stood up, looking up at him shaking it off. “You’re welcome, and it’s okay. I probably should’ve made sure no one was on the other side of the door first.” 

“Jaebum! Jaebum!”

You looked up to see fans quickly swarming around, making you shyly step back as he acknowledged the fans. Stepping back inside you noticed him look back to find you, just flashing you an apologetic smile as he went back to the fans. 

Jaebum signed a few things before security finally came from inside the building to clear the fans away. 

“Jaebum! Who was that girl? Is she a new trainee? Are you two working on a song together?”

All the fans waited impatiently for his response, probably wanting some breaking news they could report on their fan accounts. “Uh,” Jaebum scratched his head, not sure what to say and not wanting to get caught up in some scandal or rumor. “She is our new assistant, just bringing me my phone, I forgot it inside. Sorry, I have to go everyone.” 

“Our assistant? You couldn’t have just said she was a trainee? Or she maybe that she is just our friend?”

Jaebum just sat silent while Jackson prodded him with questions. The news had spread online about you being GOT7′s new assistant and of course it got back to the guys and their company. To say they weren’t exactly thrilled was an understatement. The boys didn't exactly mind it, but the company wasn’t sure how they would explain that Jaebum lied to all the fans. 

“Look, I didn’t want to say the wrong thing and have rumors or something flooding the internet. I’m sorry.” 

“Yeah well now how are we supposed to explain our assistant who is hardly ever with us?” 

“Look I said I was-”

Jaebum stopped himself as their manager entered the practice room, you following behind him. The boys shot you a confused look, though you were just as confused. They all stood up, bowing as they greeted their manager, waiting to hear what he had to say. 

“Well, I’m sure you all have heard the news by now. We weren’t sure what to do exactly since we found the same time as everyone else. But, say hello to your new assistant.” 

The boys all looked at each other, unsure to believe what he’d said or not. “You’re joking right?” Jackson finally the one to speak, not upset at the idea of you being their manager he just didn’t believe it. “No, since we didn't really have any time to prepare a statement that would fix Jaebum’s mistake, this is what we feel is the best decision for now. Y/n will work closely with you all under my supervision, she will act as an assistant manager to me. Good thing you all are already great friends. If you're not happy with the idea, take it up with Jaebum. That’s all.”

The manager left the practice room as the boys remained quiet, along with you just staring at your feet. Their reactions didn’t seem to encouraging at the moment, not like you were exactly excited about the idea either. You were friends with the members, but would you be able to work with them everyday? 

“I, I understand if you guys aren’t happy about this. But, just know I didn’t have much of a choice.” 

Jackson laughed as he walked over, wrapping you in a hug. “Why would we be unhappy? You’re our best friend y/n! And now we get to have you as our assistant, who knows us better than you?” 

You smiled as you looked at the others seeing a similar reaction from all of them, all of the except Jaebum. He was still sitting on the practice room floor while the other guys came over to hug you and reassure you they were happy. You tried not to let it bother you, just shrugging it off as the boys needed to begin their practice. Moving to the back of the practice room, you began looking over some emails their manager had sent you. Mostly schedules for the next few days that you’d need to attend with the boys, but some rules and expectations from the company. 

Though this wasn’t their decision, instead something Jaebum almost made them do, they still were treating it as a real job. You had duties and expectations, and you were getting paid for this now. Lucky for you it allowed you to finally quit your waitressing job at the cafe down the street. But you weren’t sure how to feel, yes it was great to have the chance to work with your best friends. Like Jackson said, who else knew them like you did. But it was a world you’d only known about from the stories the boys would tell you or the few times you’d sat in on their practices. 

“Y/n.”

Looking up from your phone you saw Jaebum looking at you. “Look, I know this is an awkward situation now that you have to work for us, but, just know that it’s not all fun and games. I know you’re our friend, and we can have fun sometimes. But this is our job, and you need to take it seriously.” 

You softly chuckled, “You’re the one who put me in this position, remember? Listen, I can separate work and friendship. Don’t worry about me. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to call and confirm your appearance for tomorrow.”

Not sure what this is, but I finally got some time and motivation to write something. Intending on this being a little series. Let me know what you all think!

[def-initely-soul]

Whatever You Want Princess (M)

Rated M for mature themes and language.

Original Update: June 8, 2017

A/N: HEY GUYS!! this isn’t the next part of Blood Relations, I know I know please bear with me, but it’s a Jaebum oneshot! All the fluff in here and some of the smut too! Y’all should thank the gorgeous@chanyeolandthebananas for being my inspiration provider! thank you for giving me fluff ideas that turn into filth xD

Words: 6357

Pairing: Jaebum/Reader

Genre: Fluff,Smut

Summary: A casual movie night at your best friend’s only not so “casual”…

“How about I pick the movie for once?”

Jaebum scoffs at your words, his eyes still glued to his laptop screen, searching through his IMDb list.

