#Got7fanfic

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Can I see you tonight?

“You are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?”

The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. “You cried so much because of that man-whore and now you’re going to his place? What is wrong with you?”

Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. What’s your motive?”

You sighed in defeat. “See, I thought about that, too. It’s true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but I’m not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I… I miss him. And I haven’t heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what he’s got to say to me. Can’t you understand that?”

Your friend sighed in annoyance. “What are you wearing?”

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

“Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. “Oh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?”

You gulped, not saying a word. “What are you wearing underneath?”

It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. “Red lacy thong..”, you mumbled. “And?” You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldn’t see it. “No bra.”

“Y/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and you’re thinking of fucking his dick?”

Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasn’t all wrong but she wasn’t all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him – anything really that would make him regret dumping you.

You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.

“Listen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isn’t saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe I’ll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe I’ll use him just like he used me… It’s been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, it’s not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.”

You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. “Jaebeom, please don’t make me regret this.”

His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.

“JB?”

He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didn’t make it on time. “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you. Come on in!”

You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually – black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. “Fuck”, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.

“Did you eat? I cooked for us.” He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. “I made you tteokbokki. It’s your favorite, right?”

You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. “Is it good?” You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, but it’s so fucking spicy!” He sprinted over to you immediately. “Oh, let me extinguish the heat then.” And with that he kissed you – sweetly and innocently.

You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. “Come on, let’s eat.” You barely touched your food – not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up ‘til now you only talked about irrelevant things – what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.

He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.

“What?”

“Sorry, I, I thought this would be easier but it’s not.. It’s hard for me actually.”

You were confused. “What is?”

He grinned embarrassed. “Seeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that I’m actually seeing you it’s so hard.” He gulped nervously.

A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldn’t go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.

“I wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasn’t in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.”

He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?

You stood up and re-positioned yourself – on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeom’s eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.

“I had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.”

You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. “Different how?”

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

“You were one of a kind. You still are.”

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

“I had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my… worst.”

The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.

“Listen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldn’t live up to you. I wasn’t the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didn’t deserve to be with you.”

You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?

His honesty caught you off guard.

„I knew that you wouldn‘t let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did you…?” He paused for a brief moment. “Did you forget about me?”

You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldn’t help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. “I tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I… I always thought about you.”

You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. “Funny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.”

You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. “What changed? Why now?”

Jaebeom’s fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. “I wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.” He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. “I got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that I’m bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.”

He looked at you nervously. “Will you let me, y/n?”

You chuckled in relief, as well. “Of course, you idiot. Of course, I will.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.

“I will make it up to you, y/n.” Kiss. “I missed you so fucking much.” Kiss. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Kiss. “What did I do to ever deserve you?” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Kiss. “I won’t fuck up this time.” Kiss. “I promise”. Kiss.

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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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Phoenix Aurora Chapter 3 (Got7 Jinyoung X OC)

For a long moment, the entire main hall was completely silent. Court officials stared at each other, as did the other princes besides Jinyoung and Jaebeom. 

Had they just heard her right?

The Empress had chosen not one the princes that were known for their swordsmanship or their archery abilities, nor had she chosen any of the princes that had already made a name for themselves in court.

Instead, she had chosen the gentle, scholarly Fifth Prince?

Jinyoung stared at the Empress, shocked to the core. He was the last person he had ever expected her to choose. Surely, she had made a mistake. Too much alcohol perhaps? And yet, here she was, standing right in front of him with a small smile on her face that made it clear there would be no questioning her choice. For once, even the king was flabbergasted.

“Your Majesty...what did you just say?” He asked. Jang Soyoung turned and looked at him, an unperturbed smile on her face.

“I said,” She replied, “I would like to marry the fifth prince, Park Jinyoung.” Her dark, steady gaze narrowed, sending a shiver down Jinyoung’s back.

“I do not wish to repeat myself a second time.” She added firmly. The king slowly composed himself and then hesitated before speaking.

“But Your Majesty…” He said carefully, “Jinyoung is...simply a scholarly boy. He is intelligent, that is true, but he is neither an experienced politician nor a brilliant fighter. Why do you want to marry him?” Jang Soyoung thought for a moment before smirking.

“That is true.” She said, “He is none of the things that someone would expect to see in a person I choose to be prince consort. However…” She reached up and tapped her head.

“I do not need a warrior as a husband.” She stated, “If that was the case, I would have married someone from Yuan and arranged for a union between our countries a different way. What I need is someone with his intelligence, who can stand by my side with unwavering loyalty. Park Jinyoung has exactly what I need.” Jinyoung shot a pleading look at Jaebeom, and then his father, but he could tell that both were at a loss. It was clear the Empress had already made up her mind. There was nothing that could be done. 

“King of Goryeo.” Jang Soyoung raised an eyebrow, “I recognize he is one of your two precious sons born of the late queen. However, you cannot coddle him within the Goryeo boundaries forever.” The king swallowed hard and slowly nodded.

“I understand.” He said, “If it is Jinyoung that Your Majesty wishes to marry, then it will happen. I am sure he will live a good life in Yuan.” Jang Soyoung smiled and bowed politely.

“Of course.” She replied, “I thank you, King of Goryeo, for allowing me to marry your precious son.” Jinyoung fell back into his chair, his legs going weak.

It was the most impossible of results, and yet, here it was. 

He was going to marry the Empress of Yuan.

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The rest of the banquet passed by without any issues, but Jinyoung barely noticed time going by. Although bewildered by the whole mess, the court officials came to congratulate him on the upcoming marriage. Jaebeom, thankfully, moved quickly to intercede the cups of wine offered from the court officials, allowing Jinyoung to think through the matters with a clear mind.

The more Jinyoung thought about it, the more the whole matter didn’t make sense to him. What had the Empress seen in him? What had he done that had caught her attention by the time half the banquet was over, that had made her so certain she wanted to marry him? No, it couldn’t possibly be based on the banquet alone. The way the empress looked at him, the certain smile on her face...it all made Jinyoung think back to the girl at the teahouse earlier that day. And so, as the banquet came to a close and the guests retired to their rooms, Park Jinyoung made up his mind.

Sitting here wondering isn’t going to get me any answers.

After asking around for a short while, Jinyoung made his way directly to the Empress’s guest chambers. Unfortunately, he was promptly blocked at the door by two guards, who refused to move even when he made his identity clear.

“What’s going on?” Her voice, the clear authoritative tone, rose from inside the closed doors. Glaring at the guards, Jinyoung called out loudly in response.

“The Fifth Prince Park Jinyoung requests an audience with Her Majesty!” He called out. There was a long silence, then a soft laugh came from inside.

“Let him in.” 

The guards promptly moved aside, and Jinyoung swiftly made his way inside the guest chambers. He didn’t think of himself as a rash person; growing up in the palace had taught him to think three times before he did anything. But this time, he needed answers, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got them when his future was on the line. 

