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[lovelettersbyj]

Jealousy Is The Best Flavor

Inspired by 100 Ways by Jackson Wang.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87VRaM5_bAE

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader.

Word Count: 1,944.

A/N: When I first became an ahgase this music video had me in a CHOKEHOLD. I had to write about it, Jackson is just too beautiful of a human being not to be a muse. Also, I work in film / on film sets so some mentions of working on music video sets for context.

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‘Shit, I did this wrong’. I thought to myself, flipping my pencil and erasing the math equation I thought I had just finished, frustratingly ending up right back where I had started.

It was my last year in University, and due to a fluke from when I had transferred schools, if I didn’t take the final level of math, I wouldn't be able to graduate. At first I brushed it off, wanting to focus on my major classes. A slightly concerned email from a compassionate school advisor reminded me of the looming problem that was this math course, and without any other options, I had no choice but to buckle up and deal with one of the most devastating school subjects: calculus.

My phone that was plugged into its charger vibrated once, and my eyes darted to the screen in hopes of being a text from my boyfriend. Unfortunately for me, it was a reminder I had set to feed my cat.

Sighing, I got up from my kitchen table, grabbing the small plastic container of dry cat food, giving it a good shake. Following in our routine, my solid black kitten hopped up on the counter, meowing loudly as I poured his food into his ceramic dish.

“Hi baby,” I cooed, using my thumb and pointer finger to rub small circles behind my kitten’s ear. He simply ignored me, continuing to munch on his nightly feast. A buzz from my phone once again grabbed my focus, and I hurried over to see if it was him.

‘Jackson: hi babe. rehearsals ran late again. i’ll come over soon.’

My heart lurched in my chest, and I unplugged my phone to text him back.

‘Y/n: it’s okay! just get that cute butt over here’

Chuckling at my ridiculous response I set my phone down, running a hand through my hair as the messy mix of calculus notes, homework and a thick textbook sprawled out on my kitchen table reminded me why I was so stressed. I took my seat once again, flipping the pencil through my fingers as I went back to the problem I was previously working on.

I was never one for math, and I made a point to stay away from it as much as possible. When the looming stress of having to deal with another math class had first altered my mood a few months ago, Jackson took clear notice. Even with his busy schedules; balancing his time between GOT7, forming Team Wang, and writing his new music, he made sure to sit down with me one night and calm me down. I always felt bad when he shifted his attention towards me; I knew he had more pressing matters clouding his thoughts that deserved his full attention. Even with JYPE prohibiting the guys from dating anyone while under contract, Jackson sneakily always found time, and a way, to see me whenever he could. I tried my best to show him I was okay during times of quiet panic but Jackson read right through me. He would always come over, even turning his phone off and demanding a quiet night in bed. I was thankful for his support, and I tried my best to reciprocate.

However, this past month was different. Jackson had released two new singles, ‘100 Ways’ and ‘Pretty Please’. Suddenly, his music presence grew substantially, receiving much more attention all across the globe. As excited as I was for him, I knew he was only going to get substantially more occupied, needing to continue to propel his name and music forward. So while Jackson’s been spending his days in the office, and nights in rehearsals for his new music videos, I’ve been at my apartment… studying calculus.

The minutes dragged on like molasses, my eyes physically straining to focus on the pages of work in front of me. My head rested on the palm of my hand, but as my eyes began to droop shut, I lowered my head onto the thick textbook on my right and dozed off.

—————

A soft, fuzzy material suddenly covered my body, the warmth and comfort waking me from my nap. An equally exhausted Jackson smiled at me, and realizing I wasn’t dreaming, I stood up in a flurry and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pressing myself against his large body as much as I possibly could. Burying my head into his neck, I breathed in the combination of cologne and sweat as yet another reassurance that he truly was back.

He chuckled at my reaction, “Hmm I don’t think you missed me too much.”

I hopped down, taking a step back to steady myself, “I thought you’d be too tired to come over.”

Walking over to the kitchen, I poured some water into his favorite mug I owned and placed it in the microwave, heating it up. Usually Jackson’s too stubborn to eat a full meal after a busy day of rehearsals, but a cup of tea turned into his go-to before bed. I rested my elbows on the counter, watching as he scooped my kitty into his big arms and cuddled with him.

“Nah, I wanted to come see you. I remember you mentioned you had an exam coming up, so I wanted to make sure you were okay…” His voice trailed off as he glanced over at my kitchen table, then back at me. “I’m glad I came.”

“Ha,” I stuck my tongue out at him, then going over to the microwave as it beeped, “I’ve been going over the study guide all week. If I see one more calc equation I think my brain is going to melt.”

Jackson set my cat back on the ground, and he scampered over to his spot on the couch. Walking over into my small kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of honey and a spoon as I handed him the mug.

“Thank you.” He said softly, kissing me once on the forehead as he continued on to prepare his drink, “You just need a break. You’ve been working so hard, let your brain relax.”

I propped myself up on the counter, crossing my legs and letting them dangle as he leaned attractively against the counter I was sitting on. Effortlessly attractive, might I add.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, “Relax? How do you suggest I do that?”

Jackson was silent for a moment, then his face lit up, “Come with me to my shoot tomorrow. You’ll be on set again, and you’ll get to see what I’ve been rehearsing.��� He smiled cheekily, wanting me to be there as his personal cheerleader. Which I would easily do in a heartbeat… if it wasn’t for the exam.

I sighed, shifting my gaze to the faded gray wood that lined my kitchen floor, “I don’t know, Jackson… I should keep studying.”

I felt my body beginning to get hot, my palms getting clammy at the thought of having to take my exam next week. I subconsciously began to crack each of the knuckles of my fingers; Jackson noting this and immediately recognizing I was beginning to mentally spiral.

“Hey,” He set his mug down, grabbing both my hands in his, “Baby, you need to give yourself a break. If you overwork yourself you’ll crash, and I don’t want to see you so burnt out again.”

The pleading look in his big brown eyes lowered my guard. Only once before over the course of our relationship had Jackson ever witnessed when I had a mental break. It was when I was first beginning to work for a TV show, and I had about a two week period that were consistently overnight shoots. Every early morning I’d get home and crash on the first soft surface that I could find. In the beginning I was able to at least make it to my bed, but when Jackson woke up one morning and found me sound asleep on the carpet in the living room, he had persuaded me to drop the show to get my sleeping schedule in order and helped me find other stable work.

He continued to stare directly into my eyes, hoping for some sort of sign that his worried pleas would change my mind. And as always, they did.

“Fine.” I gave in. “But only because I’m itching to get back on set again.” I admitted; I couldn’t even remember the last time I was on a professional set since my studies started back up again.

Jackson’s boyish grin extended across his face, and he squished my face in between his big hands as he pressed his lips onto mine, “Yes! You’re going to love it.”

A few months prior Jackson had released a song called ‘100 Ways’. He had been obsessively busy in the recording studio, working late into the night to perfect his new sound. BamBam had only heard a few of the lyrics, but was quick to tell me when he couldn’t help but connect the dots. ‘They’re definitely about you’ He had bragged to me over our bi-monthly ramen dinners, ‘Jackson’s crazy about you’. There was apparently another song he was releasing as well, but when it came to his music, Jackson was so ominous that he’d never let me hear anything until he was sure it was finished. I didn’t mind the secrecy, I had quickly learned how much of a perfectionist he was and would be frustrated with himself if he thought even for a second I didn’t like his new songs if they weren't completely ready— even though I always loved everything he’s written. Perhaps except Papillon.

I hopped off the counter, slugging my way over to the kitchen table full of the calculus mess as Jackson finished his tea. While he quickly washed his mug and left it to dry I tried my best to reorganize my notes, leaving the table somewhat better than the way I had previously left it.

“I am going to take a shower,” Jackson cooed, pressing his large body up against mine, putting his arms around my waist from behind and softly nibbling my earlobe, “And you should join me.”

I set my hands on top of his, interlocking our fingers but ultimately unwrapping his hold on me, “I am way too tired tonight.” I placed a hand on his left cheek, leaning up and giving his right one a quick peck, “But I’ll be in bed.”

Jackson’s eyebrows furrowed, his lips pouting out in disappointment. He sulked behind me as we both made our way into my bedroom, Jackson continuing to the bathroom as I let my body crash onto the mattress in the center of the room. The door of the bathroom closed a little louder than I expected, slightly jolting me. I figured it was nothing, and continued my nightly routine. Loungewear, off. Jackson’s t-shirt, on. I crawled under my dark gray covers, pulling the blanket half way up as I clung onto my pillow and buried my face into it. The soft hum of the shower water running served as the perfect lull as the stress and exhaustion from today slowly faded.

After a few minutes the door finally creaked open, and I turned my head to watch as a slightly damp-haired Jackson silently made his way into the bedroom, sliding on only a clean pair of boxers. Avoiding eye contact with me, he placed the towel on the rack in the bathroom, and walked back out once more, clicking the light off and laying beside me. His back was turned towards me, and not even a simple ‘goodnight’ escaped him.

He was angry.

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No hate for Papillon HAHAHA I just love how much the rest of the guys clown him for it. Also.... this is definitely a part one! Want to see how many of you like it and want more?! Let me know! 

[yugfics]

Caught Making Out - all members

~ mark ~ The both of you were sitting on beanbags in front of the tv, playing games. You'd initially started playing with some of the other members, but when you and Mark played together, all that existed was each other and it was a never ending competition. Eventually everyone'd just given up and left you two to it.

Neither of you minded, though, because you loved being in each other's company. The words win and lose flashed onto the screen in red and blue respectively, and you dropped your controller, smiling at your boyfriend. "Ha! You owe me an ice cream," you told him.

He shook his head sadly and looked at you, pouting. You giggled, giving him a quick kiss. "Cutie,"

He pulled you back towards him, kissing you deeper. It only lasted for a few moments, though, because you were interrupted. "Hey, do you guys-" BamBam stopped abruptly, noticing what was happening. "EeEeeeEewwWW," he said, before turning around and leaving, trying to erase the image from his mind. You both laughed.

~ jaebeom ~ It was already nearly 12am and your boyfriend still hadn't finished in his studio. You decided to pay him a visit. Walking past the doors of the other members before reaching his, you entered. "Hey,"

"Mm, hi," he barely replied, glancing at you before returning to his work. Feeling somewhat ignored, you sat on the small couch behind him, boredly staring at the back of his head. "Will you be long?"

"Sorry, I..." he hesitated for a few moments, looking back at you before getting up. "I'll take a break, then,". You smiled, scooting over a bit as he sat next to you. "Couldn't sleep?"

You shook your head. "I missed you," you replied, earning a smile from him. "I'm sorry for being busy,"

"You can make it up to me..." you said quietly, leaning closer to him. There was silence for a few moments as you both just gazed into each other's eyes, before the distance closed and his lips met yours.

Forgetting that door was slightly ajar, all that existed was the both of you, before you were interrupted by Jinyoung entering the room. "Jaeb-"

You both parted, eyes darting to Jinyoung as he closed his eyes briefly and let out a sigh. "Close the door next time," he advised, before exiting and doing so.

~ jackson ~ All 8 you were sitting in the living room, watching the second movie of the night. You sat next to Jackson, snuggled up to him at the far end of the couch, his arm around you and the both of you sharing a blanket. The way you were sitting was really comfortable, and you felt your eyes beginning to droop.

"Are you feeling sleepy?" your boyfriend asked, his voice low. You nodded your head, sitting up straighter and focusing on the movie. "I want to see how this ends first, though. Keep me awake,"

He moved closer to you as you focused on the tv screen, replying softly: "Sure,". For some reason you felt like there was something else he was implying, but you continued watching. Until he planted a kiss on your neck. Blushing and slightly surprised, you scolded him quietly. "Jackson...!"

"You told me to keep you awake," he replied, with a playful smile before doing it again. You giggled. "I didn't mean- Jackson... stop it tickles,"

Of course he didn't, and as you continued to embarrassedly fight his kisses, you hoped none of the other members would notice the both of you.

"Jackson," you begged, tiredly. "I want to watch,"

He smiled again. "At least you're awake now,"

You gave a sigh, though there was a smile on your face, and continued to watch the movie. Around 10 minutes later, you noticed he was looking at you. Flustered, your eyes met his. "Yes?"

He sat up and leaned closer, like he was going to say something serious. "You're pretty,". Face turning red, your eyes didn't leave his as you searched for something to say. Seeing you speechless, he brought his lips to yours, and all thoughts of the movie left you.

The other members definitely noticed. Yugyeom whispered to Jinyoung. “Are they-” “Yes,”. By now they were already used to you and Jackson's antics, so they tried to watch their movie in peace.

~ jinyoung ~ You'd slipped earlier that day, on some spilled water you hadn't noticed in the kitchen, hurting your ankle. Now you sat on your boyfriend's bed in his room in GOT7's dorm, listening to all the commotion outside as they arranged to take you to the hospital.

Your leg lay on top of a few pillows, cared for as much as possible by Jinyoung even after you insisted (half-heartedly) that it didn't hurt that bad. The door opened and your boyfriend entered the room, a cup of water in his hand. He sat next to you, obvious concern on his face. "Does it still hurt?"

"Not when I move," you replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

He nodded. "We'll take you to the hospital in a few minutes," he told you, handing you the cup of water.

Taking it from him, you brought it to your lips, drinking it as he held your hand thoughtfully.

Putting the cup on the nightstand, you sat up, squeezing his hand and causing him to look at you. "I'm lucky to have you, you know?"

He smiled. "I'm lucky to have you too,"

You placed a small kiss on his lips, causing him to blush slightly. "You looked cute," you explained. He reached out, tucking a few loose hairs behind your ear affectionately. "I love you,"

"I love you too," you replied, noticing the way his eyes darted to your lips. Smiling, you pulled him towards you and kissed him. Not wanting you to pull away, he deepened it, and your arms snaked around his neck.

Then Yugyeom appeared in the doorway. "Hyung, the-". The both of you pulled away from each other, but he'd already seen what was happening. He blushed. "HyyUUnggg oh my god," he turned around, embarrassed, and began to leave. "We're ready to go if you're... done," he said, refusing to look at the both of you, before closing the door.