It’s not the first time you’ve had this conversation. Every time you visit your best friend for the usual Friday movie night instead of going out, you always manage to fight over the movie. Jaebum always wants to watch some low-budget, independent indie movie with a deep meaning, the ending of which provokes more questions than it answers. And while you liked that kind of movies, there was only some amount of them you could see, before you got sick of them. Now, you want something more light-hearted, more comical, to leave you with a pleasant feeling afterward, not food for thought.

And that’s been happening for 8 years.

Since you discovered movies, you both spent your Friday nights, one week on your place and the next on his. When you were kids it was easier, seeing as your houses were next to each other. All you had to do was tell your mother you were going next door and everything would have been fine.

Now, as both of you have moved on to university, you have to take the bus from your dorms to reach Jaebum’s apartment on the other side of the town.

So it’s only fair for you to get to decide which movie you’ll see since he has a car to help him in his transportation in contrast with the dirty seats of the bus you’re taking.

“How about no?” he replies, cocking one eyebrow, as he continues his hunt for a movie, through his watchlist.

You groan in irritation, letting your hands fall to your sides. “Why not? You’re always picking the movie, it’s not fair!” you protest, grabbing one of his pillows to bring it to your lap.

Jaebum chuckles. “Yeah, because I’m the only one with a good taste,” he says, nonchalantly, and the way he says it makes you wanna punch him.

You pout, as you hug the pillow closer to your body. That brat. “That’s not true,”

“Is too,”

“Is not!”

Jaebum turns to look at you with a smile on his face and an endearing glint in his eyes. You find yourself smiling back; it’s one of the effects he has on you, you can’t stay mad at him for long.

He returns his attention back to his laptop. “Whatever you say, princess,” he says with a teasing grin.

Your breath catches in your throat for a second, at the nickname, but you conceal it like you’ve managed to conceal all your reactions after all this time.

Damn Jaebum and the ungodly crush you have on him.

Yeah, you like your best friend. Such a paradox huh?

I mean who doesn’t like Jaebum? He is all a girl could dream of, even from when he was a little kid. He is sweet and caring. Protective of you every time something shady happens, but not too much. He is arrogant but only when he’s teasing you, otherwise he’s one of the most humble people you’ve met. And even though he isn’t exactly talkative or open with other people, the moment he wishes to talk, it’s like everyone stops talking out of respect. He evokes this aura of maturity. One that lets him be heard above numerous other people. He is respected.

And let’s not mention the fact, all girls swoon after him because he’s a writer.

And dammit he’s good.

He writes from novels to poems to even songs. Personally, you adore his songs. There seems to be a stronger connection between his words and his music, even though he refuses to admit it. They are bold, demanding to be heard, to be listened to. And listen you do, since you’re the only person he ever showed his songs to.

He’s quite bashful of his songs and even though he has no reason to, you find it endearing. Every time he gets shy, he does his signature move of joining his hands on his lap, meaning he is anxious about your opinion.

But each time, you feel nothing but amazement in the sound of his songs. And each time you find yourself falling harder, with no way to stop the impending fall. Making it more difficult to say no to him. And that’s what happens today too, as you let him choose the movie again.

Which you regret the moment you see the movie is about two best friends falling in love with each other.

It’s going to be a long night.

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Throughout the entirety of the movie, you feel more self-conscious by the second.

Again it’s one of these movies, with silent pauses, sad indie music, meaningful shots of fields and long, intense stares. The plot easily reminds you of your relationship with Jaebum, even though the only real similarity is that the two protagonists are best friends. In regards to everything else, the girl isn’t at all similar to you, nor the guy to Jaebum. But despite that, your heartbeat begins rising and your cheeks redden in every possible chance.

The fact you’re both laying on Jaebum’s bed with his arm leisurely hanging around your shoulders isn’t helping either. You’re hyper-aware of all the spots his skin touches yours, of all his movements. Your pulse quickens every single one of the times his head turns slightly your way, even if he’s not looking at you, and your palms begin sweating.

And the highlight of it all comes with the confession scene, where the girl reveals to the guy how she truly feels. You can’t take it anymore.

You immediately drag your body further from Jaebum, distancing yourself and you stand up in an instant. You turn to look at him and he’s watching you with furrowed eyebrows, confusion etched into his features. You gulp nervously, as you bite your lower lip.

You need a moment.

“I… I need to pee,” you say, quickly and you make your escape to his bathroom, leaving him no time to react.

As soon as the closed door of the bathroom serves as a threshold between you, you let out a long exhale. Great, what are you going to do now? How are you gonna explain yourself to him? You take a look at yourself in the mirror, noticing a permanent expression of panic on your face and you silently curse.

God, I hope he hasn’t noticed.

You open the tap and splash some water on your face to get rid of the redness. You’re thankful Jaebum hasn’t come over to check on you and you hope the confession scene will be done, by the moment you return to his bed.

But, alas, when you step out of your ‘sanctuary’ you realize Jaebum has paused the movie, in the middle of that exact scene. Waiting for you.