He could see the Empress sitting on her bed behind a delicate paper screen as he entered, and he promptly stopped in his tracks to maintain propriety. 

“My apologies, Your Majesty.” Jinyoung said quickly, “I did not realize you were preparing for bed.” Her soft laugh, like windchimes blowing in the night breeze, fluttered from behind the screen. 

“Not to worry, Fifth Prince.” She replied, “I was simply preparing for a night walk through the palace. However, it seems like you have an urgent matter you need to discuss with me.” Jinyoung hesitated for a brief moment, then charged forward with his question.

“My apologies if I am being too frank.” He said, “But why does Your Majesty want to marry me?” There was a brief moment of silence, and then the empress laughed again. Slowly, she rose from her seat and stepped out from behind the thin paper screen. Jinyoung stared for a brief moment, a hot flush rising to his cheeks. In the short time since the banquet had ended, the empress had changed into a thinner lilac and white gown, one far simpler than the elaborate dress she had worn for the banquet. The silky fabric fell smoothly down her body, hugging her waist and showing off her well toned figure. The elaborate headdress had be replaced instead with soft purple flowers and two intricate hairpieces that matched her dress. It was far from a nightgown, and she had pulled a cloak on over the dress, but Jinyoung had never been this close with a woman dressed in anything short of full formal attire.

“Is that all this is about?” Empress Soyoung asked, drawing Jinyoung out of his daze, “You rushed all the way into an unmarried woman’s room late at night to ask something I already answered?” Jinyoung cleared his throat loudly in an attempt to clear his mind.

“That is...I need more answers than that.” He said, “Your Majesty, as my father said, I am neither a warrior nor a politician. I cannot help you in your conquests nor can I help you in court. What is it that you like about me?” The Empress tilted her head slightly and looked at him for a long moment before smiling ever so slightly.

“Indeed, you are not a warrior.” She replied, “But I am. A warrior doesn’t need a warrior by her side. To put two strong warriors together only calls for disaster. And if you want to learn, I can still teach you in the future.” 

“But I am not well versed in Yuan politics, nor do I know anything about Yuan that would be helpful as prince consort!” Jinyoung protested. The Empress laughed and stepped closer to him, and on instinct, Jinyoung took another step back.

“You will learn quickly.” She replied, “You are an intelligent man, are you not?” 

“I’m only a scholar!” Jinyoung countered, “Simply a scholar! I’d rather spend my entire day sitting and reading in the library!” Empress Soyoung chuckled and shook her head.

“Fifth Prince, do not underestimate yourself so much.” She said, “You are not simply a scholar. You are observant, careful, astute, and think quickly on your feet. Those are the qualities that I need in a husband.” Something cold bumped up against Jinyoung’s back, and with a start he realized that at some point, he had backed directly into the cold stone wall that lined the guest chambers. He spluttered for something to say as Jang Soyoung gazed intently at him.

“Is there anything else you would like to ask, Fifth Prince?” She asked coolly, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that they were merely inches apart. Jinyoung swallowed hard, his throat going dry.

“I barely said a word all night.” He said, “How did Your Majesty see all those qualities in me?” The Empress raised an eyebrow, then laughed at the question. Jinyoung gulped as she stretched out her hand next to him and pressed it against the wall behind him, bringing her even closer to the young prince’s face. 

“Whoever said this was the first time we met?” She replied, “Little poet.” Jinyoung’s eyes widened as he took in what she was saying. 

So I wasn’t imagining that deja vu!

“Your Majesty...you...you were at the teahouse?” He spluttered, “What were you doing there?” The corner of Jang Soyoung’s lips turned up in a small smirk, and suddenly Jinyoung felt once again like he was watching a little wildcat. 

And once again, the cat’s target was him.

“Did Your Highness not say that I would only choose the best to be my other half?” She responded instead, “Then trust that you are the best, and stop asking so many questions.” His heart hammering in his chest at their proximity, Jinyoung could only nod.

“Y-yes. I understand.” He spluttered, at a loss for words. On his way here, he had thought of a hundred different arguments to convince the empress not to marry him. But no matter what he said, she had an immediate counterargument to stop him in his tracks. 

The message was clear: Jang Soyoung was not taking no for an answer.

Sensing there was nothing more he could say, Jang Soyoung pulled away at last.

“If Your Highness is finished, I will be taking my walk now.” She declared, and walked out of the guest chambers as if nothing had ever happened. Jinyoung watched her go, his jaw dropping as he slowly took in all that had just happened.

Just what is this woman?

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“Just who is this woman?” Jinyoung’s angry voice echoed across the room as he paced across the Crown Prince’s chambers, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.

“Just what sort of woman is she?” He said to no one in particular, “I couldn’t get in a single word with her! I’ve never seen a woman this stubborn, this intent on one thing before! What am I, her prey? What sort of woman just declares someone is going to be her husband and expects him to accept it!” Jaebeom chuckled and rose to his feet, his gentle hands pulling Jinyoung to a stop.

“Brother, brother, calm down.” He said, “You are going to wear a hole in the floor at this rate.” Jinyoung huffed angrily.

“Hyung-nim!” He protested, “I don’t want to marry her!”

“I know, I know.” Jaebeom said soothingly, “But if she is the girl from the tea house, didn’t you find her intriguing?” Jinyoung huffed again.

“That was then, and this is now!” He stated, “I found her straightforwardness interesting, and at that point she did pose a fun challenge to me. But this is completely different! Just because I found that one experience interesting doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind marrying her!” Jaebeom patted Jinyoung on the shoulder gently.

“I know, I know.” He said again, “You like to take things slowly when it comes to women. To have someone just walk up and declare you will marry her is completely opposite to what you wanted.”

“Exactly!” Jinyoung replied with a little angry stomp on the floor. 

“But think about it this way,” Jaebeom said, “Perhaps she is precisely the type of woman you need. She is the complete opposite of you, but sometimes that is the best pairing someone can ask for.”

“No!” Jinyoung insisted with a growl, “I know she isn’t the right match for me! And now I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life in a different country with a woman I couldn’t possibly love!” Jaebeom clapped a hand over Jinyoung’s mouth, his gentle gaze narrowing in a second.

“Quiet.” He scolded, “Don’t let anyone hear you say that. Everyone of course acknowledges you and the empress don’t love each other, but who knows what trouble will be created if you say it that loudly?” Of course Jinyoung understood what his brother was talking about. There was no way he and the empress felt anything for each other, but if he made it too obvious, it would become a weakness for others to exploit for their ulterior motives. Who knew what rumors would start spreading if he was too vocal about the matter? It was safest to keep his head down and follow the prearranged path. 

Like it or not, he would have to go to Yuan.