~ youngjae ~ You and Youngjae weren't really the PDA type of couple. Majority of your affection was shown in private, and you mostly just held hands when you were outside, or cuddled a bit when you were with the other members. You now sat on his lap as he sat cross-legged on the floor of the dance practice room, your head resting on his shoulder as he drank water.

He'd been doing some extra practicing by himself before you convinced him to take a break. "You're overworking yourself,"

"I need to get it right,"

"You got it perfect the last 20 times!"

He chuckled and gave you a peck on your cheek. "Thank you,"

Sitting up, you turned around so you were facing him, both your legs at his sides. You smiled. "I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Not really knowing why you wanted to, you met his lips momentarily, earning a somewhat shy smile from him. "What was that for?". You shrugged, smiling back. "I just felt like it,"

He pulled you closer to him than you already were, his hands on your waist before kissing you again. This time it lasted longer, and soon the both of you had almost completely forgotten where you were. It felt like you suddenly had millions more nerve endings, his fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin, jumbling your thoughts.

You almost didn't notice when Jackson entered the room. Getting off your boyfriend's lap slightly breathlessly, Jackson realised what was happening.

He smiled. "Sorry to interrupt, don't mind me, I'm just getting my water bottle," he walked across the room, picking up the bottle in question, giving the both of you a small wave before leaving.

Silence ensued before Youngjae leaned towards you, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine. "Let's go to my room,"

~ bambam ~ The wind rustled leaves and played with strands of your hair as you walked in the park with your boyfriend and his friends. They'd been practicing a lot the past few days, and you decided you should all go and get some fresh air.

Bambam held your hand as you walked in silence a little way in front of the others, before suddenly pulling you with him off the path.

"Bam...! Where-,"

"Somewhere," he replied, bringing you around some trees and into an area of the park you hadn't been to before. It was really pretty, with flowers on the bushes surrounding and on some trees above.

"Wow," you said, quietly, looking around.

"I found it a week ago and knew I wanted to bring you here," he explained, smiling, removing his hand from yours and slipping his arm around your waist.

"Thanks. It's beautiful,"

"Like someone I know,"

"Really?" you asked, pretending to be confused. "Is there someone I should know about?"

He laughed softly, turning you to face him and pulling you closer. "Yes. She's standing in front of me right now,"

Smiling and blushing, you gave him a quick kiss before he returned it, and it was like the both of you were in your own personal bubble, before it popped.

The other members found your hiding spot, resulting in them stumbling upon the both of you standing in the middle of it.

"Oh my god," "Get a rOOm,"

~ yugyeom ~ He tried to keep his eyes off you as you intently watched the movie on the television. You had stolen his sweatshirt earlier that day, and Yugyeom tried not to be affected too much by the way it looked on you, but his efforts did nothing to calm him down.

*** Yugyeom carried you in his arms and back towards his bedroom because you'd begun to fall asleep. Your protests didn't stop him, though, because he didn't want you to be tired the next morning.

You both sat next to each other in the dark room. "I'm not even that sleepy," you told him.

"We're getting up early tomorrow, remember?"

"I'm not a kid," you replied, looking away from him. You heard him sigh and there were a few moments of silence. "Are you mad at me?"

You reluctantly shook your head and turned back to him. "Not really. I'm glad to have such a caring boyfriend,". He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you onto his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder. "You... you look really cute in my shirt,"

You giggled and he could feel the sound through your back. It made him blush. "That's why you couldn't stop looking at meeee?"

"Mhmm," he replied. Suddenly feeling like teasing him, you had a cheeky smile on your face as you spoke. "Do you want to take it off?"

You felt him stiffen behind you before gripping your sides and pulling you back onto the bed, leaning towards you. "Only if you want me to," he replied, half-jokingly, to tease you back. 

Now you both had no idea who was serious and were both just staring at each other in the dark. Frustrated, you reached out, pulling him towards you, before your lips found his.

Your boyfriend was nearly hovering over you, and you were halfway lying on your back when you were both loudly interrupted by Bambam. “Gyeom where the heck is my-” he stopped in his tracks as Yugyeom let go of you and sat up.

 “What the-... everyone here needs holy water,” he ended, before stepping backwards and leaving the both of you to it.

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[dalamjisung]

messing with my head ❀ im jaebeom

word count: 6515

genre: hospital!au, fluff

pairing: neurosurgeon!jaebeom x baker!reader

description: he always care for everyone, but no once cares for him. until you show up. 

It’s a condition in which there is an over-accumulation of fluid in the brain… surgery for a shunt… potential brain damage… some complications can occur… if not, he’ll live a normal, happy life… timely surgery… fatal. 

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The day your little brother was born was the happiest day of your life. Eight years ago, little Taehyung gave you a sense of purpose. You were now a big sister– you had someone to love and protect. You had someone to teach, and someone to learn from. As a daughter, you might not have been the best; you rebelled and partied for a while; insisted on bad decision; hung out with the wrong people. But that all changed once you turned 16, and Taehyung turned one. You still remember the moment that the change happened. It was his birthday, and he looked as tiny as ever in his little overalls and fuzzy socks. Just as you were about to blow out the candles for him, he giggles and points his chubby finger at you.

“Y/N!” He screeches, laughter following. “Y/N! Y/N!”

Your mother looks at you, eyes wide and tearful. “That’s right, Taehyung-ie, that’s your noona, Y/N.”

“Y/N!” He screams again and wiggles out of your father’s grasp, crawling to you. 

You pick him up, hugging your little brother close. Tears fall on his head and you let out a gurgled laugh, allowing your parents to hug their children. After that day– the day that Taehyung’s first word was you,– you promised to be better. For your parents, for Taehyung, for yourself. It was time for improvement. You started looking for part-time jobs, stopped hanging out with those bad people, and only attended parties every once in a while. You were lucky your grades never slipped, so you kept up with your studies easily. 

One day, after school, you were walking back home with a friend when you passed by a small, white bakery. No name, no advertisement, nothing but a small we sell delicious baked goods! on the window.

“You go ahead,” You tell your friend as you walk to the bakery. “I’m gonna check this out.”

“I’ll go with you,” Hyejin says, smiling. “Moral support and all.”

Out of all your friends, Hyejin is the only one you knew to be real– she was unforgivingly herself, and you admired that a lot. She’s always been by your side, supporting you and calling you out on your shit. Her friendship is one you’ll never give up on. 

You two walk in, arm in arm, and initially you see no one, but then you hear a pained grunting from behind the counter and you lean over, looking at an elderly woman trying to carry a box that was visibly too have for her. 

“Let me help you, ma’am,” You smile, walking around the counter and easily picking the box up. “Where shall I put this?”

“Ah, thank you so much,” She says smiling, and once you notice how her eyes almost disappear under such bright and wide smile, you feel something inside of you telling that you belong in that place. “I’m getting too old for this…”

“Not at all,” You joke. “I just eat a lot, so I’m freakishly strong.”

She laughs at that and you already feel oddly fond of that woman. 

“You remind me a lot of my grandson, young lady,” She says and start moving around, grabbing things; first a plate, then a cup. “Sit over there, sweetie, I’ll get you and your friend something to eat.”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” Hyejin says, smiling kindly. 

“Please, let me do at least that,” She says, and you two sit down, keeping an eye in case she needed any more help. She brings you two pieces of cake and iced tea, and you are sure you saw stars when you took the first bite, humming in appreciation. “Ah, I’m going to miss this– the look on your faces just made my day…”

“Are you leaving, ma’am?” You ask frowning in disappointment. You had just found out about this place…

“Unfortunately, I might have to close the bakery,” She sighs, looking down at her feet. “I’ve been running this place for almost forty years, with some help here and there, but now I’m old, and I can’t do the things as fast and efficiently as I used to.”

“Have you been working here by yourself, ma’am?” Hyejin frowns.

“My grandson used to help me when he was in high school,” She smiles proudly. “I had to practically kick him out of here so that he’d go to college… but ever since, it’s been just me.” “Let me work here.”

The request comes out fast and strong and you think that’s what makes the owner consider, looking you up and down.

“And why would a young, beautiful girl like you want to work with an old woman like me?” She laughs, dusting her hands in her dress. “You should be enjoying your youth, little girl.”

“Done that already,” You smile, following after her with your used plates and cups. “I want to help my parents. I want to be a good daughter. And I want to be happy while doing so. Let me work here… please.”

“What makes you think you’ll be happy here? Look around you, sweetheart; this place is run down. Customers barely come, anymore, and all I have left are my recipes and good memories. I can’t pay you much, and it’s a very time consuming job, I don’t thi–”

“I don’t care about the pay,” You smile, leaning over the counter. “Ma’am, this place is incredible. My mother’s been backing ever since I was born, so I know a thing or two. I see how happy she is when she’s baking and I see how happy you look in here… I’m sorry if I sound crazy, but please. Let me work here. I can come everyday after school, and even before if you need help prepping ingredients and–”

She raises her hand, silencing you in the process. She has a stern face, observing you. Your smile falters.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble, suddenly embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to press you or disrespect you.”

“Crazy,” She says, squinting. “Might just be what I need… can you start tomorrow?”

And that’s how it all begun. 

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Seven years after that, you now manage Sweet Dreams alongside Ms. Im. At first, your parents were a little unsure about you working at the bakery, afraid that you’d not handle the weight of school and work very well, but you proved them wrong with each day that passed, improving not only your grades, but also helping out at the house. They refuse to let you help with expanses and told you to put all your paychecks in a saving account, so that you could go to college comfortably. You are now 23 and although you have plans for college one day, you just can’t seem to leave Ms. Im and the bakery behind. The amount of work you put into the place made it your home; you named it, painted it, fixed some of it. Ms. Im has been your mentor ever since you were sixteen and leaving her behind would be like leaving family– and you’d never leave your family. 

Especially not right now.

“How’s the little guy?” Ms. Im asks as you arrive, the sky outside still dark. You had to start prepping the ingredients and baked goods early in the morning, waking up before the sun and observing as it rises along with your cakes. 

“Sleeping a lot still,” You mumble, sounding as worried as you feel. “He complains about headaches all the time and he’s always sick… I’m really worried about him.”

“Are your parents working today?” Ms. Im asks just as you are about to put your apron on. 

“Yeah,” You sigh, suddenly getting a headache yourself. “He’s with grandpa right now, and we think that Advil has been helping, but we can’t keep pushing it much further… it’s been four days already.”

“Take that apron off,” Ms. Im demands and you do it without questioning. “We’re not opening the shop today.”

“What?” You shriek. “But Friday is one of our busiest days!”

“And one of the mellow days at the hospital,” She winks. “Let’s go, I’m driving you.”

“Ms. Im,” You follow her outside, shivering as you haven’t had the time to even put your jacket on. “I can take Taehyung myself, you don’t have to bother, really!”

“You walked into my shop seven years ago begging for a job,” Ms. Im says as she starts driving to your house. “Not only I gained a reliable worker, but I gained a daughter. Now stop complaining; Taehyung can’t see his sister freaking out like that.”

“Thank you,” You smile, wiping a few stray tears away. “Thank you so much.”

“No problem, dear,” She chuckles. “I promise it will be quick– if I’m not wrong, he’s still at the hospital doing an early shift.”

“Who?” You ask.

“My grandson.”

In seven years of working for Ms. Im, you are pretty sure you’ve heard about her grandson at least twice a day. She is incredibly proud of him; he went from a trouble maker to a very successful doctor, it’s all you remember. You are not sure what he does exactly, but you always noticed the tinge of sadness in her voice when she talked about him. In seven year, you heard about him everyday; but in seven years, you’ve never seen him at the shop. 

“Go get the kid,” Ms. Im says pulling up to your house. “I’ll wait here.”

You manage to not wake up you grandfather in the process, but you make sure to leave a note in the fridge telling him that you’re taking your brother to the hospital. 

“Where are we going?” Taehyung asks, groaning as you pick him up from his bed.

“Where going to the hospital, baby,” You say soothingly. “Remember how I went to see a nice doctor when I was in pain and then I felt good? I’m going to take you to see a nice doctor, too.”

“Okay,” Taehyung says and lays his head on your shoulder, drifting back to sleep. 

You text your parents from the car and you promise to keep them updated in case they have to go to the hospital too. Ms. Im parks the car and guides you through the maze that is the hospital, walking as if she owned the place. Some doctors stopped to say hello but she’d keep walking, marching with a purpose, almost. 

“Ms. Im,” You plead, looking around nervously. “We have to get in line, or maybe talk to a nurse, I don’t think we–“

“Ya!” She shouts, waving her small arms above her head and getting everyone’s attention. “Yugyeom!”

If you could hide, you would; but at the same time, you’d never been more thankful towards her, who’s done so much for you as it is. A tall doctor looks around, looking for the source of the ruckus, and he smiles widely when he sees her, jogging his way over. 

“Halmoni!” He shouts and hugs her tightly.

So this is him?, you think to yourself, holding Taehyung tightly against yourself. Is this the famous grandson?

“Y/N,” Ms. Im calls. “This is Yugyeom. Or Dr. Kim, as he is known around here. He is one of the best pediatricians in the city, so I am sure he can help. He’s friends with my boy.”

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you,” He smiles gently. “Who’s that little guy?”

“Oh!” As if you have just awaken from a trance, you bow to him as best as you can while holding your brother. “It’s nice to meet you too; I’m sorry for the sudden visit, Doctor, but–“

“Will the nice doctor help me?” Taehyung asks, looking at the tall man. 

“Yes, I will,” Yugyeom smiles. “What’s your name?”

“Taehyung,” He yawns, and then raises both his hands, putting down both his thumbs. “And I’m eight.”

“Ah, you’re a big guy already,” Dr. Kim says. “Follow me, please. We can talk better in my office.”

While Taehyung played with an alien stuffed doll, you explained the situation to Dr. Kim Yugyeom; your brother has been sleeping a lot these days, and complaining of headaches and dizziness. He’s been sick and crying and you are desperate. 

“Ah,” Dr. Kim’s face changes and he looks almost in pain. His brows are furrowed and he looks at Taehyung with worry. “Would you mind if I called a colleague here? I want a second opinion on something and he might have a better understanding of it than me…”

“Oh, yes, of course,” You mumble, hands fidgeting. 