Well, fuck.

“Are you okay?”

You frown at the worry in his voice. You really hoped he wouldn’t pick on anything, but it seems your hopes were futile. You look at him, the concern hiding in his eyes is almost tangible and you walk over to him. Resuming your previous spot but with more distance between the two of you.

Jaebum cocks an eyebrow as he waits for your response.

You just shrug your shoulders, defensively. You need to throw him off, so he doesn’t suspect anything. It is the first time you are so awkward around him, so he’s bound to feel that something is wrong.

You stare at the laptop, deliberately ignoring his gaze. “I’m just a bit tired, that’s all…” you say indifferently, hoping to throw him off.

Jaebum stares at you with an unreadable expression and for a moment you’re afraid he won’t let it drop. You swear he can hear your heart beating like a drum inside your chest.

Then he nods softly. “Okay…” he moves his hand to unpause the movie and you feel yourself panicking again. You won’t be able to go through the movie at this rate. So you do the only logical thing that comes to mind.

Yell.

“NO!”

Jaebum jumps at the volume of your voice, his hand stopping mid-air, just above the space button. His eyes are wide with surprise and confusion as he stares at you in disbelief.

You press your lips together, sensing the situation becoming more awkward than you expected. Maybe you shouldn’t have yelled.

You laugh nervously. “… I’m really sleepy right now, so can we pass the movie and fall asleep instead?”

Jaebum’s baffled expression seems knitted to his face and it worries you that you might fucked up worse than you think.  

“Um, okay…” he replies hesitantly, as he takes his fingers away from the button to move his laptop to his desk.

You stand on your feet and move to your bag to take out your pajamas. And as you go through your stuff, a memory flashes in front of your eyes, the image of your pjs laying on your bed, before you took off for Jaebum.

“Shit” you curse under your breath. You can’t wear your clothes to bed, you have classes tomorrow.

“What is it now?” you hear Jaebum exhale, tiredly.

“I forgot my pajamas at my place…” you sigh in annoyance, as you continue to look for them hopelessly, inside your bag in case you haven’t seen them. But nope. The pajamas are still missing.

Jaebum straightens up, in silent surprise, a wave of realization passing through his features.

“Oh… you can wear one of my t-shirts…”

You freeze when you hear his words, turning your head to his direction, faster than light. The last thing you want is his smell clinging to you for the next day. “Um, no, no, no, it’s okay, I’ll just wear my-”

“You have classes tomorrow, you can’t wear your clothes to sleep. Unless you wanna look like an old, wrinkled newspaper…” Jaebum cuts you off, with a wicked grin to match his teasing words.

Damn, he’s right, you can’t argue with that. Although you secretly indulge in his scent. It’s comforting and addicting.

You look at him doe-eyed before responding. “Um, okay then…”

Jaebum throws you one of his shirts and you catch it mid-air. You know this one well. It’s one of his favorites, if not his favorite. It’s black and its sleeves reach your elbows and a print of Bart Simpson’s face is on it. It’s practically a part of him now. He wears it almost every single day.

Although it’s recently washed, Jaebum’s scent is distinct all over it.

You silently curse yourself again, as you realize the smell will most likely follow you for the entirety of the next day. But simultaneously you can’t get enough of it.

Does that make you a pervert? Cause you, sure as hell, feel like one.

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.

You walk out of the bathroom, after changing. At least, the shirt is long enough to cover you mid-thigh, so any unwanted revelations are avoided.

You contemplated on leaving your bra on or taking it off, since you always get rid of it when sleeping, even when you were sleeping over at Jaebum’s. But this time, you can’t neglect that nervous feeling that settles at the pit of your stomach at the thought of you being braless in the same room as Jaebum.

Finally, you decide to take it off, in a futile attempt to make this night as normal as it can be. Jaebum has seen you without a bra before so it shouldn’t matter.

Of course, that was when you were a lot younger, but you try to convince yourself it’s okay. Friends don’t feel awkward about this kind of stuff.

Right?

As you walk back into the room, you’re met with a sight that used to be a routine for you, but lately, it has become a constant nightmare.

Jaebum has only prepared his bed for the night. Which means you will be sleeping next to each other. And that is normal for you, you think, or at least it was.

You gulp nervously. The last time this happened, was over two weeks ago when you had stayed here for the night. Everything was going smoothly, just another Friday night watching movies and talking until 3 am, falling asleep peacefully next to each other.

But when you woke up the next morning, for the first time before Jaebum, another sight served to remind you that Jaebum was also a man, besides your best friend.

His shirt had ridden up, revealing that small patch of skin below his belly button, where his happy trail was. The muscles and veins there were tensed and visible, and for a moment you felt your mouth water.

That was before you saw the tent in his pants.

At that moment you panicked, your cheeks flushing red. Your eyes stayed glued there like you were trapped in some sort of spell. And you hate to admit it, but beyond the panic and embarrassment, another familiar feeling started building inside you, and more specifically between your legs.