“Look at things this way, Brother.” Jaebeom suggested, ‘It could be much worse. At the very  least, you must admit she is beautiful.” Jinyoung thought for a moment about the comment, and had to admit the Crown Prince was right. Slowly, he found his mind wandering back to the way he had seen Jang Soyoung last, dressed in a soft lilac dress with flowers in her hair. If he hadn’t known better, he would have thought she was a nobleman’s daughter who had befriended one of his sisters. Somehow, his mind also wandered back to the way she had leaned close to him, her face inches from him as she spoke, the soft scent of floral perfume floating off her long flowing hair as her pink lips turned up slightly in the faintest of smiles…

“Jinyoung?” Jaebeom’s voice drew him back to the present, and he blinked in confusion as he saw his brother staring at him.

“What?” He asked, realizing he had frozen in place.

“You’re blushing.” Jaebeom replied, poking at Jinyoung’s cheeks, “Are you thinking of the empress?” Jinyoung cleared his throat and turned away in embarrassment, flapping a hand at his cheeks at a futile attempt to calm himself.

Where is my mind going?

“So what if she’s beautiful?” He replied, trying to pull the conversation back on track, “It doesn’t mean I’ll have to like her.” Jaebeom chuckled knowingly.

“So you were thinking of the empress.” He affirmed, playfully giving him a shove on the shoulder. Jinyoung huffed, feeling his cheeks grow hot again. 

“That’s enough for tonight!” He declared, “I’m tired! I’m going to bed!” With that, Jinyoung rushed out of the Crown Prince’s quarters before Jaebeom could say anything, and hurried off into the night.

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Elsewhere, Jang Soyoung stood in the royal garden, her hands trailing lightly over a large pink flower that glimmered in the moonlight.

“My Lady.” Hyojun said quietly from her side, but didn’t say anything else. Jang Soyoung smiled faintly.

“Go ahead and ask.” She said, “You also want to know why I chose the Fifth Prince, don’t you?” 

“Indeed, My Lady.” Hyojun replied, “He is the most unassuming prince, the one few people think of as being a powerful player in court. Don’t you need someone strong and powerful to stay by your side?” Soyoung smiled and tsked softly.

“Hyojun, I thought you, out of all people, would understand my choice.” She said. Hyojun dipped his head.

“I’m sorry, My Lady.” He said quietly. Soyoung laughed softly and shook her head.

“It is because he is unassuming, it is because he is the least likely choice that I chose him.” She replied, “All the court officials were constantly wondering who I would pick as prince consort, wondering which powerful player I would bring into the fight to hold onto my throne. You know they were all preparing to fight against the strongest possible player I could have chosen. And yet, Park Jinyoung is someone they are not prepared to face. His strengths lie not in his backing, or his physical strength, but in his intellect. And that is something nobody but himself can control. That is the type of man I need by my side.” A smile turned up the corner of her lips as she continued walking.

“And besides...he is the first person to have held my attention for so long.” Soyoung mused softly, “The way he speaks, the way he recites his poems, the way he smiles...I’ve never been so attracted to one man before.”

“My Lady holds affection for the Fifth Prince already?” Hyojun asked, sounding skeptical. Soyoung laughed and poked her guard lightly on the forehead.

“Look at you, speaking as if you have so much experience with love.” She teased, then shook her head.

“It is too soon to say if there is affection.” She said, “Rather, right now I’d say if I need someone from Goryeo to stand by my side for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t mind it being him.” Hyojun didn’t respond, and Soyoung turned to see her guard looking perplexed. Shaking her head, knowing that he hadn’t quite followed, she turned back and continued on her way through the royal garden. Her mind wandered back to the Fifth Prince’s wide eyed gaze as she leaned closer to him in her chambers, her eyes narrowed and making it clear she was not going to be accepting any of his protests. His cheeks had been flushed, giving off an impression of an innocent puppy. Holding back a soft laugh, Soyoung smiled as she continued on her walk.

How cute.

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The days between the Empress’s announcement and the day Jinyoung would depart for Yuan with her went by in the blink of an eye, and before he knew it, he was standing outside the palace as the servants loaded the last of their luggage into one of the caravans. Jinyoung gazed up at the palace he had spent his entire life living in. He had never imagined one day that he would be married out of the palace, much less marrying off to a country far away. All of a sudden, he understood how foreign princesses felt in the moments before they left their home to be married to princes and emperors in other countries. Swallowing hard, he turned and looked at his father and brothers, who had come to send him off along with Yugyeom and Youngjae. 

“Father, please take care of yourself.” He said, “I will write home often.” The king nodded and squeezed Jinyoung on the shoulder.

“Take care of yourself in Yuan.” He said, “Remember that you are a foreigner in their country. You must acclimate yourself to their rules and way of life as quickly as possible.” Jinyoung nodded. 

“I will do my best to maintain peace between our countries.” He assured.

“Write to me if you need anything.” Jaebeom said, “I will try my best to answer you quickly.” Jinyoung nodded.

“Please take care of yourself, hyung-nim.” He said, “I leave Father in your care.” Jinyoung took a few steps back, then dipped into a formal bow, his hands trembling slightly as they touched the warm stone ground in front of him.

“I will not disappoint you, Father, Brother.” He promised. Jinyoung rose to his feet, turned, and entered the carriage that was waiting for him. Normally, he would have chosen to ride on a horse, but the journey to the center of Yuan territory was too time consuming and arduous to complete on horseback. Empress Soyoung was already waiting for him inside the carriage, having said her goodbyes to the king before Jinyoung. Dressed in a light aqua green dress, she was the epitome of calm and poise, her slender fingers holding a book calmly in front of her. Jinyoung knew, however, that she hadn’t truly been reading while he said his goodbyes.

“Were you eavesdropping?” He asked. 

“And if I was?” She replied coolly, “Even if I tried, I couldn’t have avoided hearing things.” 

“Are you always this calm with everything?” Jinyoung asked, unable to hold back his curiosity, “You are currently sitting in a carriage with a man you’ve barely known for more than a week.” Jang Soyoung’s gaze rose lightly above the top edge of her book, her dark gaze sending a slight shiver down Jinyoung’s back. The look in her eyes made it clear she would tolerate no nonsense.

“As opposed to what?” She replied, “Gushing like a child over your goodbyes with your family? Squealing over how excited I am about the upcoming wedding? Park Jinyoung, I am not your average woman.”

“That’s not what I meant-” Jinyoug began, but cut off as he heard Im Hyojun, the empress’s personal guard that he had seen at the teahouse and the banquet, call out from his place at the front of the group of travelers.

“Set off!” He called, and the carriage jolted slightly as the horses began moving. Jinyoung quickly pulled back the curtain covering the window in the side of the carriage, and waved to his friends and family as the carriage pulled away. Jang Soyoung sighed as the carriage turned the corner and the castle disappeared into the distance.

“It’s not like you won’t see them again.” She said, “You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.” Jinyoung glanced over at her, but bit his tongue to keep himself from lashing out at the empress.