Ms. Im stands by your side, and she puts a hand on top of yours, silently promising support. She’s been there for your first heartbreak; she’s been by your side through arguments, and fights, and birthdays, and celebrations. The fact that she is with you in that moment made things less hard; it made you believe that everything would be okay. 

“Excuse me,” Someone calls from the door. “Hello, I’m Dr. I–“

“Ya, Im Jaebeom, you ungrateful child!” Ms. Im shouts and you jump from your seat a little, surprised with the outburst. “Do I have to come all the way over here and bother your friends to finally see you?”

Ah, you think, holding a chuckle back. This is him. 

The man blinks, lost and confused, before smiling wide. That was the confirmation you needed– the way his eyes disappear under his wide smile was exactly the same as Ms. Im.

“Grandma!” He hugs her tight. “I’m sorry, halmoni, things have been crazy here in the hospital…”

“You could’ve called,” She pouts and hugs him back. “But we’ll talk about that another time. Dr. Kim called you here for another reason.”

“Is everything okay?” He asks, looking at his grandmother. “Are you eating properly? Do you have any joint pain? Backache?”

“I’m strong as a bull, child,” She laughs. “It’s Y/N that needs your help.”

You respectfully bow to him. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Im. I’m Y/N, and this is Taehyung.”

He looks at you and bows back. Dr. Im Jaebeom looks a little taken aback and you move uncomfortably under his gaze, bringing your brother closer. 

“So you are the crazy girl that my grandmother talks so much about,” He says, and there is a certain something in his voice that you just can’t seem to grasp– an edge that made you shiver. “What can I help you with?”

“It’s the boy,” Dr. Kim says in a soft voice. “He’s only eight and he’s been experiencing strong headaches. He sleeps a lot and is always dizzy and sick… all symptoms seem to add to hydrocephalus, but I wanted to consult with you before diagnosing him. Can you take a look?”

“Of course,” Dr. Im moves quickly and efficiently, crouching in front of Taehyung. “Hi there, buddy– would you mind if I touched your head really quick?”

The consultation goes by quick and you don’t understand any of it; they talk in medical terms and when they finally take the time to talk to you, your brother is already being admitted to the hospital. You numbly sign all the necessary paperwork and when you come back to your senses, you are standing outside of Taehyung’s room, and Dr. Im is moving his lips, but you can’t hear a thing.

“I’m sorry,” You sigh, frustrated. “Can you repeat that? I don’t know what happened, I just– I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

He frowns and you feel like hiding again. His gaze is burning on your skin and can only wonder how dumb he must think you are.

“Sure,” He clears hi throat. “Taehyung-ie has a condition called hydrocephalus, in which the over-accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid inside the skull causes pressure on the brain. This is why he is having headaches and dizziness. When did this start?”

“Around four days ago,” You choke on your words. “Is it dangerous? Can you treat him?”

“All conditions have potential to be dangerous, but you did good in bringing him here as early as you could,” Dr. Im says, nodding to himself. “Unfortunately, this is not something that just goes away with time, nor something that can be medicated. The only solution is surgery.”

“Surgery?” You whimper, letting your shoulders fall in defeat. “What is the success rates of this surgery, Doctor?”

“The shunt surgery has a higher success rate for children,” He explain carefully. “But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have risks. Because we will insert a shunt inside of him to help with the circulation of the fluid accumulated in his head, things like shunt failure or infection can happen, but that’s why we’ll keep him in the hospital for an observation period.”

You nod, processing everything he’s telling you. 

“Alright,” You whisper. “Okay. What are the next steps?”

“You’ll have to go to the Financial office to talk about the expenses,” As he talked, you could only fixate your eyes on the embroidery of his coat. Im Jaebeom. “We’ll schedule the surgery for tomorrow. The sooner we do this, the better. We only need his mother to sign the consent form.”

He extends some papers and a pen towards you and you look back at him, suddenly at a loss of words. 

“I… uh, I-I’m not his mother,” You smile tightly. “I’m him older sister.”

“Oh, I apologize, I assumed that–“

“Haven’t I raised you right, Im Jaebeom?” Ms. Im asks, coming with two cups of coffee in hand, and you frown alongside her grandson. “Never assume… tsk, for a doctor he is really stupid, isn’t he, Y/N?”

You chuckle. “You must think we’re all idiots here if you intend on drinking that coffee, Ms. Im. You know it’s not good for you!”

She laughs. “This is for you two,” She gives one to Jaebeom and the other to you. “To keep up the energy.”

“When my parents arrive I’ll ask my mother to sign the papers,” You turn to the doctor, still too intimidated to look him in the eyes. “They should be here soon, so you can schedule the surgery for tomorrow.”

You don’t even see him leaving, allowing your body to fall on a waiting chair. You are not sure if you fell asleep or simply gave up, but when you open your eyes again, you are on the couch inside your brother’s room.

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Taehyung was prepped for surgery and you couldn’t even look. You held his tiny hand, but your eyes were fixated on Dr. Im Jaebeom’s. He looked at you as intensely as you looked at him, and although you had a weird feeling that this man hated you, his piercing eyes on yours were the only thing holding you together. You couldn’t cry in front of Taehyung, and you couldn’t cry in front of Dr. Im. Simple as that. 

“We’ll take him now,” One of the nurses tell you and you nod, walking behind them and behind Ms. Im and her grandson. You feel alone at that moment, with your parents supporting each other, with the Im’s chatting together, and with your little man going into surgery. He’s the one that walks with you, and you feel as if you failed him. 

Dr. Im turns around and looks at you. “The surgery will last from about an hour to two hours. If it takes a bit longer, don’t worry, it just means that we’re doing our best to make everything right. I prefer to take my time and have a successful surgery than to rush things. A nurse will keep you updated so that you are aware of everything that’s happening in there.”

“Take care of him,” You say, voice strong, surprising everyone. “Or I will kill you.”

And for the first time, you’ve seen Im Jaebeom smile at you. You mother slaps your shoulder, but you ignore the sting, maintaining eye contact.

“We’ll do our best,” He says chuckling. “That is all I can promise you.”

“That’s all I need,” You say and nod at him. “Thank you, Doctor.”

You are not sure what happens in between, but Dr. Im comes out through the doors and in your head only thirty minutes passed; instantly you are washed with dread. You try to stand up but your legs give out and you’d be on the floor if not for his reflexes.

“My brother,” You breath out, frantically looking into his eyes as he tries to talk to you. “Taehyung-ie– is he okay? That was too fast, it was too quick– what happened? Dr. Im–“

“The surgery took two hours and he’s perfectly fine,” Dr. Im says, frowning deeply. Is he always frowning?, you wonder as he drags you to the nearest chair. “Taehyung is doing fine; he’s still asleep because of the anesthesia, but he’s under observation and he’s safe.”

“Thank you,” You whisper, starting to cry. You slouch your shoulders forward and burry your face on your hands. “Thank you so much, oh my god, thank you Dr. Im.”

“Y/N,” He calls, pulling your face up. He looks at your eyes, puts a hand on your forehead, and frowns even more. “Are you feeling okay? You look like you’ve been in and out of reality for the past two days… you feel warm.”

“I’m good,” You smile. “Just haven’t eaten in a while. I’ll do it as soon as I see my brother.”

“No, stay here for a second,” He says and leaves with long strides.

He’s okay, you think to yourself, trying to stop the tears. Taehyung is okay. Pull yourself together, Y/N.

“Drink this,” Dr. Im puts a cup on your hand and gives you an energy bar. “And eat this.”

“What about you?” 

His eyes widened. “I-I’ll eat something later…”

Is he embarrassed?

“You have to eat, too, Doctor, you look worn out,” You smile. “You care about everyone, but yourself, huh?”

“Yah,” He laughs, and you chuckle with him, suddenly feeling your energy coming back although you didn’t eat yet. “You sound just like my grandmother.”

“Well, she did mentor me for seven years,” You shrug your shoulders, with a fond look on your face. “Your grandmother means a lot to me…”

“The fact that you took care of her all these years means a lot to me,” He admits, looking slightly guilty. “After I left to go to medical school, I couldn’t come back and check on her as often as I wanted. Then one day she called me, and she told me about this crazy, beautiful girl, who begged her for a job in her run down bakery and… well, I worried for a while, because she did say the girl was crazy, but then she tells me how good this girl is, how kind, and I know I can stop worrying all the time. I know she’s not alone… I might have been jealous, sometimes, I’ll admit, but thank you, Y/N. For everything you’ve done for my halmoni.”

You are at a loss of words. For someone who looks so cold and collected to sound so emotional and true was a shock. 

“I am the one that should be thanking you,” You chuckle incredulously. “You saved my brother’s live.”

“But that’s my job,” He smiles, looking to the floor and then looking back at you. It is almost as if all the air in your lungs disappeared, and you suddenly don’t know how to breath. “Taking care of my grandmother is not your job.”

Before you can say something his phone beeps and he gets up.

“Taehyung is awake,” He smiles and did he always have those moles under his eyebrow? “Let’s go.”

You let him guide you through the halls and you wonder if anyone cares for this doctor that cares for everyone else but him. 

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“You should go home,” Dr. Im says. It’s been two days since the surgery and you were the only one that hasn’t left the hospital yet. One of the nurses was kind enough to let you shower in their bathroom, but had to admit, just showering wasn’t doing much. You’ve been wearing the same clothes and even your parents went home to sleep, but you refused to leave once they got back to the hospital. 

“I don’t want to leave without him,” You mumble, caressing Taehyung’s hand as he sleeps. “I promised I wouldn’t.”

He nods. “Follow me, then,” And leaves.

You have to jog a bit to catch up to him, but soon enough you are in his office, and from behind his desk, he produces a duffle bag. Grabbing a few things, he gives them to you and tells you to go take a long, relaxing shower. Doing as he says, you take your time, asking a few nurses if it’s okay to take a shower since they are only starting their shifts and won’t need the shower for a while. You’ve become acquainted with a few of them and they all give you the okay. The sweatpants and t-shirt he gave you are obviously too large for you, but you like the way it looks anyways. Smiling at yourself, and at how stupid you must look, you stop by the vending machine to get a snack. You get two energy bars, knowing that Dr. Im will be with Taehyung when you get back. Said and done; Jaebeom is laughing at something that your brother is doing and you wonder if one day you’ll get to call him Jaebeom out loud. 

“Hello there,” You say lightly, blushing a little at the way Jaebeom looks at you in his clothes. “Thank you for the clothes, doctor.”

“No problem, Y/N,” He smiles, and you don’t fail to notice the redness in his cheeks. 

“I got you this,” You say giving him one of the energy bars, and putting the other in his pocket. “You need to eat to take care of other people.”

He laughs and one of his hands fly to push his hair back and grab at the back of his neck, a habit you notice he does whenever he’s embarrassed. “Thank you.”

“Eat it,” You squint at him playfully. “Right now.”

“I have to check on a patient,” He says taking a huge bite, finishing it almost in one go. “I’ll be back to check on you, okay?”

“Alright,” You smile, and you don’t call attention to the fact that he said he’d be checking on you. You like it. “See you later."

You don’t– see him later, that is. You are not sure what happens but Dr. Im doesn’t come around anymore; another day goes by and even Taehyung notices the change, asking for his doctor to the nurses. She all just say he’s busy taking care of other people, but there’s something off about them, too. One of them, Nurse Lee, asks you to follow her to the counter where you can sign the discharge papers so that you can finally take your brother home, and you hear a couple of other doctors talking.

“…yeah, they died,” A shiver runs through your spine with those words and you take a deep breath and focus on reading the papers in your hand. “Jaebeom did his best, but not everyone can be saved.”

“You know how he is though,” The other doctor sighs. “Is he alright?”

“No,” They shake their heads. “Definitely not.”

Signing everything, you tell the nurses you’ll be right back, and you run to the office you’ve gotten to know so well. During your brother’s recovery, Dr. Im has been you friend, you dare to say. You’ve silently eaten with him in his office as he did some work and you read a book; you’ve talked to him about his grandmother; you’ve taken snacks to his office late at night. It was your way to repay him, after everything he’s done for you and your family. You went from thinking he hated you, to understanding how hard his job is on him. And right now, it was exactly one of those moments, in which the harshness of his reality is laid upon him, and you can’t do anything but knock on his door and pray that he’ll open. 

“Yes?” 

His voice sounds harsh and used out. His eyes find yours instantly and they turn back into those scrutinizing eyes you first met.

“Hi,” You say, suddenly uncomfortable. “You didn’t come by yesterday and today and I–“

“I am too busy to attend just to you and your brother,” He snaps. “I have a whole lot of people needing me, too, you know?”

The coldness from his voice reminds you of the first time you met him, when you stood under his scrutinizing gaze. 

“Or do you think I have nothing better to do than to have to waste all of my time–“

“With me?” You interrupt him. “Just so you know, you didn’t have to spend your time with me, but I guess I should thank you, since you did, right?”

“Wha-“

“You don’t have to worry anymore, doctor,” You sneer. “We leave tonight. Here, this is a small thank you gift for wasting time with me.”

You give him the plastic bag with all snacks from the vending machine– literally all of them. It wasn’t much, but it would last him a few shifts, at least. All you wanted was for him to get better too; you weren’t dumb, you could easily see the suffering in his eyes, even at that moment– specially at that moment,– but you couldn’t just let him walk all over you like that. You had to stand your ground, like you did ever since you met him. 

“Whatever happened,” You say through gritted teeth. “It’s not your fault. Nor mine. Remember that.”

You leave him and you go back to Taehyung. 

Fuck Dr. Im, you think, furiously wiping a tear. It seems as if all you do is cry, and you are tired of it. I have Taehyung, alive and well. That should be enough.

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Your days are back to normal– you wake up, check on Taehyung, and go to work, where you’ll spend hours and hours until you don’t have to spend any more time in there but you do still, baking a fresh batch of a different good every night, before calling the delivery man to take it away. 

Today, you make chocolate scones, using Ms. Im’s recipe just how she taught you years ago.

“Still baking?” She asks. “Is something wrong?”