In a matter of seconds, you were wet because of your best friend’s morning wood.

And as Jaebum stirred in his sleep, you quickly turned your back at him and hid under the covers. As the time passed by and Jaebum woke up and walked to the bathroom you felt more and more like a pervert. That’s why you are so afraid of tonight.

It wasn’t your fault, okay? He just is too damn handsome.

You’re too lost in your own thoughts to hear Jaebum coughing to get your attention.

“Hey, earth calling Y/N,” he says louder and suddenly you see a hand waving in front of your eyes to wake you up.

You jump, slightly startled and you see Jaebum standing in front of you with an unreadable expression. His eyes move for a fraction of a second to his t-shirt you’re wearing and then they become weirdly fixed to your face. A shiver runs down your spine, at the feeling of his eyes on you.

“What?” you reply, quietly, remembering he talked to you.

“I said get into bed” his voice booms through the room and you turn your eyes to said bed. You gulp again, feeling your stomach tightening with anxiety.

This is stupid. You have never been like this before. It’s just Jaebum.

Just Jaebum. It sounds so ironic when he’s the main reason you’re like this.

You nod and walk straight to bed. You crawl under the covers and Jaebum follows you, laying on the bed. You turn your back to him to face the wall, immediately after. You know you’re making things even weirder, but you have to do this for the sake of your heart, or else you are going to die from a heart attack.

“Goodnight!” you swiftly say, as you switch off the bedside lamp on your side. Like this, with the lights closed and your back turned to him, it gives him no chance to engage in conversation. It’s better this way.

Jaebum stands still, sitting on the bed. Looking at you with blank eyes, confused beyond his wits. Usually, you two wouldn’t go straight to sleep. You would talk for hours until one of you fell asleep or until the sun came out. What has gotten into you?

He mumbles a quiet ‘goodnight’ back before he turns his light off too and he dives under the covers.

When you hear Jaebum’s movements, meaning he’s going to sleep as well, you let out a silent exhale of relief, while mentally slapping yourself. Why did you have to make things so weird?

Well, you guess there’s no going back now. Maybe you can settle things over in the morning. And by settle things you don’t mean telling him the truth, but rather finding an excuse that will satisfy his curiosity.

Once again you’re too lost in your thoughts trying to find the perfect excuse.

So when Jaebum’s hand circle around your waist to push your back against his chest, you yelp in surprise.

Jaebum laughs quietly, the sound dangerously close to your ears. “Calm down, it’s just me…” he whispers to your hair, making you shiver.

If only he knew he’s the reason you can’t calm down at all.

When he realizes you’re still too tense in his arms he speaks again.

“What’s up with you today?” you hear his curious voice reverberating on our neck and another chill comes over you.

Why are you so nervous? You have cuddled before and you were okay with it.

Damn, you can’t get the image of last time out of your head.

“N-n-nothing… Nothing is up” you reply, trying to convince him. God, why does your voice sound so shaky? He’s definitely onto something.

Jaebum chuckles against your shoulder, his skin barely touching yours. “Really? Is that why you’ve been acting so strange today?”

Fuck. You nervously swallow, suddenly feeling your neck going dry. “I told you I’m fine…” you mumble, not very convincingly.

Jaebum scoffs this time. “I’m not stupid. There is obviously something bothering you”

When you don’t reply yet again, he continues. “I’m your best friend. You’re supposed to tell me when something’s bothering you, Y/N”

You frown at the ‘best friend’ part. You know that already, he doesn’t have to remind you.

You sigh, resigned. “I know I just… Can we not talk about this now?” you say trying to buy a little more time to think of an appropriate answer. You slowly begin to relax against him and this seems more and more like your usual nights. You’re happy this situation slowly returns back to normal. You’re not willing to ruin this yet.

Jaebum lets out a breath as he nods behind you. “Okay, whatever you want… Let’s go to sleep…”. Although you’re quite surprised he lets it go that easily, you’re relieved. So you mumble a silent ‘thank you’ before you close your eyes, ready to fall asleep.

Only Jaebum has different plans, as he swiftly turns you on your back and he hovers above you.

The air is getting sucked out of your lungs and you lose your words at the back of your throat out of pure shock. You look at him dumbstruck, his black hair falling in front of his eyes, which stare at you intensely.

Again, all relaxation and comfort fly out the window and you’re too self-aware of the way his t-shirt has ridden up your thighs, barely covering your underwear. Your heart beats miraculously fast inside your chest, so much you think you’re gonna pass out.

Jaebum breathes heavily above you, and for a moment he gets distracted by something. You see his eyes focus and unfocus on you repeatedly before his gaze returns to your face.

This time it’s his turn to gulp.

“So are you gonna tell me the truth or do I have to get it out of you?”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Your pulse quickens at his words. Your face flushes red.

It seems like you’re officially and royally fucked.