It’s easy for her to say! She’s not the one who’s marrying into a foreign nation!

“You can come back to Goryeo once a year to visit if you’d like.” The empress stated suddenly, startling Jinyoung from his thoughts. He frowned and peered suspiciously at the empress.

“Really?” He asked. Jang Soyoung scoffed softly, closing the book in her hands with a soft thwack.

“I am not a tyrant, Park Jinyoung.” She said firmly, “You are going to be my husband, not an exotic pet I have to keep locked up. I have no reason to keep you separated from your family forever.” Jinyoung hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

“Thank you.” He said begrudgingly, “Truly.” 

“Mm.” Jang Soyoung replied. The engaged couple sat for a few moments in awkward silence before the empress reached for a stack of papers that had been sitting next to her and handing them to Jinyoung.

“Here. Read these on our way to the capital.” She said. Jinyoung looked at the papers skeptically.

“What are they?” He asked. 

“Some basic information about our court, the names and pictures of the highest ranking court officials and information about them, the most important members of the royal family, and things like that.” Jang Soyoung replied, “It’s all information that will be useful in the future.” Jinyoung raised an eyebrow.

“You want me to have all of this down by the time we get to Yuan?” He asked, “Do you realize that this is information you spent your life learning?” Jang Soyoung smiled, fixing her unwavering gaze on him.

“You are the most intelligent man in Goryeo.” She said, “Surely you can learn it all, right?” Jinyoung swallowed hard, then bit back the protests that were rising in his chest. In the blink of an eye, the empress had managed to put his reputation and intelligence on the line, all based on a stack of flimsy paper! If he didn’t manage to even memorize such basic information, both he and Goryeo would surely lose face. 

“Fine.” He said, “Very well.” The couple sat in silence as they traveled, the only sound in the carriage the sound of pages flipping as Jinyoung read through the materials the empress had given him. His fingers stilled as he reached the middle of the stack, his gaze pausing on the person drawn on the paper. The person was an austere looking man with cold serious eyes, his lips pressed together in a thin line that gave off the impression of being cold and ruthless. Jinyoung’s gaze traveled over to the name written on the side of the paper.

Temur Qayisan...Korean name Jang Jaewon. 

Jang Soyoung looked over as she noticed Jinyoung’s fingers still, and scoffed softly.

“I see you’ve found my Uncle, the Grand Preceptor.” She stated. Jinyoung raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.

“Your Uncle?” He repeated.

“Mm.” The empress replied, “Do me a favor and try to stay away from him.” Jinyoung frowned in confusion.

“But why?” He asked, “I’ve long heard that he is a powerful player in court.” Jang Soyoung looked thoughtful for a moment before smiling mysteriously and simply shaking her head.

“Just...avoid him if you can.” She repeated. Jinyoung looked back down at the drawing in his hand, confused as ever about what the empress was talking about.

Jang Jaewon...just who are you?

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Khanbaliq, Yuan Territory

The sound of birds chirping could be heard in the royal garden of the Mongol palace. The soft sounds of the rushing man made stream bubbled in the air, the soft spots of color that were butterflies dancing across the carefully tended flowers. In a pavilion near the middle of the royal garden, a tall man in mahogany red robes stood watching over the scene, his hands clasped behind his back. As he stood  there, a figure dashed up to him and bowed.

“News has just arrived.” The newcomer said, “The empress is on her way back from Goryeo, and she is bringing one of the princes with her.” The man in the pavilion chuckled softly.

“So one of the Goryeo boys did catch her eye after all.” He said, “Find out which prince she is going to marry. I need complete information on the future prince consort.” 

“Yes Sir!” The soldier said, and dashed off into the distance. As the man left, Jang Jaewon smiled ever so slightly. 

Little niece...I wonder which prince managed to catch your eye.

[amithecool1yet-blog]

Just one look. (Mark Tuan Fanfic) EDITING/UPDATING (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/zood3hwUI8 "Of course you were just a fan.. not really much of anyone special just an ordinary young adult, who works, school and dance. But when you go to your first Got7 concert everything seemed to change, with just one look. " *I would like to give a little apology to those who actually read this story i'm sorry for being such a poopy person, i'm honestly not the most creative at all and i loved where this story was going than i just completely have lost where i was even going with it at all. i will try my best to keep it going cause i love it. Just having a hard time thinking of what to do with it. ** Please , this is my very first fanfic I'm super unsure where this is going. I'm thinking of some ideas. Please enjoy reading this. If it sounds similar to any of the others you have read I'm not copying in any way shape or form.

[tuanhood]

Hello hello!!!! Mark+pasta hehe

inspired by me waiting in line for my favorite london pasta place... minus the fight and minus mark :( 

Cracking your knuckles, you looked at the time on your phone. 

How had only 15 minutes passed since the last time you checked? 

Maybe it had been a foolish idea to wait in line during your lunch break to attempt to get a table for one of the most popular pasta places in town, but now it was too late and you had committed. 

Luckily you had the opportunity to take a rather longer lunch break today, so you weren’t too concerned about time. However, you were concerned with the loud noises coming from your stomach. 

“I know dude, it was ridiculous!” 

The only other thing you were concerned with was the loud guy behind you. When you were hungry, you became a lot more irritable and the man’s phone call which seemed to have lasted 15 minutes was getting on your last nerve.

“I’m not sure... But I’m sure you can make it before I get my table.” 

At this, you find yourself even more annoyed and turn around quickly to be met with gaze for the first time. 

He was surprisingly... not annoying looking.  

“You know there’s other people behind you, right? Who have been waiting for a long time... Your friend can’t just come and cut the line.” 

The man looks at you confused, his phone still pressed to his ear, “hey man I think I’m gonna have to call you back...” the person on the other side of the phone says something and the man sighs, “yeah I’ll explain later... I think I’m about to get into a fight in this pasta line... for some reason?” 

With a final goodbye, he hangs up the phone and looks at you dumbfounded, “uh what’s the issue?” 

“Well...” you paused waiting for him to say his name. 

“Mark.” 

“Well Mark, you see I overheard your little conversation - actually scratch that, it wasn’t little at all, considering the fact that it’s lasted over 15 minutes - and you can’t just let your friend cut in line when we’ve all been waiting here.” 

Mark massaged his temples and shut his eyes tightly, truly trying to understand what the problem is. The last thing he thought would happen today was getting into an argument with an attractive woman over a queue for an Italian restaurant. He hadn’t even worn his nice oversized t-shirt.

“Why does that matter to you? You’re in front of me. It’s not like if he did cut, it would change your place in line.” 

“This has nothing to do with me, it has to do with the overall injustice when it comes to line etiquette. I’m a lawyer you know.” 

His eyes widen, “so what? You’re going to sue me over the hypothetical of my friend cutting in line?” 