“Not at all,” You smile, and put a scone in a take away box. “Here, for the trip.”

“Thank you, dear,” She smiles. “These used to be Jaebeom’s favorite.”

You smile and wave her goodbye, promising to close the store and go home soon. You do whatever task you have to keep you busy– cleaning the tables, wiping the floor, washing the dishes, freezing the dough. Anything to keep you from thinking about him. But it’s impossible. You think about him even more now, having a face to the name. Im Jaebeom. Ms. Im still talks about him every day and there’s nothing you can say or do that would justify the reason you want her to stop. 

He saved my brother’s life, and in the process he saved mine, too. He is kind and selfless and honest, but he is also tired and confused and overwhelmed. I want to care for him like he cared for me. Is this love?

No, you couldn’t say that to her. Much less to him.

“Excuse me, are you still open? I heard you guys had chocolate scones and I just had to come get one.” 

You freeze, body already stiff from work now barely being able to move.

“We’re closed,” You mumble, not looking at him. “But I can get you some scones to go.”

“If I take them to go,” He asks and you can see his feet, clad in black sneakers and tapping nervously on the floor. “Will you come with me?”

“Is this a pick up line?” You scoff.

“No, I just want to have these with you,” He chuckles and you can’t help yourself, you look at him, craving to see his eyes disappear when he smiles. “A thank you for all the food you’ve been sending to the hospital every night…”

“I’m glad,” You smile tightly, taking the apron off and hanging it on the wall. You push the cardboard box towards him. “Here you go. Have a goodnight.”

His smile is gone in a second. “Y/N…”

“You were very clear, Jaebeom,” You say sternly. “I’ll call you Jaebeom now, since we’re not in the hospital– you were very clear, Jaebeom. You are wasting your time with me; patients are waiting for you, families, friends. I’m just the girl that works with your grandmother… You have nothing to worry about, I won’t tell her anything, but it’s best if we stop this here.”

“Stop?” He asks, eyes wide. “I don’t think it’s that easy, Y/N. I missed you– did you know that? Of course you didn’t, but I’m here telling you: I missed you, goddammit. I’m a doctor, and I’m always frustrated about something, and stressed, and tired, but for the week you spent there, I felt completely okay, because I knew that in the end of the day, I’d have a constant thing in my life; Taehyung-ie and you, waiting for me with snacks. Asking me about my day. Asking me if I’m okay. People don’t do that, in the hospital– they have their own problems, and every day is a different surprise, but it felt good to have a constant, even for a little while.”

You say nothing, taking your time to process everything he’s saying.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole,” He chuckle. “I had just lost a patient; there were complications with his condition before surgery but we couldn’t wait and I lost him… But you were right, it’s not my fault, and it’s not yours. You shouldn’t have to put up with my anger, but I really, really hope you chose to put up with me despite my anger. I won’t lie, this happens a lot– the angry part. It comes with the job, even though we try our hardest to hide, but I promise to try my best to never let it all out on you ever again… please forgive me.”

You sigh, walking to him. He was wearing casual clothes and he finally looked his age, the gray hoodie and blue jeans bringing out the youth in him.

“You haven’t been eating regularly, have you?” You frown, hands holding his face. Your thumb brushes his cheekbones and his eyes are shining with something unknown to you– want, maybe. “I send you freshly baked goods everyday and you still look like you’ve lost weight…”

“What are you doing to me?” He mumbles, nuzzling his face in your hand and pulling you closer by the waist, resting his forehead on yours. “You’re messing with my head, Y/N…”

“Nah,” You chuckle, kissing his nose. “That’s your job.”

“That is possibly the lamest joke someone ever made about my job,” He laughs, and ah! there it is– cute little slits. The reason you love that so much is that it makes you all warm inside to know you can make him smile so hard that his eyes disappear. “But I love it anyways.”

“Does that mean I can make more of those?” You ask animatedly, pulling away slightly. “Cause I have a bunch of neurosurgery jokes I can ma–“

He shuts you up with a kiss and you instantly know he ate your scones before coming over, tasting the sugar and the chocolate in his mouth. It lasts long, and you prefer it that way– you want to take your timing discovering everything about Jaebeom. From the way his mouth drags over yours, chapped lips kissing you softly, to the way his hands find their way to your hair, your jawline, your waist. He pulls you closer, hugging you to him, and just as he is pressing you against the counter, you feel a vibration coming from his pocket. 

“Please tell me that your phone,” You snort a little, trying to hold your laughter in.

“Hilarious,” He says, rolling his eyes but smiling nonetheless.

“Do you have to go back?”

He nods. “Yeah, one of the patients needs surgery sooner than we thought… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever apologize for saving lives,” You frown, pecking his lips. “Text me when you get home?”

“Absolutely,” He kisses you deeply. “I’ll see you soon.”

He sees you sooner than he thought he would. The next day, when he texts you his shift is over in thirty, you go over to the hospital, with croissants and tea. When he sees you waiting by the main entrance, he can’t help but laugh out loud.

“You said that having a constant was nice,” You shrug as he kisses your face allover. “I’ll be your constant from now on.”

“I’d love that,” He says. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” You smile. “I think.”

“You think?” He shrieks, pulling you to his car by the hand. 

“Yeah… can you take a look inside and find out for me?” You say tapping your head. 

He just looks at you, no emotion.

“If I ever get a song stuck in my mind,” You say, buckling up when Jaebeom starts the car. “Can you get it out for me?”

“Oh my god,” He lets his head fall on the wheel. “Is this what I signed up for?”

“Absolutely,” You giggle, and he turns to look at you. “Regret it yet?”

“No, but I’m sure you’ll get me there by the end of the night.”

“Yah!”

“I told you,” He grabs your hand, laughing. “You mess with my head. Crazy girl… tsk, gonna me crazy too.”

“By the way,” You start. “How will we break it to your grandmother?”

“What do you mean,” Jaebeom laughs. “She knows. She’s known for about seven years, now.”

“What?” You shout, head turning to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know about you,” He shrugs. “But she’d talk about you a lot. Good things only– such a pretty girl, so kind, so nice. Ah, Jaebeom-ah, you remind me of Y/N… you two would get along so well. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you before even knowing you.”

“Oh my god,” You gasp. “Ms. Im is a love genius.”

“I had to take after someone, you know?” Jaebeom brags.

For the rest of the night, you two bicker, laughing and kissing in between, and even though you promised to be his constant, barely did he know he’d be yours. 

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hello lovelies! I decided that I will now post a new part of the General Hospital series every weekend, so here it is Jaebeom’s story! He is my ult bias and I love him so much so i really hope you all enjoy it ❤️ please leave a comment and share it if you like the story! It really means the world for us writers when we get feedback :P Love you all and thank you for your endless support💕

[blluesiide]

[ 6:47 pm ]

Jaebeom can only stand frozen and stare dumbfounded at you as you reach up to tuck a pink rose behind his ear, the most loving smile gracing your lips.

In the softest, warmest voice he has ever heard, you say, "Merry Christmas, Jaebeom."

He's suddenly overwhelmed, the love he has for you flooding his whole body, so much so that he drops whatever he has in his hands, in favor of placing them on either side of your face, and pressing a kiss against your lips so urgent, that it feels as if it'll be the last thing he ever does.

[rebelliouslala]

A Tiring Battle

(Park Jinyoung x reader, Pokémon au, fluff, one shot, 1.4k words might do more of these they’re so cute and fun omg)

The day was bright and sunny, the trees were a bright green from the sunlight. The entire setting looked unreal with bright color. Your father had picked you up so you can harvest berries for your Munchlax, whom you affectionately named Munchie.

Your mother watched as you hopped down from your father’s arms, running to her and holding a huge purple berry the size of your head, “MA LOOK!”

Chuckling, she nodded and sipped Earl Grey tea. You ran past her and to your bedroom upstairs, where your Munchlax was sleeping on your Snorlax stuffed animal, hoping one day he will grow as big as that (even though the stuffed animal was only a foot or so wider and taller than him).

“Munchie!” You jumped on the stuffed animal and cuddle your Pokemon. The Munchlax woke up with a start before sniffing the berry. Breaking the berry, you gave him pieces to eat as the Pokémon happily says his name, thanks you. You laughed at his messiness and cuddle him some more, a wide, toothless grin on your face. “Good Munchie! Come on! Let’s go battle!”

Even a decade later, that was your routine. Even with your father working as a scientist a few miles away, you still drag a huge berry to Munchie, despite now being a large and lazy Snorlax.

“MUNCH!” You yell, earning a grumble from your mother, who watches the news. “Y/N, Take him out to battle, bring him back with less weight, and maybe bring some friends so you’re not just talking to me or calling your dad.”

“Ah, but Ma, he has a stomachache.” You say, ignoring the other statements.

“If he has an accident in your room it’s not my fault, Y/N. You’ve been stuck in the house all day. Go. Out.”

With a large and heavy sigh, you drag him out with the scent of the berry, the stairs creaking as he climbs down. Munchie mumbles sleepily how much he wants it, until he squeezes out of the garage and into the world.

“There we go, good Munchie. Alright, once you eat this, promise me that we train.”

The Snorlax groans and tries to hold his enormous body with his tiny blue arms, “Snorlax~,”

“No excuses, young man, we gotta get you strong.” You say, bouncing the balls of your feet and playfully punching his body, “Let’s go to the gym, okay?”

Munchie groans, but follows you, nibbling on his berry as you walk with him to the City Gym only a few blocks away.

Meanwhile, Park Jinyoung bids goodbye to his friends after their lunch small battles and dares with their Pokémon.

But honestly, Jinyoung just wanted to go to the little Poke Cafe and meet more little cute Pokémon than battle.

This earned a loud groan once his friends were gone, he sat on the bench in exhaustion, looking at his Dragonite.

“Dragon~?” The Pokemon asks with worry. “Just tired, I know you are too, with Jackson’s Arcanine hating on you like that, huh?” Jinyoung wipes his face.

“Dragonite!” He declares.

Jinyoung laughs and looks at the City Gym in front of him, looking at his Pokemon, “Hmm, mabe a battle can let us get some steam out, what do you think?”

“DRAGONITE!” The Pokemon flaps his wings, and Jinyoung stretches and walks alongside him, patting his back, “Great!”

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“Sorry ma’am, the Gym Leader is out right now.”

You groan, slumping down sadly while Munchie laughs beside you. Shooting him a look, you turn back to the woman before you hear Munchie puff up.

Knowing him long enough since you adopted him, you turn to see which Pokemon he had sensed.

A handsome man, maybe a year older than you had walked through with his tall Dragonite partner.

A challenge, but nonetheless you were definitely willing to take this model of a man on.

“Sorry, Gym’s closed.” The woman in front of you says, waving him off before he could go in further liek you did.

Luckily once you and the man made eye contact;

You both knew what was about to happen.

“The name’s Jinyoung.” He smiles, as you and he both walk out, your and his Pokemon nodding to each other out of support and solidarity.

Even though Munchie knew he could probably smack the Dragonite out cold.

“Mm,” you click your tongue, stretching and patting Munchie for strength. He nods at you, as Jinyoung’s Dragonite stands tall to intimidate you.

“Uh, I’m asking for YOUR name,” Jinyoung says as you stop near the square, where some other Battlers were, even some children using their Whismurs and Fletchlings against each other.

Cute.

“I’m Y/N, hope you like to lose,” You smile sweetly, helping Munchie stretch. Jinyoung widens his eyes at you. He chuckles and pushes his coal black hair back. “A tough battler? Fine.”

Once you both establish that you’re ready, you make the first move.

“Munchie, use Slam Down!”

Jinyoung smiles at your nickname for him, pushing up the short sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his muscles as Munchie jumps up.

“Dragonite, use Wing Attack!” He commands, stepping forward.

You smile at his coolheadedness, and watch Munchie successfully dodges the attack and slams down on Dragonite. The Pokemon groans under Munchie’s weight, who yawns from the lack of work.

Whispering encouragement to your Pokemon, you smile, “Use Rollout, Munchie!”

Jinyoung widens his eyes at the Snorlax’s attack. A rock type move on his Dragonite? He takes more damage, groaning quietly but he stands back up. “Dragonite, use Hyper Beam!”

Munchie takes the attack, but you smirk at his high resistance, “Use Heavy Slam!”

This time, Dragonite doesn’t dodge again and he whimpers underneath as Munchie playfully teases him by playing with his wing.

Jinyoung grabs a potion, giving it to Dragonite, muttering, “Okay, I know this isn’t looking good. But trust me.” He raises his voice, “Use Outrage!”

Dragonite’s eyes go red, and he blows hits to Munchie. This time it’s a little more effective, but nevertheless you command Munchie for Heavy Slam.

Dragonite dodges, and Jinyoung yells, “OUTRAGE!”

His Pokemon roars louder, his eyes practically flowing as he embraces the feeling.

Munchie looks at you nervously, but you look at Jinyoung. He’s fueling his Dragonite with emotion.

But that can’t last long.

You watch Munchie take the hit and nod, “Body Slam, Munchie.”

Right after, you see Munchie get hurt again by another Outrage move. Your poor Pokémon’s were eyes growing more droopy with exhaustion.

But so was Dragonite’s.

“Munchie,” you smile softly at Jinyoung’s tense stance, “use Yawn.”

The Snorlax lets out a huge, and much needed yawn, making Jinyoung’s Dragonite’s eyes flutter, and stumble back.

“NO DRAGONITE DON’T—!” Jinyoung yells with despair.

But the Pokémon fell asleep with a loud thud t the ground.

Jinyoung falls on his knees in hopelessness, watching Munchie slam on him each time he takes his move, until Dragonite goes back to his pokeball in defeat.

“Well,” you smile and hug your Pokémon, giving him a potion, “that was fun, wasn’t it Munchie? Aww my Munchie did so good! How about we feast when we—?”

“Wait!”

You turn back, and your Snorlax glares at Jinyoung running after you.

The way his dark brown hair didn’t move, he didn’t look fazed at all, was somewhat appealing compared to the men that were desperately trying to prove you wrong.

He stuck out his hand, bowing with a smile, “You did, amazingly.” You widen your eyes, but shake his hand. “Yeah. Good game, sorry I killed your Pokémon.”