“Jaebum what are you-”

“Well, seems to me like you have chosen the second option…” he whispers, his voice gruff, giving you no time to actually reply. He lowers himself on top of you, his chest barely against yours.

Your mind goes into overdrive. What the hell is going on? Is this a dream?

“Do you really think I haven’t noticed the way you act around me lately? You lose your words almost every day…”

“Th-th-that’s not true-” you try to defend yourself. But who are you kidding? This time it’s obvious.

“You refuse to look me in the eyes when I talk to you-”

“I-I don’t know what you mean-” you reply, as your eyes rest on the ceiling instead of him.

“You’re all tense and uncomfortable around me even in situations where you weren’t before-”

“Okay, okay I get it!” you claim loudly as you try to push him away. Unsuccessfully that is.

Jaebum tilts his head curiously, his eyes burning yours. Shallow breaths leave your lips at the image of him above you. There is a subtle dark glint in his eyes, which causes chills to come through you. He looks dark and addicting, like a deep, dark river that calls you to lose yourself in it, and you do even though you’ll ultimately drown.

“So?” he whispers lowly.

You huff. “Since you have it all figured out, why don’t you tell me instead?” you cross your hands defensively on your chest trying to play it cool when in reality you’re one step away from going completely mad.

But you feel your confidence slowly building up in time. His reactions make it so. It’s as if he’s testing you and he wants you to react this way. You realize there’s more to the situation you haven’t seen before.

Maybe he likes you back.

Jaebum gives you a dark smirk, as his hand pushes some strands of hair behind your ear. “Let me propose something else…” he mutters in thought.

“What about I do something and I figure it out from your reaction to it?” his mystical words confuse you even more, as he waits for your response. The air is thick with unsaid emotions as you continue to stare into each other’s eyes.

When you nod it only takes him a second to smirk again, and then you feel his lips softly brush yours, unsure, testing. But when your lips start moving against him, a sense of confidence rushes through him and he presses himself closer to you. You tangle your hands in his locks to encourage him.

It feels like your heart just exploded. Jaebum is kissing you and you’re kissing him back. What you wanted for so long is finally happening and you can barely wrap your head around it.

This is not a dream. It’s real. It’s really happening.

You feel like you’re flying.

Soon the kiss becomes more heated and you find it difficult to breathe, so you break the kiss to regain your breath. Your faces stay pretty close to each other even though you’re not kissing, and your heavy breaths mingle, as you stare into each other’s lips.

God, you really hope this isn’t a dream.

“Well, I guess I was right then. You like me,” he speaks breathlessly.

And then you see the warmest, most sincere smile taking over his lips. Your eyes move to his and you see them full of excitement and hope. They are sparking. His face, a face of pure joy. He looks more beautiful than ever.

You feel your cheeks heat again, as you can do nothing but stare dreamily at his eyes.

Jaebum chuckles, the sound perfect to your ears. “God look at you, you’re blushing” he whispers in a teasing but affectionate tone.

At his words, you blush even harder and lose your train of thought, which result in you, opening and closing your mouth like a fish. How does he have that effect on you?

“Well, what did you expect me to do? Dance naked around the house?” you protest.

Jaebum pretends to think about it for a second. “Hmm, I wouldn’t say no to that”

You huff, feeling the atmosphere going back to normal. “Jerk…” you mumble teasingly with a smile. Jaebum smiles back and your heartbeat begins rising again.

“You love it though”

At this you freeze, your smile gradually disappearing from your face, while you stare at him with wide eyes. Was he..?

No. No, it couldn’t be.

As soon as Jaebum sees your reaction, his smile falters as he realizes his choice of words.

“Um, no, I - I didn’t mean it like that!” he says quickly and he struggles to continue. “It’s way too soon! Not that I mind or anything, I mean if you do that’s fine by me! Wait no that didn’t come out right, I mean I’ve been waiting for this since high school so if you do, god please tell me that you do, I’d like to know, why am I talking this much-”

You silence his ongoing rant with a kiss, and this time you’re the one that’s taken him by surprise.

When you move away to see his reaction, he’s still frozen with an expression of panic, only now his eyes are glued to you. God, he’s so cute.

“I do, by the way…” you mutter shyly, smiling softly at him.

He blinks at you and then his face reddens. He’s embarrassed. Oh my god, Jaebum is embarrassed because of you.

Are we sure this is not a dream? Cause if it is, I don’t wanna wake up.

“Oh, um…” he replies, shyly, looking anywhere but you as he rubs the back of his neck. “I-I-I do too…” he whispers while hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

You feel like you’re gonna burst with happiness. Jaebum likes you back. No, he loves you too. And he even said he’s been waiting since high school. Is this what bliss feels like? You find it impossible to keep a straight face and you smile.

You giggle softly, as your fingers stroke his hair in tender motions.

“Why are you laughing…?” he mumbles against your neck and you can almost see his pouty face in your mind.

You bite your lower lip to refrain from laughing again, but you can’t help the smile that seems glued to your face by now.