You shrugged your shoulders in nonchalance, “no, but I’m just saying I know injustice when I see it.”

Mark felt like he was in a fever dream, what were you talking about? “Listen...” he began, but he paused clearing his throat based on the way you were looking at him. You wore an expression that said “do not try to mansplain anything to me” and he shifted his tone accordingly, “I wasn’t even talking to my friend about cutting in line. He wanted to drop off something I left at his house.”

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “oh...” 

Just as Mark’s about to say something else, the hostess comes out the door of the restaurant to the front of the line. 

“I have a table open for a pair. Any pairs?” 

The group of four in front of you looks back at you and Mark, the hostess following suit, “Two?” 

You’re about to shake your head and tell the hostess you’re just a table for one at the counter, but you’re surprised to feel Mark grab your wrist from behind you. 

“Yeah we’re a pair.” 

The hostess nods her head and waves her hand for the two of you to follow her inside, “this way please.” 

You looked at Mark with wide eyes and he smiled, “after accusing me of injustice, I think you owe me a lunch.”

[cdrey508]

I Am Me (On Going) - Epilogue (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/jOTgNAx6d7 Posible nga ba? Kayong dalawa? Isang ordinaryong babae at isang idol? O talagang ' Idols are only meant for Idols?'

Epilogue’s UP! ♥

[faiseuse-d-histoires]

Overruling the Shadows (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/SCRLRBkSv6 Second prologue of A Dance of Shadows, set after S8. Can be also read as a standalone. After murdering two wildlings, Jon Snow has to decide his place in the world around him, while trying to control his newfound powers. Will he succeed, or will he lose himself in it? Written as a gift for Drakhus in tumblr.

[parktuanz]

mr. perfect (drabble)

pairing: markjin (mark x jinyoung) 

genre: fluff

summary: mornings are the sweetest time of the day 

a/n:  my first piece of writing since 2016 lmao pls i’m trying to get back into it T__T

jackson was their number one fan, reacting with the laughing emojis whenever jinyoung sends a picture of mark, clueless and shirtless with tons of eggplant and drip emojis around him.

all around flower boy, park jinyoung. mr. reliable and perfect. here he was, soft snores coming from the younger, limbs entangled over mark’s small frame. jinyoung slept over after a full day’s worth of schedules and mark couldn’t be any happier. it’s been a while since he was able to spend any private time alone with him. jinyoung’s been busy with juggling his new drama and promotions that mark felt like he was about to be left behind. if it weren’t for milo at his side, he would have gone crazy. He still wonders how someone as perfect as park jinyoung can be with a quiet simple guy like mark tuan. 

what does jinyoung see in me? why didn’t he accept jackson’s advances? he really didn’t know what it was. jackson and jinyoung were almost inseparable on screen, but away from all the lights and cameras, he belonged to mark. The other members were fully aware of their relationship too. even youngjae teased them from time to time. it was pretty new, but nothing out of the ordinary. in between takes or makeup touches, the flirting was quite subtle. From the small pecks on the cheek to the hugs around the waist. the staff probably thought it was just fanservice to be caught on camera, but the others knew it was something more than that whenever they send couple selcas to the groupchat. jackson was their number one fan, reacting with the laughing emojis whenever jinyoung sends a picture of mark, clueless and shirtless with tons of eggplant and drip emojis around him. 

mark decided to send one of jinyoung sleeping, his plump lips parted slightly and a sliver of dried drool peering from the side of his cheek. surely, yugyeom would reply with an ew gross hyung it’s too early in the morning for that or a i was wondering why you guys didn’t join us last night ;) from bambam. even though the relationship seemed pretty new, it still felt like it’s been months that they were cuddling each other, holding hands nonchalantly, and whispering sweet compliments to each other’s ears. mark doesn’t think they’re in the honeymoon phase anymore, but he can’t help but feel warm and radiant with the boy in his embrace. 

“good morning sunshine” jinyoung cooed. His eyes still slightly closed, adjusting to the bright morning light. a shy smile grew on mark’s face as he placed a soft kiss on jinyoung’s forehead. 

“you got a little something on your face, handsome.” mark licked his finger and wiped away the dried drool of jinyoung’s cheek. a couple of buzzes went off and jinyoung lazily searched for his phone. mark continued caressing strands of his hair when jinyoung’s eyes shot up at him. 

“yah! whenever I send pictures of you, at least you look good!” 

all Mark could do was let out a high-pitched chuckle. he was spot on with bambam’s comment with an added ugh you guys are too cute brb throwing up from jackson. jinyoung pinched his cheeks in retaliation. this is what mark enjoyed the most. seeing the perfect jinyoung looking flustered, upper lip and chin full of stubble, with pieces of dried drool still stuck to his face. 

[mykoreanlove]

You're sick

The number you have dialed is not in service. Please call again later.

What the actual fuck? Jackson took another puff of his cigarette before reaching for his drink again. She blocked me? She fucking blocked me?! He took another sip of the brown liquor, not even feeling the burn in this throat anymore. The only thing he felt was anger. His eyes were glued to the screen, still unable to process what has happened. How could you block me? I’m Jackson Wang from China for fuck’s sake. He took another long sip sadly accepting the fact that even his fame couldn’t guarantee him a shot at love.

You’re sick. Those were your final words to him. He replayed you saying that hundreds of times. You had that painful look in your reddened eyes, tears straining your flushed cheeks, breath stuck in your throat as you let go of him. Jackson spit out the nastiest things as his ego was taking a blow right there. He watched you pack your stuff and leave his apartment, leaving him for good.

At least you didn’t cheat on him. He smirked devilishly thinking that this was some kind of progress since the girl before you fooled him for weeks on end. But if he was honest with himself it didn’t feel like progress at all. It felt like heartbreak, like suffering, like a never-ending loneliness that has crept into his bones. At this point in his life those feelings felt like a part of him. You were right, he thought to himself, I am sick.

Jackson poured himself another glass as he was remembering the first few weeks he shared with you. He liked the excitement of becoming yours - being glued to his phone eagerly anticipating your texts became normal, having someone to share the highs and lows of his days with felt so natural and you giving him all of your attention made him feel so important.

He adored the passion you elicited in him – staying up most nights to explore your body thrilled him, being the one fucking you brainless turned him on endlessly and cuddling you to sleep while stealing sweet kisses made him domestic.

He loved forming a true connection with you - opening up about his struggles was easy since you’ve always been so empathetic, holding you in his arms under the stars while planning the future seemed logical and falling in love was inevitable, especially for someone as love-addicted as Jackson.

This sweet feeling of love took over his whole being which made him noticeably happier. Jackson finally felt like he was appreciated for who he was as a man and not for being an artist. He didn’t even care that he had to slow down his career, so that he could spend more time with you. He didn’t care about music sales, brand deals or future career options – all he cared about was you.