“It’s fine, we needed to get off some steam.”

“Yeah, but emotionally? It’s not healthy,” you advise with a smile.

Jinyoung chuckles, nodding, “My fault,” his face scrunches up cutely.

Your cheeks flush just realizing how much he looked like a little Pikachu with the embarrassed flush.

Were you falling?

For a Battler?

Your mother did expect someone to come back with you, too.

Looking down with a gentle mumble, you shrug, “Would you consider to maybe come back to my house for a little dinner?”

Jinyoung nods, his perfect smile brightening up the already perfect day. He takes your hand a little, letting your hand hold his pinky, “Why not, as payback for killing my pokemon?”

“I have a few Revives at my house,” you say, laughing shyly as he grins more at you, “I would like that.”

[kpopkeeks]

Dark

Choi Youngjae Oneshot/Drabble

Genre: Angst

 *******

They knew it was ending long before they parted ways in a storm of tears. They knew it was ending before either of them had the guts to admit it. It was also likely that everyone around them knew as well.

That’s the funny thing about love, however. You know it’s a bad idea, you know it won’t work, and yet you throw yourself headfirst hoping you’ll tame the beast before it tames you.

The bottle pressed to Y/N’s lips at midnight in a smoky bar says that she, much to her disbelief, could not tame the beast. The irony of comparing the man she loved to a beast almost made her chuckle; almost. To anyone who knew Youngjae, he was the farthest thing from a monster. She still felt that way, regardless of the current situation. People literally called him their sunshine. So why did everything feel so dark?

She huffed and put the bottle on the bar. The bartender eyed her cautiously; probably wondering when to offer to call her a cab. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around why someone so beautiful had found their way into his dive bar. It happened a lot, girls came here, drank too much, talked to any guy they could. She was different however, by her guarded body language and extreme avoidance of eye contact said she really was here to drink her pain away.

“Hey,” the bartender started, “do you need anything?”

“Another one.” She sighed, “thanks.”

He nodded curtly and grabbed another bottle of beer from under the bar. Popping it open, he rested it in front of her.

“What brings you here on a Tuesday so late?” He asked.

She looked up at him, where he finally could see how emotionless here eyes looked.

“Uh, this?” She pointed to the beer. She immediately felt guilty for the tone she used, but she really didn’t have it in her to carry on a conversation.

 He got the hint however, and nodded before heading to the other end of the bar.

 She was left alone with her thoughts for too long, which was annoying because her thoughts were always the same. Just echoes of his words, bouncing against her skull so hard she felt nauseous.

*******

 “You know exactly why I haven’t told anyone about us.” Youngjae pleaded with Y/N for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“I know, I know, but do you know how hard it is to feel like you’re embarrassed of me every. Day.” She admitted, crossing her arms, staring him down. They stood about 6 feet apart, both defensive and exhausted. This conversation came up multiple times. Youngjae didn’t want to be public with their relationship; Y/N wasn’t pleased. She showed affection and love in a very public way, and Youngjae just didn’t speak that love language.

“I’ve told you, I’m not embarrassed.” He said bluntly, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

“Youngjae, just admit it.” Y/N started, feeling her blood pressure rise and the thought of the man she absolutely loved everything about not reciprocating her same passion.  “I don’t always say appropriate things, I’m loud, I dress in a way you don’t approve of, just stop hiding behind your excuses and just admit that you don’t think I would handle the spotlight well. I’d bring you all sorts of bad press, right? Negative media, people saying you deserve better, calling me all these terrible things. You love me, but you hate, hate my dirty mouth, my big opinions, my-“

“Yes, fine, I’m embarrassed! You’re a beautiful, vibrant person and you say whatever comes to mind but I’m constantly under a microscope and you don’t seem to care that your actions would reflect on me! You’re just-…you’re just…” He trailed off as he saw her face contort like she had been smacked.

“Just what? Go ahead,” She spat.

“You’re just a lot sometimes. Not for everyone, but…for me.” He whispered, looking down at his feet.

And there it was. She knew it, he knew it, everyone knew it, and who knew it would be Youngjae to finally say it. They had always been polar opposites; Y/N sarcastic, loud, fun loving, center of attention. Youngjae quiet, reserved, sweet, soft-spoken.

She didn’t respond. She looked at him as he avoided her gaze. Her eyes threatened to cry but she’d be damned if he saw it.

“I’m happy you took your time figuring it out.” She whispered bitterly.

“W-what?” He stammered.

“I’m happy you pursued me, asked me to be with you, made me fall in love with you and robbed me of nine months of my life to decided that now, now I’m too much.” She took an involuntary step back, mostly because she felt like she might pass out. Was this really happening? How could it be possible that the only man she had ever let herself love was now pointing out all the things to her that he couldn’t deal with. So where did that leave them? Did she tone herself down for the sake of Youngjae? Maybe she could fit in his mold, maybe she could find a place in his lifestyle. At what cost? This wasn’t an annoying habit, this was her whole being.

“You’re not too much, but I…I-“

“Just stop. I’ve heard enough. I get it. So what now? How much of myself do I rip away so I can be what you want?” She asked, tilting her head. Youngjae pulled his eyebrows together. Was she serious, or being sarcastic again? It was hard to tell.

“Don’t patronize me. I’m not trying to hurt you. I don’t want to fight with you; I love you.” He tried, reaching an arm out to her. She quickly backed up a few more steps.

“Don’t say that. Don’t you dare.”

“What, Y/N,  I do. I do love you. You know that. Everyone knows that.” He defended, stepping towards her. She didn’t move, so he took it as a sign to take another step. And one more. Soon he was right in front of her.

“I don’t think your members count as everyone,” She sighed, looking up at him. He gazed down at her, looking for a sign of her next move. She was unpredictable and wild; he really never knew what to expect. Which, in any other world, would be exactly what he wanted. Someone to challenge him, to make him uncomfortable and help him grow. He brought his hand up to her cheek, slowly brushing her skin with his thumb. Her body reacted for her, leaning into his hand. He considered this a victory, maybe she would reason with him…

His warmth had always drawn her in. She knew she was rough around the edges, kind of cold and bitter. But he brightened her right up. He exuded this light about him that she felt addicted to; like a moth to a flame. She brought her hand up and rested it on top of his. He smiled softly, before wrapping his other arm around her waist and pulling her in. He tipped her face upwards towards his and leaned down slowly, brushing her lips softly with his.

As soon as she felt the soft touch, she stepped back abruptly.

“Please, don’t, please don’t pull me in just to break my heart. If this is really not going to work, stop being selfish. Stop hoping I’ll change. Just go.” She snapped, the tears in her eyes overflowing beyond her control.

His tears mimicked hers; this was never what he wanted. He wanted to think that they could overcome it but life taught an ugly lesson; sometimes love isn’t enough.

“Y/N, don’t-“

“I said go!” She shouted, turning away from him and furiously wiping her eyes.

He felt his chest get tight. The breath caught in his throat. His stomach twisted. He really did it this time, huh? Every other fight like this he broke down her walls, held her until she was calm, and kept her close. But this; this wasn’t like the other times. She’s never raised her voice at him. Ever. Sure, she said harsh things, she had a sharp tongue. But nothing like this.

Everything in his heart told him to fix what was broken, tell her he loved her. But her voice ringing in his head stopped him; “stop being selfish.”

He quietly turned to walk out of the apartment, taking one slow agonizing stare back at the woman he had fallen for. He wanted to remember every detail of her sharp features, soft lips, long hair, captivating eyes. Something in the knot in his stomach told him he better enjoy the sight; it might be the last time. Once he finished torturing himself, he saw his way out.

Leaving Y/N to grieve on her own. The worst part about being someone’s secret? Going through a heartbreak no one knows about.

 *******

“Ma’am? Its bar close.” The bartender’s kind voice snapped her out of reliving her personal nightmare.

“Oh, okay…thanks.” She tossed a twenty on the bar. “Keep the change.”

He nodded, “Do you need me to call you a cab?”

“I’ll walk, thanks though. Say, is it always this empty?” She inquired, looking around the bar.

“I mean, like I said, it’s a Tuesday. But, on average, we’re a pretty lowkey place.” He explained, wiping down the bar in front of him.

She smirked, nodding her head towards him. She gave a small wave before heading out into the cold night air.

The dark sky was the most comforting thing she’d experienced since their fight. Everything about Youngjae was bright, light, sunny and fun. However, when that is taken away, everything is dark.

“Alright, you can do this. Whatever makes you think of him, you avoid. The night time is your best friend now.” She thought to herself. She couldn’t even find it in herself to be upset, or angry with him. She can’t blame him without blaming herself as well. They were both guilty.

 Because, after all, they knew it was going to end.

[ahgasescenarios]

Just a Bad Dream- Jaebum

Word count: 611

Genre: fluff

Request: hey there! Could I please request a JB from got7 where his s/o is having a nightmare and he’s there for her? Thanks you by anon

A/N: Thanks so much for your request! It's been a while since I've written for GOT7, but I was happy to get back into it. I hope you enjoy and I apologize if it isn't that long, I've been busy but I did my best. Also this isn't proofread, I'll edit it soon. I will try to be more active once I get a new laptop but I'm struggling to find one (plz send me suggestions I need help).

 Looking out into the cold, you could only imagine what it felt like to be outside. You had been cooped up in your apartment all day in a desperate effort to meet the deadlines threatening your peace of mind. Sure, you had gotten more down in these last few hours than in weeks, but you were exhausted in every sense of the word.

You laid down your books in front of you, deciding it was due time for a break. You peeked at the clock, which read 1:34 AM. You couldn't hold back the frown that overcame your features. Jaebum- your boyfriend- had been out since 7 pm for practice, but as the clock continued ticking your paranoid mind started overanalyzing as well. Your thoughts were overflooded with worry, refraining you from getting the rest of your workload out of the way.

After having struggled with your inner self for what you thought was long enough, you decided to simply call it night. Jaebum was probably going to come over any minute now, you reassured yourself. Wrapping yourself in a blanket-cocoon, you drifted off to sleep.

Your own gasping woke you up from your slumber as you caught your breath, noticing your figure dripping with sweat. It took you a few moments to recollect the nightmare you had been experiencing. The tears started on their own accord and you let them, feeling too overwhelmed to fight back.

"Hey baby, you okay?"

Your violent awakening had woken up your worried boyfriend. You tried to wipe the tears before he could tell something was wrong.

"Yeah, just a bad dream."

He came into a seated position, a frown prominent on his face.

"If it was just that, you wouldn't be crying." His gaze softened, his thumb wiping the tears away.

You bit your lip, weighing the pros and cons of you telling him what was really on your mind. The pros won.

"I was just really worried since you weren't coming home and I couldn't study, and now I had a nightmare that you actually died." At this point, you were already in tears.

Jaebum brought you close to his chest, comforting you to the best of his ability. He caressed your hair softly and whispered encouraging (at least he hoped) words to get you to cheer up. When you finally looked up, he noticed how puffy your eyes now were and he couldn't help the sad smile his face wore.

"I'm not going anywhere, (Y/N). Let's get back to sleep, I'll be the big spoon okay?"

You nodded and settled into the homey position. Cuddling with Jaebum had always made you feel better, no matter how bad you felt. There was just this utter safety about his arms that you couldn't explain. His arm rested on your waist, to ensure you were still there and you felt his head settling in the crook of your neck. You smiled, suddenly forgetting everything about your previous nightmare and drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Jaebum was already out of bed once you woke up- the only sign of his existence being the faint smell of freshly cooked eggs and bacon spreading from the kitchen to your bedroom. You smiled in delight and as you watched him cook for you, you realized how much you had lucked out. Jaebum treated you like a queen, something that couldn't be said for everyone's first love.

And as much as you were enjoying the ride, you secretly hoped you were one of those people who would stick with their first love "til death do us part". Because what would be better than marrying your best friend?

[btslwky]

Reaction to you having bad period pains

A/N: Yay my first GOT7 reaction. It’s about damn time lol. I hope y’all enjoy and requests are open!!

Mark:

Sadly Mark was away on tour so when you Face timed him trying to make yourself feel better, he tried everything in his power to make you forget about your awful period pains.

“I miss you babe, I promise I’ll be back soon to hold you next time.”

JB:

Anytime you weren’t feeling good, you always laid in bed all day doing nothing and JB was right there ready to follow suit, so you both just laid in bed, cuddling each other, watching movies and ordering takeout.

“We’ll lay here as long as you like until you feel better baby.”

Jinyoung:

He was ready to just sit with you at home all day and do nothing, even if he was scolded later on for missing practice, it was worth it to see you content with him there while you weren’t feeling your best. *you’re Jackson*

“Tell me everything that’s on your mind jagiya.”

Jackson

He wouldn’t want you to be down in the dumps all day so he would try and get you out of bed and moving around, attempting to distract you from your pain. He took you shopping, to the movies and a nice dinner. Needless to say your pain disappeared very quickly. *youre Mark*

“C’mon babe lets goooo I have to spoil you today.”

Youngjae 

He would sit and coddle you, rocking you back and forth while playing with your hair, causing you to fall asleep and finally be at peace for a little while.

“That’s it jagiya, get some rest. I love you.”

Bam Bam 

Even though you could barely move, he ran you a vanilla scented bubble bath and while you relaxed in the water, he was right by your side to make you laugh and finally relax until you accidentally fell asleep in the water.

“Look at that, I’m so funny I knocked her out.”

Yugyeom 

He was genuinely heartbroken at how much pain you were in, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. He made sure to get all your favorite foods, favorite movies and cuddled with you all day.

“I love you so much baby, just relax, I’ll be here all day.”

[mnlnchly-blog]

GOT7 JB IMAGINE

Hey guys!! OMG! this will be my very first Got7 Imagine. I'm not very good with writing and all but I hope you'll enjoy reading it hahahaha. Love lots! - Mnlnchly

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#When you have to let him go

• JB

“Do you understand?.” I couldn’t do anything but to nod, I don’t want to let him go, It probably kills me but I can’t be the reason for him to lose everything.

We may not blurted our feelings to each other but I know that he feels the same way, he’s action tells everything.

But I guess we aren’t meant to be, just meant to feel this love but not meant to be together.