“Nothing, I just… It feels surreal…” you whisper to his ear, as you keep on brushing your fingers through his hair.

He snorts lightly. “Tell me about it. It feels like my high school self is gonna have a heart attack”

There it is again.

You move to the side slightly to look at him better.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, suddenly anxious but excited for his answer.

His eyes find yours and he gulps. His face looks like that of a child when it’s confessing to its crush, a similar situation to yours.

It’s adorable.

“I mean… I’ve - I’ve liked you since high school…”

Your smile widens even more.

“Then I think we’re both stupid for waiting that long since I’ve liked you since high school too”

When you say that, the brightness in his eyes can rival that of the sun.

And his smile is the most beautiful thing you’ve seen.

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.

You ended up talking till 3 am and it wasn’t at all weird. It felt natural like it did before, only now both of you know about the feelings each other has and embracing them.

Jaebum explained to you, that he always wakes up before you, due to his situation down there, cause he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. But when that event took place two weeks ago, he was slightly awake when he realized you had hidden under the covers. That’s why he decided to act now. Even though he never was completely certain you felt the same, he could only hope. And when he saw your reaction to him, today, it was like a gentle push for him to act.

After some time you began feeling sleepy so you fell asleep having Jaebum’s arms secured around you.

It is one of the best nights of sleep you ever had.

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You wake up the next morning, by the soft rays of sunshine that peek through the blinds.

You blink slowly, as you take in the picture of Jaebum’s room, bathing into the soft morning light, a feeling of coziness and softness floating in the air.

And when you turn around and see Jaebum peacefully sleeping next to you, with his hands around your waist, you’re sure you know what bliss is.

You smile at yourself as you brush your fingers through his hair that fall in front of his eyes.

Jaebum stirs in his sleep and then he’s waking up with a yawn. His eyes are dazed by sleep but then they focus on you and he smiles drowsily.

“Hey…” he mumbles, his voice rough from sleep. Did he have to sound so sultry first thing in the morning?

“Hey…” you shift closer to him and kiss his cheek gently.

He’s still a little sleepy but he smiles wider when your lips touch his skin.

“How did you sleep?” he asks.

“Great. And you?”

He smiles again. “Perfect. Like a baby”

You exhale through your nose, as one side of your lips quirks up.

You lay there, side by side, blissfully staring into each other’s eyes, basking in each other’s presence.

Jaebum brushes your hair behind your ear lovingly then he moves closer to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

You keep him there, as your hands travel to his neck to push him against you. His lips lazily caress yours, as he slowly turns you on your back and he hovers above you.

Your hands move to the nape of his neck, tangling through his locks, as he languidly opens your mouth with his tongue. You let him taste you, as you let a soft moan escape your lips.

Then his mouth moves to the skin of your neck, planting kisses and soft bites, while his hands begin wandering up your thighs and they reach the hem of your shirt.

When he delivers a particularly rough bite on your neck, you gasp at the sensation.

“Jaebum…” you sigh in pleasure.

“God, I could hear you say my name every day for the rest of my life…” he whispers against your neck and he resumes in leaving blue and purple marks all over your skin.

“Do you know how difficult it was not to kiss you right then and there when you walked out of the bathroom, wearing my t-shirt?” he demands, as his fingers slowly push the fabric upwards.

You don’t answer, too absorbed on the feeling of his lips his fingers on your body.

“Jaebum…” you moan again.

He continues leaving soft kisses on your skin while he answers. “What is it?”

You take a breath. “Take your shirt off…”

You feel him smirking against you and then he moves to obey your command.

He takes off his white t-shirt and while he throws it on the other side of the room, leaving him with a pair of black shorts on, your eyes pry on his upper body. His muscles are well defined but not in a buff kind of way, but just enough to have your thighs rubbing together.

Then he lowers himself on top of you once more, his hands resting on either side of your body. “What next, princess?”

Again that nickname has a special effect on you and you feel your panties getting damper.

“Take off my shirt”

At your words, he smirks again and he lowers his head to the area above your panties, where a small patch of skin is visible. He pushes again the fabric upwards, but slowly, as he leaves tender kisses on your skin, and you breathe heavily.

He takes his time. This isn’t about rushing. He wants to do this right.

When the hem of your shirt reaches the skin before your breasts, Jaebum takes it off at once and throws it to the other side of the room, to keep company with his shirt.

And the moment he looks down at your chest he curses.

“Fuck” he grumbles. “Were you not wearing a bra? Do you want to kill me?” he says before lowering his mouth to your breast and taking one nipple into his lips.

You gasp again at the sensation, while his tongue leaves a wet trail around the buds, making you shiver every time he blows on it.

His hand begins moving down to your tummy and then follow the line of your underwear. You suck in a breath, waiting for the moment his fingers will touch you and when he caresses your folds through the fabric, even though the motion is minuscule, you clench.

And when his fingers finally take off your underwear and he places one finger inside you, you almost cry out loud.