Until he didn’t.

His mind got pestered with doubts, anxiety clouding his every thought. What if this was too good to be true? What if you left him in the end? What if relationships weren’t just his thing? Could he really neglect his career for you? After all, his career would never wake up and abandon him one day…

Jackson felt himself slipping into old patterns. This was no longer the confident man that you fell for but a coward that shied away from love and gave into fear. Unable to stop his inner demons, he gave into them, turning into a self-sabotaging monster once again. Better hurting you than getting hurt himself, right?

He gulped down the remains of the liquor and let out a desperate sigh. Why did I do this? Why am I so stupid? He ran his hand through his blonde hair, tugging on it as if self-harm would ease his self-inflected pain. He thought about the downfall of your relationship: Joyful calls turned into silence, sweet acts of love turned into egocentric ignorance and soulful connection turned into manipulation. This was no longer a blooming relationship; this was him having his way with you. He controlled you by giving you love if he needed it and tossed you aside if you came too close to him. Jackson often wondered how long you’d play this game with him, how much it took to break you. Turns out that fucking his dancer in front of you did the trick. Crying and arguing got replaced with your silence – this was you being done with him. This was him being left with his sickness – once again.

[pinkestwrites]

A Wolf For Christmas

Jinyoung wolf AU

Jinyoung is used to funny smells. As a werewolf, it's common for him to pick up on strong scents throughout the day. But this—this is overpowering. It surrounds him, leaving him no room to breathe anything else. He has to leave his spot in the back aisle and see just what is producing this harassing smell. He frowns, realizing it's a little girl. The child is squatting in the kid's area of his section of the store, reading the Little Red Riding Hood all by herself.

"Are you supposed to be alone?" he questions, trying to be firm but not scare her.

The little girl looks guilty as she stares up at him. "No," she sighs in defeat. "Please don't call my mom!" she shouts at him, pouting extra hard to help her case.

Jinyoung smiles to himself. Any other day and he would have caved. This was the book section of the store and he was definitely adamant about children needing to read more, but that scent was driving him crazy. It's not coming from her, just lingering around her, so he has to meet the parents of whoever this kid is.

"Sorry," he tells her, extending his hand out to help her to her feet. "You can't just wander around alone."

She takes his hand, but sends him a glare. He admired how adorably fierce she was. "Don't look so gloomy," he counters. "if your mom allows it, you can stay here." Her face lights up at his words and she practically drags him in the correct direction.

**

Jinyoung should have expected to be brought to women's clothing. At least once every few hours someone loses their child from not paying attention. While the department store wasn't known for much, they did have a large selection of trendy clothes they were known for carrying.

Upon entering the section, he hears his shift manager scolding someone in the distance. "Mom!" the little girl shouts as she drops Jinyoung's hand. His eyes widen when he realizes it's her mom who's being scolded. Jaebum, looks annoyed, but leaves without saying another word.

The smell stops him in his tracks. It's sweet, but not sickly so. It's soft and teasing, even at full force. He's drawn back to reality when the little girl is pointing at him, dragging her mother his way.

"I'm so sorry," the mother immediately apologizes. "I only had my back to her for a second!"

He shakes his head—both to clear his mind and dismiss her apology. "It's fine," he gets out, voice shaking. "I know how sneaky little ones sometimes get."

She snorts. "Sometimes?"

Jinyoung lets out a nervous laugh, not sure how to follow. His eyes instead take in her form, it's then he notices she's dressed in the required uniform. "You work here?"

She nods, "Women's wear."

It all makes sense then. While working, of course she would easily lose her kid. He wants to question further, but if Jaebum had no problem with her bringing her kid to work, he wouldn't question it.

For now, his mind is telling him to get away. He still had to finish his shift, it wouldn't go well if he continued to linger around in this scent. Distracted didn't quite cover how he felt. He gives her a little nod before turning on his heel.

"Wait!"

Startled by her sudden shout, he whips around.

"You forgot this book," she tells him, pulling the book out her daughter's hand, despite the fight she put up. Just from that action alone he knew the little girl would not be visiting him again.

He puts up a hand to stop her. "She can keep it," he tells her.

The mother shakes her head, and bits her lip, hesitating. "I can't afford it."

Jinyoung solemnly nods. "It's on me."

** "Go on break," Jaebum barks at him as he's passing through. Jinyoung sighs, Jaebum's ever the cold leader, but he doesn't need to be told twice.

Grabbing his lunch from the staff lounge, he heads outside to find a quiet spot to eat. He doesn't get very far when he catches that scent again. He hates how his eyes snap to the direction of the mother and daughter from earlier with such ease. Figuring he can't escape, he might as well join them.

"Hello again," he greets them as he plops down on the bench opposite them.

"Hi!" the daughter easily greets him, but the mom, rightfully so, looks at him suspiciously. After, he assumed, she'd determined he was okay, she says hello back.

He sees they are eating as well, though the daughter still seems absorbed in the book. "Enjoying your book?" he questions.

The mother blushes and can't quite look him in the eye. "Thank you for that," she admits. "and yes, she's obsessed with this story."

"Nothing wrong with that." The wolf in him even feels proud.

She stopped mid-motion to give him a look that says 'what’s wrong with you'. "It's too morbid for her age."

Jinyoung shoots her a skeptical look back. "Morbid? Little Red Riding Hood gets saved in the end."

The mother just shakes her head like it's a lost cause trying to further talk to him. "But it talks about the wolf eating everyone."

Jinyoung rolls his eyes now. It's s child's book, not like they go into detail. "Should I have given her The Three Little Pigs instead?" he sarcastically replies.

Despite having just taken a bite the mom says, "Yes!" and nods ever vigorously.

Finally it's the daughter's turn to voice her opinion. "Mom, you're so boring."

** As he's waiting for the start of his shift, Jinyoung brightens at the sight of Hyunjin and Hyemi walking in (the mother and daughter, he totally asked for their names at lunch yesterday). Hyemi is talking a mile a minute and he's proud to hear she's still on the subject of wolves. Hyunjin just rolls her eyes and puts a finger to her lip. Hyemi pouts and closes her mouth, but once she spots him, she instantly waves in his direction. Just as he's returning the gesture, Hyunjin sees him as well and nods.

Jaebum walks in a few minutes before the start of the hour and clears his throat, catching every employee's attention. "As you all know," he starts, pointing to a giant tree in the back of the room. "This time of year we host our annual Staff Secret Santa. I've randomly placed everyone's name on the tree, please pick one and only one. If you get yourself, just put it back and grab another." He explains as a low buzz erupts around the room. "I trust that I don't have to babysit you on this, right? Grab one and let's go to work." He finishes as he exits the staff break room.

Jinyoung groans, he hears the feeling is mutual as he glances over to Hyunjin. Hyemi is jumping up and down, excited at the word Santa, but clearly Hyunjin is not. "Mom, what's a Secret Santa?" she eagerly questions.