“I’ll talk to him now.” I said to his PD-nim

“I’m sorry for doing this to you but I can’t let him lose everything. I hope you understand.” I smile to him and said

“I understand. I know that this will happen I wasn’t thinking that this will be this hard. But I’ll do it for him.” I left PD-nim and went to find JB.

“Y/N you’re here.” He sound so Nervous. He called earlier saying that he wants to talk to me that there’s something important that he wants me to know.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” I said without breaking our eye contact.

He likes it when I stare at his eyes.

There’s confusion in his eyes and I could feel his nervousness.

“There’s something I needed to tell you too.” He said to me

“I’m leaving.” I said without giving him a chance to tell me ‘the important thing'

“W-what?.” He asked me again as if he didn’t hear me.

“I’m leaving Korea. My mom wants me home to (C/N), I got a call earlier and she wants me there.” I said still looking at him.

“What about me?.” He asked me.

“You’ll be staying here of course.” I said to him

“What about Us?.” He ask me with a hurtful expression. I wanted to look away. I might cry in front of him and I can’t do that.

“Us? What do you mean Us? As far as I’m concern there is no Us JB.” I wanted to pull my hair out, I’m hurting him damn it.

I’m sorry.

I’m so sorry for hurting you like this.

“I’m sorry but I need to go now. I still need to prepare my things.” I was about to leave him but then I was stop by his Soft voice.

“I like you.” He finally said those words. I didn’t face him because if I did I will be falling for him even more and I might not be able to let him go.

“We can’t be together.” I said without facing him.

“Even though we feel the same way We aren’t just meant to be.” I said and finally walked away from him, From his life. Leaving him forever.

“You can’t leave me.” I was stunned when he came running towards me.

“I can, and I will.” I said firmly.

“Why are you doing this? I thought you’re going to stay with me forever!.” He shouted

“Forever doesn’t exist JB.” I said to him without giving him any expression.

“What is going on? Why are you shouting hyung?.” All the members came running towards us.

“Please Understand. I can’t stay here Mom needs me.” I said like almost pleading to him.

“And You think I don’t need you?.” He ask me.

“You can’t say you can’t live without me. You’ve been living for years without me JB and I’m sure you’ll be fine without me here.” I said

“Y/N what’s wrong why are two fighting?.” Asked Jackson.

“I’m leaving Korea for good.” I said to all of them.

“Mom needs me I hope you’ll understand.” I said to them.

No one dare to speak not even JB who's looking furious and Hurt right now.

“I’m sorry for the sudden decision. I’ll never forget the times we’ve spent together. But this is goodbye.” I said to them before leaving them all.

I’m not going to regret anything.

Because this is for the best.

Mianhae JB-ahh

In other life I’ll be your girl, where everything is right, where everything is okay, When You and Me is not impossible.

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[7-imagines-blog]

Elevator

Your friends had decided that you needed to go out more and meet some new people. They dragged you out of your house to a fun summer rooftop party that they had heard about. When you step out of the elevator to the roof, you gasp in wonder. Fireflies float aimlessly in the air while the moon glows in the hot night. The red couches are arranged so everyone can talk easily with fairy lights twinkling above them. You look around at the never-ending magical oasis and smile. You feel so at home here.

As you stand gazing at the stars, your friends immediately get whisked away by some guys that they know. You don't mind though, you’re okay just enjoying the night. You continue to stand, your hair being ruffled by the playful night breeze. Suddenly you look up to see a handsome man looking your way. You feel flustered immediately, and you shoot him a bashful smile. “He’s so cute! Maybe I should talk to him... But I’ll probably embarrass myself”, you think. But you don’t have a choice, because the man starts walking towards you.

You self consciously swipe your hair out of your face and mentally prepare yourself. The guy finally stops in front of you. “The stars are beautiful, aren’t they,” he says with a cute little smile. “Yeah...They really are.” You sigh in wonder. You start to feel comfortable around him even though you had only shared a few words. He has a certain feeling about him that you like. A lot. “You’re very pretty, I really like your hair,” he says nervously. “Thanks!” You reply. “Oh my gosh! I can’t believe he said that!” You think to yourself. “I just need to keep the conversation going!” But just as you think that, the lights flicker once then turn off. “Oh no!” You both exclaim at once.

You look at him and he stares back at you. “It looks like this party is over. It’s a shame we didn’t get to talk longer,” He says with his eyes still searching yours. “Yeah. I’ll miss you,” you say unexpectedly. He raises his eyebrows and says, “Me...Me too.” After a bit of silence, he breaks eye contact and looks down shyly. “Let me take you home,” he says. You look at him. You want to go with him. But what about your friends? They need you. And what are you thinking?! You barely even know this guy! “Sorry, but my friends are…” You look around the roof. Only a few people remain, and your friends are nowhere to be seen. “Uhhh, never mind. Please take me home.”

He gives you a sweet smile and leads you to the elevator. He presses the button lightly. When it doesn't work, he jams on the button and rolls his eyes dramatically. You laugh at him and jam on the button too. The rusty elevator finally creaks open and the two of you get inside. “I hope this elevator doesn’t break,” you say nervously. “Don’t say that! You’ll make it come true!” He teases you playfully. “But if it were to break, I would be glad that I’m with you...Is it weird to say that?” He says to you. “No of course it isn-AH” You exclaim. The elevator rocks violently then stops moving. You both look at each other in surprise with your eyes wide open. “It did come true!” You say.

To be truthful, you were scared. You had never experienced something like this before. But he made you feel safe. Your brow furrows as you try to stay calm. The man takes your hands as if he can sense what you’re feeling. “It’s gonna be okay…umm...Actually I never got your name. I’m sorry. I know now's not the time for socializing.” “Its y/n.” You say. Oh wow, that’s pretty”, he says. “I’m Youngjae. Nice to meet you.” “Now’s not the time! We’re stuck in an elevator!” You say. Suddenly a voice comes on the intercom. “We’re trying to get the elevator working. It should be an hour.” You sigh inwardly. An hour? It was late and you had to get home! You had to tell your friends about Youngjae. And to be honest, you’re scared. Very scared. It must have shown on your face because the next thing you know, Youngjae’s hands are on yours and he’s calming you down. “Hey. We can get through this. It’s only gonna be an hour.” He says sweetly, looking into your eyes.

He sits you down on the floor. “Here, I’ll calm you down. Don’t worry.” Then he starts singing a beautiful melody. “I’m missing your face, missing your face, your eyes look at me, the lips that kissed me,” You look up at him in surprise, your glassy eyes blinking away tears from stress. You were speechless. His voice...was perfect. It carried so much emotion. As Youngjae sits down, he looks over at you to admire your face and courage. Even when you cry, you look beautiful. You rest your head on his lap, so tired from fear, and from the party, and from everything. He strokes your hair as you drift off into your own thoughts.

About an hour later, you wake up. The doors are still tightly jammed shut, the elevator isn’t going anywhere. You sigh. Your head is still on Youngjae’s lap. You lift it off and stand up. You don’t feel stress, Youngjae makes you feel okay. He stands up as well and faces you. “At least I had a good time with you at the party,” he says. “Yeah…” You trail off. “This is usually how a date ends,” You laugh. “Yeah but...there’s one thing missing,” Youngjae says. You look at him, confused. Then he slowly starts leaning in, slightly tilting his head. You smile and stand on your toes, you can feel his lips not far from yours. As you close the distance, you suddenly feel a woosh of air that blows your hair as the elevator opens and a team of firefighters stand in the doorway.

“The elevator is working!”

[igotdef]

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[yugfics]

On Your Birthday - all members

mark - comes to your place the night before, and you both stay up until midnight doing a countdown - tells you how much you mean to him-gives you a very thoughtful gift, something he knows you'll love - takes you out for ice cream and cake - makes sure you're enjoying yourself - you cuddle that night, until the day is over

jaebeom - appears at your front door at 2 in the morning, holding your favourite type of cake - so you both fall asleep together and have cake for breakfast when you wake up - surprises you with taking you to the beach that morning to watch the sunrise - he wrote a little song for you, which you love very much, even though he was a bit shy - you tell him you love everything he'd done for you, and he tells you that you're one of the best things that ever happened to him

jackson - plans your birthday a month in advance - clears his schedule for you - gives you so many gifts, saying that even if he bought everything in the world, it still wouldn't manage to express how much he loves you- showers you with love and affection - happy because you're happy

jinyoung - makes time for you despite being busy - knows exactly how to make the day perfect - does everything he knows you'll love - takes you to all your favourite places - he'd known exactly what gift to get you, and it's something simple yet meaningful  

youngjae - has been planning a surprise party for weeks - gives you lots of gifts - "Look, Coco is wearing a tiny party hat for you," - he makes you laugh, and you make him laugh, and you're both essentially just a pile of laughter - at the end of the day, you're very happy and fall asleep in his arms - he tells you he loves you

bambam - pranks you by telling you he won't be able to make it because of GOT7 plans, but appears at your door the next morning holding a cake - wants it to be a perfect day, and has many things planned - makes you feel special - his gift to you is a ring/necklace/bracelet with his and your initials engraved in it - spends the night at your place ;)

yugyeom - takes you out for a date that afternoon, just the two of you - when you both get back home, the other members are there with a cake and start singing you happy birthday - he gives you a kiss after you blow out your candles - you love his gift even though he was a little shy about it and worried you might not like it - when the others are gone, you cuddle and he sings you to sleep

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[dalamjisung]

it’s an emergency! ❊ mark tuan

word count: 5147

genre: hospital!au, fluff

member: ER doctor!mark x clumsy!reader

description: what happens when a clumsy artist (literally) falls for the handsome ER doctor?

“We have three from a car crash coming in!” 

“Help! Someone help my husband please!”

“He’s crashing!”

The voices screaming around you mashed into one loud noise and you can’t help but flinch, holding your friend’s hand as tight as possible. You didn’t quite understand why you were at the Emergency Care Unit, but your friend insisted– you had taken quite a fall at your building’s stairs and although your felt fine, you hit your head hard enough to worry her. You also think this is her using you as an excuse to meet the people she refers to as her “future bosses.” As a med student, her dream was to work with the Emergency Surgical Team, and this might just be her chance to put her name out there.

“I don’t need to be here,” You whisper, flinching when someone else shouts. “Look at these people, Sora, they really need help! I’m fine! I can just sleep it off–”

“You’re not fine,” She says calmly, looking straight into your eyes, and you know she’s examining you. “You are dizzy and you vomited on your way over here. Chances are you have a concussion; and if I’m correct, which I always am, the last thing you can do is sleep.”

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Someone calls from behind you and you try to move fast enough to the nearest wall, but your body feels heavy and you are pretty sure you are sweating. You kind of walk, kind of fall on the wall and smile to the doctor that rushes past you, offering you a nod and nothing else.

“This is ridiculous,” Sora mutters. “We’ve been here for hours! Excuse me, my friend needs medical attention!”

“Everyone here needs medical attention, babes,” You chuckle and you start feeling sick with the atmosphere. The noise, the lights, the people; you just wanted to leave. You look at the old lady behind you, and she is oddly quiet for someone who looks like they’ve been crying. “Are you alright, ma’am?”

She shakes her head and points to her shoulder. “I fell.”

You nod, and you wait. It takes another thirty minutes until someone finally walks to you, clipboard and gauze in their arms.

“Hi, how can I help you?” The nurse asks, already pulling out her pen to start taking notes.

“Can I you check on that woman first?” You choke out. “I just heave a headache, but I think she’s in a lot of pain. I can wait.”

“Ma’am,” The nurse looks at you surprised. “I don’t–"

“I’m fine, really,” You mutter. “I can wait ten more minutes, it’s not a pro–“

Just as you are about to finish your sentence, a wave of nausea hits you and you have just enough time to lean over to the trash can, emptying anything you had left on you. 

“She hit her head,” You friend states firmly. “She needs help.”

“Nurse, go check on the other patient– I’ll take care of this one.”

You look up to see the same doctor as before. Blue scrubs, white coat, dark hair. He nods at you again, and proceeds to shine a light on your eyes. 

“What happened?” He asks, and as your vision returns to normal you look at the embroidery on his coat pocket. Mark Tuan. 

“She fell down the stairs,” Your friend says. “She seems to be okay besides the hit she took to the head.”

“How hard?”

“Hard enough that I could hear it.”

Dr. Tuan nods once again and you feel yourself getting anxious. Your breathing picks up and he notices it, but still no smile. No reassuring words. No nothing. 

“We’ll have to get a CT scan,” He says to a nurse passing by. “Prep her and send her to me after you’re done.”

It all happens a little too fast for you and the cold and dark imaging room freaks you out enough that you have a mild panic attack. You don’t know what is happening and no explained it to you, simply throwing you around as if you were nothing much, an object. The nurse can’t calm you down and when she offers you a sedative, you hold it in– the panic, the helplessness, the fear, everything. Scared that she’d refer you to the Psychiatric department, you comply silently to everything she says. You know you are not being rational; you know she’d never forcibly drug you unless you are a danger to yourself or others, but they have things to do and you feel incredibly intimidated and alone and you think that cooperating will make everything go faster. 

“It’s only a concussion, Y/N,” You whisper to yourself as you wait in another cold and dark room, your friend somewhere around the hospital looking for some food. “Stop being a goddamned coward.”

“Miss Y/L/N?” 

Your turn your head too fast and it hurts, but you push it down too. “Yes?”

“Follow me,” Dr. Tuan squints at you and, as he notices your struggle to get yourself moving, offers your his arm as support. You walk to a nearby office, where a nurse and another doctor wait inside. “This is Nurse Han and Dr. Park. He is from the Psychiatric department, and I called him here because there are some things I needed to clarify before proceeding with the diagnosis.”

“S-Sure,” You gulp. “What’s up?”

“It shows here,” Dr. Tuan says pointing to your file. “That this is the fourth time you’ve been here. This month.”

“That is correct,” You offer him a small smile. “Sorry about that– I know they are all minor injuries but–“

“No need to apologize,” And for the first time, you feel at ease, mainly because Dr. Tuan widens his eyes and something about it just makes him look soft. “No need to apologize at all. We just wanted to make sure that these injuries happened... naturally.”