His lips find yours in a lazy kiss, as his finger moves inside you slowly. God, this is too much, you think as he adds a second finger.

You moan his name against his lips as the pleasure begins to build. He continues pushing his digits in and out of you, in a leisured fashion, but that’s only showing he’s taking his time with you. A thought that weirdly turns you on even more.

“Jaebum, I… I’m gonna-” you say through short, shallow breaths as you feel your orgasm nearing. But then Jaebum retracts his fingers from you while kissing you again.

“No, not like this… I want to be inside you…” he whispers, the sound sensual to your ears and then he moves to take off his shorts. When he’s left only with his boxers on, you notice the obvious tent in his briefs and your mouth waters.

You move your fingers to his hips, to help him get rid of them and when he’s finally free from his confinements, his cock springs out, resting against his stomach. He’s so hard it almost looks painful, a drop of precum leaking from the tip.

You begin reaching for his cock when he stops you again. “No… We’ll have plenty of time… Right now I need to feel you…” he says softly and he reaches for a condom from his drawers.

As soon as he brings it out, you take it from his hands, ripping the foil wrapper off. You roll it on his length carefully, and as you stroke him slowly, Jaebum sighs in content, his head hang low above yours.

He moves closer to you, his chest barely touching yours, as you guide his tip to your entrance.

And with a deep breath, Jaebum suddenly moves, stretching you as he’s buried deep inside you.

You gasp loudly, as your hands grab on his shoulders, and unsteady breaths leave your lips, at the feeling of him filling you up.

Jaebum breathes against the crook of your neck before speaking.

“Are you okay?”

You nod quickly, with eyes closed, as your hands clutch harder at his skin.

“Yes. Just move please” you whisper weakly.

Then Jaebum starts rolling his hips lazily, as one of his hands rest on one side of you for support while the other intertwines with your fingers.

The pleasure is too much. You’re feeling it building inside you with every move, every lazy thrust, every adoring look, every breathy moan. Never in your wildest dreams have you imagined this would happen, but now that it is you can’t be more content. More complete.

As Jaebum continues thrusting lazily into you, his groans match to your moans of pleasure. And the sounds he makes in combination with his tip brushing your g-spot over and over again, make you feel as you’re about to explode, digging your nails deeper into his skin.

He never picks up the pace, and that doesn’t bother you at all. The way he moves, the way he looks at you with an intimate passion are enough for you to feel satisfied.

And after a while, when his thrusts have turned sloppier, one last thrust has you unraveling before him.

You orgasm with a loud cry of his name, as your nails graze his back, roughly, marks surely left behind. Jaebum hisses at the feeling but it only adds to his own pleasure and soon after he cums with a loud moan.

Then he stops moving, as the two of you breathe heavily against each other. You lay there for a moment trying to catch your breaths before Jaebum places a kiss on your forehead. Then he gets up to throw away the condom and he returns with a wet towel to clean you up.

All the while asking how you’re doing.

“Are you okay?” he asks again, as he leaves the towel on the floor and he climbs back to the bed.

You laugh lightly at his concern. “I’m more than okay…” you say, tiredly as his arms wrap around your frame to push you to him, both of you laying on your sides.

“Can we go back to sleep for another hour?” you mumble, sleepily as you look at him through your eyelashes.

The look Jaebum gives you is nothing short of loving and he smiles again.

That stunning smile that makes you weak and serves as a reminder of why you fell in love with him.

“Whatever you want princess,” he says, repeating his teasing words from before.

And, while before you kept thinking this might be a dream, you’re sure now it isn’t.

No dream can bring you this much happiness.

that was it! please tell me what you think about this!! thank you loves!

[got7imaginations]

I Wish Part 3

Summary: You are dealing with the after math of your break up with Jaebum, and it’s not what you expected. You find yourself at Bambam’s birthday party and have to deal with seeing people again for the first time since the breakup.

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I stand in front of Bambam’s front door, listening to the sounds of the party going on inside. The only thing that prevents me from running back home is the fact that I cherish Bambam and it’s his birthday. But I don’t want to be here. Jaebum never responded to my text about whether he was coming to Bambam’s party or not. Typical. Why did he even bother messaging me if he wasn’t planning on messaging me back? I feel so frustrated, angry, betrayed, and hurt all at the same time. I’m not sure if Jaebum is trying to mess with me as some kind of twisted revenge, but it bothers me. I cared about him. I still care about him, and yet he can’t even give me the simplest curtesy of responding to a text message. Right now I hate him for having so much power over me, and I’m afraid I’ll run into him at the party. I have no choice though.

My hand is knocking at the door before I change my mind. I wait a moment, but there’s no response. My guess is no one can hear me over the booming music. I reach for the door handle, and the door swings right open. Instantly, I feel like I’m in a night club. The music is blaring, the regular lights are turned off and replaced with multi-colored flashing ones, and there are so many people that I’m not sure how to maneuver through everyone. I wiggle my way across the dance floor, trying to find someone who I recognize. I had no idea Bambam had this many friends, but I wasn’t surprised either. He is a very social person.