"Shh, I'll explain later," Hyunjin replies as she slips in line to grab her pick.

Jinyoung slips in behind her and Hyemi grins back at him.

"Excited?" he teases, clearly Hyemi seems like she'll burst any minute from excitement.

"Please don't encourage her," Hyunjin scolds.

Jinyoung can't help himself. "Your daughter's right, you are boring."

Hyunjin's jaw drops open. Before she can retaliate, Jinyoung points ahead. "Your turn." She huffs as Hyemi giggles and grabs a name before she can.

"Who's—" Hyunjin is quick to cover her mouth. "It's a secret," she grits out.

Jinyoung ignores them and picks one as well. His eyes light up and he can't believe his luck. He got Hyunjin. He secretly grins to himself, about to pocket his pick when Hyunjin steals it out of his hand.

"Oh thank god you got me," she tells him, crumbling up the little piece of paper with her name on it. He's about to question her when she continues. "Please do not buy me anything. We don't celebrate Christmas." Having said what she needed to, she turns on her heel and heads off in the direction of her department.

** Jinyoung can feel his wolf flaring up at his anger. Since Hyunjin had snapped at him, he'd been uncontrollably angry. Jaebum even sensed it and told him to take a five minute break to cool off. Of course, the break didn't help.

Honestly, he's not sure why he's so mad. Was it because she ordered him not to? That seemed a little silly, but he didn't want to let it go. Hyunjin and her daughter were very interesting to him, he was certain it would be fun shopping for them. He decides right then and there to ignore her request.

Just as he's pondering what would be a good gift, he picks up Hyunjin's scent heading his way. He feels a little bummed when he sees it's just Hyemi. She looks guilty as she makes her way to him.

"Hello," Jinyoung puts on his best smile and greets her anyway.

Hyemi mumbles a hello back and awkwardly stands with him. For someone who's always so bubbly, Jinyoung knows something is wrong with her.

"You OK?" he questions, squatting down to her eye level.

Hyemi doesn't say anything, just throws herself at him for a hug. Jinyoung is surprised by the action but slowly returns it. Hyemi beams up at him as she pulls away.

"Mom's mad at me. She said I should leave you alone."

Ah, the weird behavior makes sense. Hyunjin must have scolded her. He feels a sting of hurt at the fact that she'd ordered her daughter to do such a thing. Jinyoung had never done anything to warrant such a reaction. "I'm sure she's not mad at you, she's just trying to protect you," he reasons.

She glares at the bookcase in front of them and he can't help the laugh that escapes him. "It's not funny!" she huffs at him.

He puts up his hands in surrender. "Sorry." He gets serious as he tells her, "Tell your mom, I said you and her are not a bother, OK?"

Hyemi smiles at his words and runs off back to tell her mom the good news.

** Hyemi took his word seriously and immediately came back after telling her mom. Jinyoung smiled and told her to read whatever she liked. Of course she went straight for The Little Red Riding Hood again.

"Do you like wolves?" she questioned as she turned a page.

Jinyoung had to fight back the grin. He cleared his throat to answer seriously. "Yes, I do."

Hyemi's head snapped up at his words and she shut the book in front of her. "They're so pretty. And fast. And scary. And I want one!"

He smiled fondly at her words. Scary, but still wanted one as a pet? She was certainly braver than most people.

"I wish there were more wolf books," she commented, looking gloomily down at the book in her lap.

Jinyoung understood that. Their selection wasn't the best, just filled with the classics or what was currently popular. Even their children's section was lacking. An idea hits him then. "Would you like to hear a story?"

Her whole being lights up at his suggestion. "Yes!"

"OK," he tells her as he takes a seat down on the floor beside her. "There once was a beautiful little girl, just like you," he taps her nose and she giggles, already enthralled by his story. "She lived in the countryside with her mother and sister. The little girl's health was very bad and she was sick. One day she discovers a wild wolf boy living in the woods surrounding her home."

Suddenly Hyemi frowns. "Hey, I've seen that movie!"

He gets flustered at being caught. Of course she would have seen a movie like that. He stares at her little angry face, trying to think of something else.

"So you like werewolves too?" he questioned.

"Any wolf!" she eagerly replied.

"OK, I know just the story."

** "There was a little werewolf boy—" he caught himself before blurting out his own name. "Nyeongie. Nyeongie lived in the forest with his mother and father. Every day he would run around and play with all the other animals in the woods. They were his only friends since he didn't know anyone else.

One day it was time for him to return home for dinner, but he got lost. Despite being very good at smelling, he couldn't pick up the scent of his home. Instead he stumbled upon some humans. Scared, he tried to run from them and hurt his leg."

"Poor baby," Hyemi interrupted, which made him smile.

"It was OK though, these humans didn't hurt him. It turned out they were werewolves just like him. And they had two sons. The younger one was Bummie. And the other one, Lark."

"Lark?" Hyemi questioned.

"They wanted to give him a unique name."

"Ah! OK! Finish!"

"They took him in for a few days as his leg healed. Werewolves heal very quick, you know?" She nodded at his question. "Once he was all better, they helped him return home. What waited for him was not what he expected. Both his parents had been murdered. Lark and Bummie's parents helped him properly bury his family, but he was devastated. Now he had no one."

He abruptly stopped his story when Hyemi burst into tears.

"I didn't mean to make you cry." He tried consoling her. It wasn't working so he pulled her into his lap to rub her back. This worked and she quickly stopped sobbing. "All better?" he asked. "I have to finish my story, it's not all sad," he teased.

"OK," Hyemi said as she wiped one last tear away.

"He thought he had no one," Jinyoung clarified this time. "But in reality he had made really good friends with Lark and Bummie. Without any hesitation, Lark and Bummie's parents took him in and accepted him as their own son."

Hyemi comments a mile a minute, but he doesn't hear it. Instead his brain locks in on the scent heading his way. He makes eye contact with Hyunjin once she's in sight and, boy, does she look unhappy.

"Hello?" Hyemi waves a tiny hand in his face to catch his attention.

"Huh?" he questions, focusing back on her. He'd completely missed everything she'd said.

"I said—"

"Wait," he cuts her off. "Your mother doesn't look too happy."

Hyemi freezes at his words and guiltily waves at Hyunjin. "Gotta go," she tells him as she runs off.

He shakes his head, but a smile appears on his face and he gets off the floor. Never was there a dull moment with those two.

"Should you be telling her your own story?"

Jinyoung almost jumped out of his skin. He didn't know how Jaebum managed to sneak up on him like that. He glares at the manager as he calms his heart.

"It's fine. She'll never know that it's real."

** "Mom's mad at me again."

Jinyoung grins. He has a feeling it's because she keeps sneaking off to him, begging to hear more about Nyeongie. It's actually quite therapeutic telling her his life story. He didn't realize how lonely he felt only talking with Jaebum and Mark.