“Uh, what do you mean?” You frown, confused. 

“What Dr. Tuan is trying to ask,” Dr. Park steps in, eyes piercing into your soul, looking for the slightest falter in your body language. “Is if you are having some trouble at home– with whomever you live with. We have resources at the hospital to help in cases of abuse and–“

“Abuse?!” You shriek. “No, no no no, not at all! I live by myself, I don’t even have a boyfriend! I’m just really clumsy.”

They all just stare at you, surprised with your outburst. 

“I swear I’m okay,” You smile. “I promise. It makes me really happy that the hospital cares for its patients like this, but I’m not suffering from any kind of abuse. I just can’t seem to be able to get the hang of basic human functions like walking down the stairs.”

“Well, in that case,” Dr. Park smiles and he looks relieved. “I’ll get back to my patients. See you later Mark. Miss.”

“Now that we got that cleared out,” Dr. Tuan coughs uncomfortably, his cheeks slightly blushed and you giggle a bit. “You’ll have to stay here for a few hours, Miss Y/L/N. We need to check on you from time to time just to be sure that your condition is stable. During that period, we’ll just ask that you stay awake and in case of pain we’ll give you some Ibuprofen. Thankfully, this is your first concussion and it was a mild hit, so you should be fine in a couple of hours. Nurse Han will take you to a a resting room, and we’ll let your friend know where you are. Any questions?”

“No, thank you,” You sound calmer and more relaxed now that you understand your situation. “Thank you Dr. Tuan.”

“Just doing my job,” He nods, and you nod too, understanding that you won’t get anything other than this. “I’ll check on you soon.”

                                                       —————————

The resting room has many beds and you feel slightly uncomfortable in there, trying your best to not make any noise so that you wouldn’t disturb other people. Your friend, on the other hand, chats the time away with some of the other patients, making them laugh their worries away. 

“You’ll be a great doctor one day,” You tell her once she’s done her round of jokes and is back by your side. “I am sure of it.”

“I hope so,” She smiles. 

“You calm people down,” You tell her. “I really wish someone would’ve calmed me down earlier.”

“I still can’t believe that nurse didn’t help you,” She grumbles. “She’d bad at her job.”

“Don’t say that,” You chastise. “She’s probably tired and overwhelmed with patients.”

“Everyone is, but that doesn’t mean you can slack on the job,” You find gives you a pointed look. “Dr. Tuan seems great though, even if he’s a bit too serious for my liking.”

“He is, isn’t her?” You giggle. “But that’s okay, he’s been really good to me.”

“Oh, I’m sure he has,” Sora wiggles her brows and you slap her shoulder playfully. “What? You can’t deny he’s handsome.”

“Never said he wasn’t,” Now you’re the one wiggling your brows. “But let’s all be professionals here. He is your future boss, after all.”

This leads Sora to talk about medial school and the hospital for a couple of hours, and she barely notices Dr. Tuan coming to check on you a few times. As time passed, you found yourself drawing on the back paper your found next to your bed. As an artist, this is a habit you developed during your college days, when you had to practice still life and movement for drawing class. Doodling makes the time pass faster and before you know it, you are being released. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t dying to get some sleep, but you were glad that you had proper medical attention, or else you’re not sure what would’ve happened. 

“Miss Y/L/N,” Dr. Tuan calls as you as putting your shoes. “Here; these for your headaches. You can’t take anything that contains Aspirin, but you should be good with just Ibuprofen. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to contact the hospital.”

“Thank you so much, Doctor,” You smile at him as your friend made sure to listen to every word carefully. 

“No problem,” He nods and looks at the bed you just got up from. “Wait, is that your chart?”

“My chart?!” You look back at the paper sheet you left on the bed, completely unaware of the similarities in between the man and the drawing. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t even realize it was something important!”

And you finally hear it– a laugh. Dr. Tuan’s eyes shine as he looks at the drawing, laughing in the process. 

“This is certainly something I want on file,” He smiles and you finally understand why he didn’t do it before. 

Mark Tuan just has one of those smiles that when it’s directed towards you, it makes you feel special. One smile from him and you already felt invincible. 

“Can I keep this?” He asks, giggling and oh my god you giggling too. You nod, smiling wide. “Can you sign it?”

You laugh at this and you feel as if the room stops, everyone looking at you guys’ interaction. Nurse Han has surprise written all over her face, and so does your friend. You give him the paper back and thank him once again. 

“Well, goodbye then,” You mumble. “I’ll make sure to contact the hospital in case I feel sick.”

“Please do,” He breathes out and is that a blush? “Goodbye.”

The drive home is ridiculously silent and it’s only after you enter your apartment, with your friend in tow, that she starts.

“What the fuck was that?!” She laughs out loud. “There was so much tension in that room, what the actual fuck?”

“You think so?” You ask nervously. 

“I know so!” Sora smiles, pointing at you. “You like that, huh? You have a crush on the doctor!”

“I mean…” You try to come up with an excuse but you know that there is no lying to her. “I mean, who doesn’t?! Have you seen him? He is so beautiful– and his smile! Oh my god, his smile, Sora–“

“Ha!” She exclaims. “I knew it! He is totally your type…”

“But am I his type?” You bite your lip, frowning over your childlike behavior. You just met him and you already have a crush on the cute doctor.

“Why don’t you call him and ask?” Sora winks and runs away before you can hit her with a pillow. 

Laughing, you go to your room to rest and finish some work. 

That wouldn’t be such a bad idea, though…

                                                      —————————

You call him three days later but not for the reason he thinks you are calling. Nurse Han runs around the Emergency Unit after him but what she doesn’t know is that Mark is running late because his alarm broke. So you sit in the waiting room, your friend panicking and it all feels weirdly familiar. 

“I am so sorry, but I think he’s not here yet,” She says looking around the empty room. Today is a very mellow day at the ER and it feels much better than the last time. “Ah, what should I do?”

“Uh, I am sure any doctor could help us,” You smile tightly, feeling your hands being crushed by your friend. “She’s in a lot of pain.”

“Where is the pain?” Nurse Han asks already testing for head injuries and finding none. “What happened?”

“Goddamned biker,” Sora says through gritted teeth. “Hit me.”

“She was crossing the road and a person riding a bicycle wasn’t paying attention and hit her,” You explain better. “I think she messed up her shoulder when she fell, so I brought her here.”

“Oh my,” Nurse Han inspects the bruises forming on Sora’s skin already and frowns. “Yeah, I think I can call our Physician if you’d like…”

“Nurse Han, what’s going on?” 

You turn around in time to see Doctor Tuan walking in the room and there is something about seeing him in casual clothing that made you want him even more. His blue sweater made his hair even darker and you don’t think you’ve ever been this attracted to someone before. 

“Y/N?” His shock is visible– and audible, since he doesn’t call you by your first name out of politeness. “Is everything okay? Are you experiencing any side effects? Headache? Dizziness? Let me take a look at you–“

“Wrong patient,” You smile, chuckling. “This time I’m here with my friend, she’s the one hurt.”

“Oh, thank god,” You hear him muttering before he’s composed again. He nods at her and you hold in your laughter. “I mean, not thank god, but I’m glad you’re not hurt... you get me. What’s wrong?”

“She had a collision with a biker and her shoulder seems to have been dislocated,” Nurse Han says and it takes him only some prodding and poking to nod in that familiar way. “Should I call Dr. Wang?”

“Please do,” Dr. Tuan says and then looks back at Sora. “I’ll pop your shoulder back, but you will need physical therapy after. Our attending physician is really good, so I’ll redirect you to him.”

“Oh my god this will hurt so fucki-“ Before she can finish her sentence, the shoulder is back in its place and you think she might have broken your hand. “Shit!”

“I’ll take you to Dr. Wang,” Nurse Han says and looks at you. “Would you like to accompany her?”

“Yes, please,” You smile and get up. Before leaving, you turn back to Dr. Tuan. “Excuse me, doctor?”

“Yes?” He asks eagerly. 

“Technically speaking,” You mutter, too embarrassed to look him in the face. “I’m not your patient anymore, right?”

“Uh, n-no,” He says, eyes wide. “Technically speaking, you’re not.”

“Oh, good,” You feel your palms starting to get sweaty and you rub them on your jeans. “Then–“

“GODDAMN IT!” You hear your friend screaming in pain and you jump from the scare, sighing in defeat. 

“Then I’ll see you later,” You smile tightly, knowing that you missed your chance. 

“Wait, Y/N,” He extends his hand, stopping you before you can turn around. “My lunch time is in a couple of hours, and I know that Jackson– I mean, Dr. Wang– takes his time examining his patients, so would you like to grab something to eat? I know the food here isn’t the best, but it’s better than not eating at all, y-you know? And as a recovering past patient, nutrition is very important so that you can maintain a healthy condition and have a smooth rest… and I could also check for any remaining side effects! I think–“

“I’ll see you then,” You laugh, winking at him as you leave to find your friend. “Dr. Tuan.”

Turns out Dr. Wang not only is best friends with Dr. Tuan, but he is also extremely attractive, and you wonder is it’s something about this hospital specifically– if you remember correctly, Dr. Park was also someone you’d call “attractive.”

“Okay, so this is not as good as it could be,” He smiles widely and you think you are blinded by his light. The contrasting personalities are crazy, considering how shy Mark’s smile is. Mark, you think, getting all giddy inside. I like calling him Mark. “But it’s also not as bad as it could be. We’ll have to work on it for about a month, twice a week, but you’ll be good as new once you’re done.”

“Sounds good, Doctor,” Sora smiles.

“Just to be sure, I’d like to get an X-Ray,” You nod, listening carefully. “It’s already lunch time, so I’m sure it’ll be quick. Nurse Kim can help you and bring you back.”

Then he looks at you. 

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Dr. Wang asks in a teasing tone, and smiles. “Dr. Tuan asked me take you to his office first, he wants to make sure you are well recovered.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, I’m sure I can find my way,” He nods and you wave goodbye. “I’ll be back to pick her up after.”

“I promise that I’ll take good care of your friend,” He laughs. “Now go.”

Finding Mark’s office was a little too easy and you blush a little as you enter, seeing him behind his desk, immersed on something on his computer. 

“Ah, Y/N,” He smiles that shy smile and you are so happy that he’s now comfortable enough to do that. “Come in, I’m just finishing some work.”

“I can come back if you want?” You hope you didn’t sound as disappointed as you feel. 

“Not at all, just give me a minute,” He motions to the chair and you sit in comfortable silence. “Okay, let’s take a look at that head.”

You recognize the procedures from before and he nods approvingly, tongue peeking out from his lips and you almost coo at how adorable he looked. 

“Everything looks great!” His eyes smile with him, this time, and you smile back. “You are officially recovered.”

You chatter animatedly in his office and lunch hour flies by. You feel a little guilty once you realize that you’ve taken all of his time to eat, knowing that hospital shifts are usually hectic and they don’t have much personal time, if any, so you insist you two walk to the vending machine where he can at least grab a snack.

“I’m really sorry, Mark,” You say for what feels like the millionth time. “I really don’t know what happened and–“

“Time flies by when you’re having a good time,” He says. “I’d say we were having a good time, Y/N.”

You are shocked with his boldness, but you nod, nonetheless. Just as you reach the machine, you see Sora and Dr. Wang talking and you wave them over. 

“Y/N,” Dr. Wang says excitedly. “Sora just told me about Saturday! You must be excited!”

“Uh,” You are taken aback with how friendly this man already was with you, but you smile anyways, enjoying the casualty of it all. “Yeah, I’m really excited…”

“What’s happening this Saturday?” Mark asks confused. 

“You guys talked all this time and you didn’t mention?” At that, you look at Sora with eyes that promised a lecture after. “It’s her art expo, dude. Sora invited us.”

“Did she, now, Dr. Wang?” You smile dangerously. 

“Oh, please, call me Jackson,” He laughs. “You’re not my patient.”

“You’re an artist?” Mark asks and you see the wheels turning in his head. “Actually, that makes a lot of sense… that drawing you made is really good.”

“The one on your desk?” Jackson asks with innocent eyes and mischievous smile.

“That one,” Mark deadpans. 

“I’m glad you like it,” You chuckle. “And yeah, I’m an artist. I hope you guys can make it to the exhibition, if you are not too busy with medical things…”

“We’ll be there!” Jackson promises and Mark nods. “Even if we’re late.”

“Promise?” You joke.

“Promise,” Mark says, and you know there and then, that he has no intention in breaking that promise.

                                                      —————————

The week passes without you seeing or even hearing from the handsome doctor. Sora, on the other hand, would see him every week, whenever he walked by to say hi during her therapy sessions or when Dr. Wang– Jackson– would talk about him. How those two think they are smooth goes beyond you, but with the exhibit coming up you couldn’t really accompany Sora to the hospital like she wanted you to, and you had to focus on the upcoming event.

“Are you nervous?” Sora asks as you two arrive at the gallery. This isn’t your first exhibit and she knows, having been there for all of them– you know what she’s talking about. 

“Yes,” You laugh, looking at around to see your work in every wall. It filled you with pride, to this day, every time you successfully finished a collection. “Oh my, I never felt this nervous before.”

“He’ll love it,” She whispers in your ear.

“How’d you know?” You ask, freaking out. “What if he’s not into art?”

“I doubt that,” Sora laughs and turns you around, to where Mark is standing with Jackson, pointing at the large painting. With them, two other men stand to the side, observing one of your few drawings. “Hey guys!”

You shush her as people start looking at you, them included. Their smiles could light up the room, and you think you might just tell your single friends to attend that hospital. 

“Y/N, congratulations!” Jackson shouts excitedly, hugging you tight. His friend, taller than the rest, face palms himself, pulling the doctor away from you.

“I’m sorry for him– sometimes he gets too excited and forgets about personal space,” His friend laughs. “Nice to meet you, I’m Yugyeom. I work with these idiots.”

“Oh, so both of you are doctors, too?” You ask impressed. 

“Yeah,” His friend nods. “I’m Jaebeom. I work in the Neurosurgery department, and this big baby here is with Pediatrics.”

“I’m Y/N, and this is Sora,” You shake their hands. “I hope you enjoy the exhibit!”