Finally a friendly face comes into view. I see Jackson chowing down by the snack table and instantly move towards him. The crowd lessens the closer I get. I guess more people care about dancing than food.

“Jackson!” I call out, relieved to have someone to get me out of my head.

Jackson turns, mouth full of chips. His face lights up and he quickly swallows the food in his mouth. “Hey! I’m so happy to see you!” He wraps me in a hug a holds me a little too tightly. Something tells me he’s been worried about you. He finally releases me, allowing me to breathe again. “I wasn’t sure if you would make it to be honest.” Jackson’s tone changed and he looked at the floor. “How are you doing?”

That question was one of the many reasons I debated about not coming to the party. I knew people would just be worried about me and want to talk about the break up, but that’s the last thing I want to do. “I’m fine.” I put on my best smile, but it feels fake even to me. “I had to come wish Bambam a happy birthday, and I really wanted the distraction.” I hope Jackson gets the hint and changes the subject.

Jackson smiles, but it doesn’t hide his worry. “Well I’m glad you were able to make it. Chip?” He holds the bowl out to me.

I shake my head. “Not hungry.” In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I was hungry. “Where’s Bambam? I want to say hi. I’m not sure how long I’ll stick around.”

Jackson frowns a little. “I think I saw him in the kitchen last, hitting on some chick.”

“Thanks. It was good seeing you, Jackson. I’ll try to find you before I leave.” I give Jackson another hug, but this time I don’t mind how long it lasts. It felt good to be in someone’s arms again, even a friend’s.

I wave to Jackson as I leave. Pushing through the crowd again, I slowly make my way towards the kitchen. I make it inside, and I’m relieved for the muffled sounds and normal lights. The kitchen is definitely not the main party area, but it’s more my style. I look around, and it’s empty, except for someone sticking their head in the fridge. It’s not Bambam though. His legs aren’t skinny enough to be Bambam’s.

The man pulls his head out of the fridge, and I instantly recognize him. “Jinyoungie!”

Jinyoung looks confused for a moment, but then his face brightens. He sets down the drink in his hand and pulls me into a big hug, swinging me around. “I’m so happy to see you! I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”

“Me neither, honestly.” My eyes drop to the ground.

“Well, I’m glad you did. Do you want something to drink?” Jinyoung holds out the bottle he originally grabbed for himself.

I stare at it a moment. I’m not in a big drinking mood, but maybe it would help me have a little fun. “Sure.” I take the bottle from Jinyoung, and he grabs another one for himself.

“So how have you been?” He leaned against the counter.

I followed suit, feeling a little weak just standing on my own. “I’ve been better.” I look down into the glass bottle before taking a large gulp of it.

“You know if you need anything, I’m just a call or text away, right?” Jinyoung pulls his lips tight.

“I know.” Jinyoung is a friend I can always rely on, and I definitely knew that.

“Have you been sleeping?” I can feel him studying my face, but I avoid eye contact.

I debate about lying, but I’m sure my face would give me away. “Not really.” I take another long drink think back about my dreams. I feel my mood dropping and try to fix it by drinking the rest of my drink.

“Hey, slow down a little.” There’s concern in Jinyoung’s voice, but it’s different than Jackson’s. Jinyoung’s is layered with a sense of empathy.

I set the bottle on the counter. “I should probably get going. Do you know where Bambam is? I want to say hi to him before I go.”

“I think I saw him go outside.” Jinyoung gestured towards the back door. Then he added. “If you need a ride home, let me know. I don’t want you driving if you’re too tired.”

“I’ll be okay, but thank you.” I smile to reassure him, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work. “I’ll see you later.”

I set the bottle on the counter and move towards the back door. I want to leave before I run into danger. I open the door and peer into the darkness. I see two figures and figure that must be Bambam and the girl Jackson mentioned earlier. I move closer to get a better look, but then I freeze. I hear a laugh and recognize it too well. My heart starts racing, and suddenly I feel like I’m in a bad dream. I can see the figures clearly now, and Jaebum is hovering over a girl, tucking her hair behind her ear. He leans in closer, and I feel my chest tighten. I can’t breathe and everything hurts. A part of me wonders if this is what it feels like to have a heart attack?

My body senses the danger and knows there’s an urgency to get myself out of here. I run back into the house, practically hyperventilating. I have to get out of here. I have to run. I hear someone call my name, but it feels like it came from another world. I push through the crowd of people, getting to the front door much faster than I entered. I burst through the door, and tears burst from my eyes. I can’t see anything.

My foot catches something, and I crash to the ground. I can’t do this. I can’t breathe. I just can’t. How could he do this to me? We broke up a week ago, and he’s already moving on? Did I really mean that little to him? I hear my name called again, but I don’t care. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens even more. I feel horrible in every way, and I don’t know what to do. Jaebum, how can you do this to me? I loved you.

Part 4