“Everything is beautiful, Y/N,” Mark finally speaks up. “Thank you for having us.”

“Thank you for coming,” You smile, inching closer. “It means a lot.”

Everything works out wonderfully; you sell a few paintings, the boys stay until the end, and you all end up in a bar nearby, celebrating a successful night. After a few drinks, you and Mark were flirting shamelessly. You both sat in front of each other and, ignoring everyone else, you two talked as if there wasn’t other four people in the table; and they also let you be, poking fun in between them, but never interrupting your chat. 

“You know,” Mark says taking a sip of his beer. “There was this one painting I saw tonight, and I was wondering if it had been sold.”

You laugh. “You want to buy my painting?”

“I do!” He defends himself, chuckling a bit. “It was colorful and peaceful at the same time; I loved it. Working in the Emergency Room can be, and usually is, a lot… you lose your faith in the world a bit. I think that if I have that painting in my office, it can help me relax and remember that there is a lot of good out there, too. You know which one I’m talking about? The one with light pink and dark blue and–”

“When’s your birthday?” You ask, suddenly. 

“In a couple of weeks, actually,” He squints at you. “Why?”

“Nothing,” You shrug, already texting the gallery’s manager to take that painting off the wall. She tells you she reserved it for you and you relax, knowing you can do something for this man that’s done a lot for you. 

“Did you just–“ 

“We gotta go,” Jaebeom calls. “There was a crash nearby and they need everyone on shift. Did everyone drink?”

They all nod, but get up anyways. 

“I drank a third of a beer, I’m good,” Mark says and his face is hard as stone. You sigh, knowing he’s back at doctor mode. “Were there kids involved?”

Jaebeom nods and Yugyeom pushes his cup away, putting his jacket in record time. 

“I’m really sorry,” Mark whispers to you as you all rush to pay the bill. “I wish I could drop you home but…”

“Hey, it’s okay,” You promise. “I completely understand; here, give me your phone.”

He does and you give him yours.

“Text me when you get home,” He begs, eyes sad.

“I will,” You smile, hoping to lighten the mood before he has to face more tragedies. “And you text me when you’re done, Doctor.”

“Will do,” He kisses your cheek and winks before running after his friends. 

Sora walks with you and promises to let you know once she’s home. Disappointed but overall happy, you change out of your fancy outfit in favor of your oversized sweatpants and sweatshirt. The TV is on but you can’t seem to focus on anything, always glancing at your phone in hopes of receiving a text. You understand that he’s probably really busy, being the head of the ER, so you try to not expect much, deciding that it’s better to not hope for anything then to get disappointed in the end. 

It’s around midnight that your phone shines, illuminating the dark room. Luckily, your insomnia kicked in and you were wide awake, replaying the events of the night over and over again, sometimes cringing at something you remember having said, or giggling at a face Mark made. Once the light of your phone washes the room, though, you forget all about the past hours and focus on the present, quickly unlocking your phone.

Mark: you promised you’d let me know once you were home >.<

He used an emoji. You couldn’t believe Mark Tuan, the stone faced doctor of the ER, used an emoji.

You: I’m sorry! I completely forgot!

You: Did you get off of work just now?

Mark: Yeah… I’m sorry if I woke you up

You: It’s okay, I wasn’t asleep

You: You must be really tired right now…

Mark: Not at all! We can talk more

Mark: If you’re not tired, that is!

You: Can you come over, then?

You: It’s an emergency!

And you are very aware that there are a thousand better words to use rather than “emergency,” especially with a doctor that spends his days performing surgery on emergency patients, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

Mark: Emergency??? What happened?

Mark: Are you feeling alright?

Mark: Send me your address, please!

Mark: Y/N!

You send him the address and for a second you almost feel guilty for setting him on a panic driven mission, but you console yourself with the hope that he’ll like the reward. It takes him exact seven minutes to make it to your house and you worry about him a little, knowing that on a good traffic day, it usually takes fifteen; however, you forget all about it when you see him at your door, hair messy and eyes wild. He is still wearing the clothes he had at the exhibit and you chastise yourself for changing into your sweats.

“Hey–“ You open the door a little bit but he gently pushes the rest of it open, walking in, and closing it with his feet. His hands are on your head instantly, searching for an injury. 

“What happened?” He asks and asks you to follow his finger with your eyes. “Do you feel sick? Did you get hurt again? How are you so clumsy, Y/N?”

Laughing, you hold both his hands and put them down, letting it go only when his arms are limp next to his body.

“I’m okay,” You say taking a step forward. It was now or never; you had to be brave. “It’s another kind of emergency.”

“W-what kind i-is it?” His stutter makes you smile, knowing you can break his stone face down. 

“Hm, the urgent kind,” Your lips graze his as you speak, and you think he stopped breathing. 

“If it’s that urgent why didn’t you call me before?” You can feel his confidence growing as one of his arms goes around your waist, and the other hand grabs the nape of your neck. 

“You were busy,” You know you sound lame but it’s true– you were afraid of messing up his work. 

“Never too busy for you,” And then he kisses you.

You think his kisses can be compared to his smiles; they are shy and gentle in the beginning, but once he gets comfortable, they are languid and familiar. They claim you in the most delicious of ways– your body, your mouth, your heart,– and all you can do is give; give everything he wants, even if that means giving your whole self. The things about Mark, though, is that although he takes it all, he gives his all, too; and you feel it, through the kiss, how much he wants to be yours. How much he wants you closer, and closer, and closer, until you’re pressed against your wall, trapped in his body.

You pull away first, laughing as he follows your mouth with his. 

“It’s late,” You whisper in between pecks. “Why don’t we go sleep?”

“Sleep?” He asks, blinking as if he never heard those words before.

“Or not,” You wink already walking to the bedroom. “Your choice, though you look like you have… an emergency.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” He groans and runs after you. “Get back here!”

Safe to say, you trip on your way down the hall. But it’s okay; you have your stone faced doctor with you. 

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hello lovelies! This is the first story of the General Hospital Series I’m doing for GOT7! How’d you like it? I have been falling in love with Mark more and more each day ❤️ leave your thoughts in the comment section, it means the world to know what you thin of my story :P love you all and thanks for the support!

[rebelliouslala]

Rebellious Reveal! -deactivated:(-

My biases:

☞︎ Ultimate: Dean, he’s a solo artist but still I love him I love him I love him and if you send me pictures of him I will fucking cry I miss him

☞︎ BTS- Jimin, bts is my first Kpop group to stan, -I’m so proud of him for the new album and his solo song ack@/!:&:!-

☞︎ GOT7- lil bias for Mark but like...they’re my crackhead group how can I NOT love them all 🥺

☞︎ NCT- oh dear here we go, Lucas is my ult out of all of them, then it’s the 95 line for 127, Jaeminnie for Dream, and the 99 line for WayV, but honestly I love all of the members

☞︎ Astro- Rockie, he’s such a baby and just hearing him giggle oh god I’m uwuing—

☞︎ EXO- Kyungsoo :( I miss him so much, but my bias wrecker is Suho :))

☞︎ Ateez- Hongjoong, but I also RLY like Mingi’s ? voice and personality, I don’t know all of the names of the members yet but I’ve been there since they debuted, I kinda lost track though but I’m trying my best to get more into them and maybe write fanfics I mean huh

☞︎ Stray Kids- Felix OR Jisung, I don’t know Stray Kids well but I do know their songs are bops and that Felix’s voice is so whoa 0.0 I’ll see if I can do more research so I can stan and produce more content -hopefully-

Favorite Concepts to Write:

❥Retro! 80’s, 90’s, this Neo Zone comeback for NCT killed me, but also I’m just so in love with blasts into the pasts fan fictions

❥Soulmates! that little renjun fluff piece is also just a part of me talking, someone to spend the rest of your life with, yes im a sucker for them :)

❥Fantasy! Lions and tigers and bears and princesses with vampires, I love making new worlds and universes with magic, the wilder the better because it’s so :DD

random:

♕ I go by Dee or Lala! she/her

♕ a Libra moon, sun and Aquarius rising!

♕ I know mostly English and very little Spanish. I’m trying to relearn Mandarin or 我学和説漢語

♕ I’m a Hufflepuff :D

♕ I like both fire and water bending, I relate to both aspects since I am often lead emotionally before rationally.

♕ I am also an anime fan, a Genshin player and a part of a lot of fandoms. I watch JJK, Haikyu, MHA, Death Note and some more. Maybe some hcs or small drabbles?

♕ I rly like jelly belly beans, watermelon to be specific

♕ I have a cat named Bubbles!

♕ I am an ambivert, so ENFP, and INFP!

♕ I’m still in my Greek mythology phase I actually love writing them catch me writing some aus

♕ I got into Kpop by my friend showing me Jimin’s abs

♕ I fricking love penguins

♕ My favorite cartoon character is hello kitty and tuxedo sam!

♕ i love blue

My Rules:

I can do fluff, angst, and SUGGESTIVE pieces. I am not a perfect writer, I will happily take criticism. I write romance stories, (reader x member), if requested (member x member) and universes!!

Please feel free to ask away and request!!

[ahgasescenarios]

Feel So Good

A/N: Hey guys, I'm sorry I've been on such a hiatus lately. I've been busy all summer and didn't really have any free time to write. I was also having kind of a hard time coming up with ideas, but I'm back! I wrote this very quickly so I'm sorry if it's not as good as my previous works. I hope you still enjoy it though. It feels good to write again so I'll try to do it more often for you guys:) Much love 

Word Count: 1004

Genre: Smut

Plot summary: When your boyfriend Jaebum forgets your anniversary together, you decide to pay him a visit. When you do so, you realize he had never forgotten and keeps surprising you during the day. He keeps the best surprise for last and the both of you enjoy it equally.

  Your eyes wandered over the bold characters in an attempt to grasp some kind of meaning, in vain. You had been trying to read a book for half an hour already, but your mind was elsewhere. It was you and your boyfriend Jaebum's anniversary today, yet he seemed to have forgotten. You had been waiting for his call all day which in fact, never came.

It had been enough wait for one day, so you decided to take matters into your own hands and show up at his apartment. You hopped in your car and went down the oh-so-familiar road. Your finger pressed gently on the doorbell. The door opened on an unsettled Jaebum.

"Y/n, what are you doing here?"

"Did you forget what day it is Jaebummie?"

"What? Of course not. I was actually trying to surprise you."

Your face fell at the reply.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, my mistake."

You looked down in shame. A smile spread to your boyfriend's lips as he lifted your chin to see your face. He intertwined his fingers with yours and led you inside his apartment.

He had already planned the whole day ahead of time, sharing his plan little by little throughout the day. It started with a romantic walk on the beach, a dinner at a fancy restaurant and endless loving gestures which you were so fond of.

You were currently heading back to his place since the both of you were tired and needed some rest. His hand was laced with yours and you looked outside with a certain glimpse in your eyes. Your boyfriend opened the door for you like a perfect gentleman, making you blush in the process. You headed in, trailing behind your boyfriend. Back in his apartment, he walked towards you with a mischievous look in his eyes. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"Baby I have to run a quick errand for Yugyeom, but there's a present waiting for you on my bed. I want you in it when I get back, can you do that for me love?"

You gulped in anticipation and muttered a faint "yes".

"What was that?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Now that's my good girl."

His lips softly kissed your forehead before he left.

You waited for the door to close before tiptoeing to his bedroom. The sight of what laid before you made you gasp in both surprise and excitement.

Before you laid a gorgeous set of lingerie, in your favorite color with tiny diamonds scattered here and there. You quickly tried on the new clothing and found the fabric to hug your curves to perfection. The bra didn't cover much, showcasing your cleavage. The panties were high-waist and kissed your skin impeccably.

You made your way to the bathroom in order to see the final result. You applied a touch of makeup to suit the look better. You combed your hair as well and nodded afterward, satisfied with yourself.

A few minutes later, you heard the door unlock and footsteps coming in your direction. You got up hastily and tried to take a sexy pose, even if you weren't too sure how. Jaebum's mouth dropped when he walked in, eyeing you hungrily. He licked his lips at the view.

In no time, his hands were on you and he pushed your hair away for better access to your neck. He pressed soft kisses to your skin, making you throw your head back.

"You. Look. Amazing. Kitten.", he muttered in between kisses.

 Seeing you bite your lip at his words made Jaebum harsher as he sucked on your skin. You moaned at the change in his approach and he pinned you against the wall. His hands grasped your waist needily.

"The things you do to me babygirl."

 His mouth crashed on yours, trapping you in a heated kiss. His hands moved all over your skin, eager for more skin-to-skin contact.

"Now I do love that ensemble on you, but I'd much prefer it on the floor right now."

You obeyed with a smirk, making a show out of undressing. His composure had visibly shifted from sweet Jaebum to controlling and demanding Jaebum. He pushed you on the bed in your nakedness as you giggled under him.

"Ooh baby, it won't be funny for long."

He took off his own clothes and you gulped seeing his member growing. He smirked as he started kissing down your body, his fingers entering you spontaneously. A gasp escaped your mouth and he started pumping his fingers under you, giving you no time to adjust. You started shaking under his touch, feeling closer and closer to your release. You looked up at him for approval.

"Cum for me y/n."

You complied and reveled in your exhilarating release. You barely had time to recover as he started licking your juices, blowing air on your core just to tease you. He continued his sweet torture until you reached your second orgasm, coming undone beneath him.

"Daddy, I don't think I can bear another one."

He kissed your forehead gently.

"Just one more, baby."

He stroked his erection a few times before sliding a condom onto himself. He entered you in a swift motion, making you moan. This time, he gave you time to adjust to his size before rocking his hips. Each thrust hit your spot and he kept going relentlessly.

"Daddy, I'm close."

"I know, I want you to moan my name as you cum. To remind you that no one can make you feel this good except me."

Your orgasm washed over you and Jaebum's name escaped your lips followed by profanities. Jaebum kept thrusting into you until he reached his peak. As you rode out both your highs, you laid your head on Jaebum's chest. His fingers started stroking your hair as both of your breaths started going back to normal.

"I should buy you more lingerie."

You laughed and looked into his eyes lovingly. What a great way to bring the day to an end.