"She's not mad at you, she just worries a lot about you. You gotta be a good girl and listen to everything she says, OK?"

Hyemi nods, "OK!" she pauses, quietly thinking to herself. "I wish dad would help mommy. I hate him!"

Jinyoung is intrigued by this new piece of information. He didn't realize she had a dad. Of course she had one, but this was the first time he was hearing about him. "You don't mean that," he defends.

"I do!" she doesn't budge.

"He's doing his best."

Hyemi gives him the coldest look he's ever seen a little kid give. "Mom says something happened and he can't be with us but I just think he doesn't love us." With her last words, she stands up and runs off.

Jinyoung feels bad, he hit a sore spot without meaning to.

Jaebum's legs come into view and he stops staring after Hyemi to look up at him.

"You're get weirder and weirder by the day," Jaebum tells him.

He rolls his eyes, "You just have bad timing."

"Sure, lover boy," Jaebum teases and pats him on the head. "Go on break," he orders and leaves him still sitting there.

** At break, despite seeing Hyunjin is still visibly upset at him, he plops down at the table again. "Hey," he greets and gets out his lunch.

Hyunjin is eating her lunch as well, but Hyemi is adorably crawling around on all fours, howling at the sky. She barks at Jinyoung in what he assumes is a greeting. He waves before turning back to Hyunjin, there's a faint trace of pink lining her cheeks and he can't help but think it's cute that she's letting Hyemi be.

Hyunjin grabs his attention when she lets out a sigh. "Look," she starts, finally meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry about snapping at you earlier," she admits. "I do mean what I said though."

Jinyoung nods at her explanation, trying to play it cool. "Rules are rules though."

Her eyes narrow at him now. "We can just pretend, yeah?"

"No. At least let me get her a gift instead?"

Hyunjin looks conflicted at this, but she stays firm. "No," she answers. "I know it seems absurd, but money's tight right now and I just don't want her expecting gifts from now on."

The guilty look on his face crushes his heart. "Then you should let me, I'll give her something every year."

Hyunjin gives him a look that says he can't be serious. He hopes the look he's giving back says he is. Because he would.

With a shake of her head, she finally breaks eye contact and crosses her arms to rest her head on. Tiredly, she silently continues to watch Hyemi run around. Jinyoung gets the hint and drops the subject.

He's just taken his last bite, when Hyunjin turns to him. "I hope you don't think I'm a bad mother for not wanting to celebrate Christmas."

He's surprised she's addressing him and is not quite sure how to respond. "No, of course not." he finally gets out. "Just confused is all."

"I want to, you know?" she turns back to looking at Hyemi. "She deserves it, she's the world's sweetest girl."

That he would agree with, she was all smiles and sunshine all the time. "I don't mean to intrude, but she mentioned her dad," he stops cold when he sees Hyunjin's shocked reaction.

Her eyes suddenly get teary, but Hyunjin blinks them away before they can form. "He's not in the picture. I was waiting for her to get older to explain to her. I think she's still too young to understand."

Jinyoung nods.

"Someone at school told her that her father abandoned her the other day." Her eyes got teary again as she looked over at Hyemi. "Why do people have to be so cruel?"

Jinyoung doesn't get the chance to reply as Hyemi runs over. She's out of breath, but even he knows she's ready to eat. Hyunjin is quick to get out food for her and Hyemi silently eats beside Jinyoung, only looking back and forth between them. Deciding it's OK to speak, Hyemi starts telling them what she was doing.

Jinyoung got so engrossed in listening and replying to Hyemi that when he glanced over at Hyunjin, he realized she fell asleep. He grins to himself, thinking how cute she looked when Hyemi also noticed. She looked shocked and opened her mouth to wake her but Jinyoung put his index finger up to his lips. "Your mom's really tired, we should let her rest for a few minutes, OK?" Hyemi eagerly nods at this and smiles at him as she continues eating.

Jinyoung takes this moment to unapologetically observe Hyunjin. Without a scowl on her face, he notices she's actually quite pretty. Some of her hair had fallen across her face, and he stops himself, arm already stretched out to move it out of the way. Hyemi is giving him a weird look as well and he flushes. Way to look like a creeper, he scolds himself. Awkwardly, he coughs and glances at his watch. Realizing it's time to go, he lets out a sigh and reaches out to wake Hyunjin.

"Hey sleeping beauty, time to go back to work."

** As he's clocking in the next day, Hyemi comes bounding over, a blushing Hyunjin following loosely behind. Hyemi instantly gives him a single cookie in a ziplock bag.

"We made cookies!" she tells him, proudly displaying her work for him to see. "This is for you."

"Cookies?" he questions, taking the bag in his hand. "But this is only one?"

Hyunjin gives Hyemi a look but explains, "I told her to bring you more, but she wanted to eat most of them. Sorry."

He grins, feeling weirdly special even with only one cookie. "Thank you," he tells the both of them. "Even if it's only one, I'll still enjoy it."

The first person he notices is Mark. Mark's standing off to the side of the room, grinning at him. He rolls his eyes in return, positive that he was going to hear a teasing from the other male once work was over, but he didn't care. Now when he notices all the weird looks from the rest of the staff, that's when he gets a bit shy.

He tucks the cookie safely away in his pocket, deciding to eat it once he got to his section.

** After giving him the cookie, he's sure Hyemi will pop by like she normally does. So when she doesn't, he gets a little concerned. He figures Hyunjin made her stay put, as already this morning might have been too much. What he doesn't expect is to see Mark stalking after Hyemi and her running right at him. She clamps onto his right leg as she hides behind him.

"Save me!" she shouts at him, ducking behind him as Mark comes to a stop.

Mark scowls at him as he points at Hyemi. "Tell your girlfriend's kid to give that back! You know Jaebum is gonna kill me if he sees her with it."

He's shocked, only registering the word 'girlfriend'. "What?"

"Mark, what are you doing over here?" Jaebum scares the both of them in his usual fashion, appearing without notice. Honestly, it doesn't surprise him why Jaebum had instantly been promoted to manager when all three of them were hired at the same time. As the leader of the pack, he was too good at everything.

"Going back to work," Mark says, turning on his heel.

Jaebum just shakes his head, ignores Hyemi's odd position and keeps going. Seeing the coast is clear, Hyemi runs off as well.

It makes sense when she returns a few minutes later. Hyunjin is holding Hyemi's hand and she has the biggest pout on her face. In her other arm is a little grey wolf, he'd missed the first time she was over here. Hyunjin must be mistaken, thinking he was the one to give it to her.

"But mom—" Hyemi starts to object, only to receive a warning look from Hyunjin. "OK," she deflates as she hands the wolf over to Jinyoung.

He accepts, now understanding what Mark was talking about. Great with kids, he was put in charge of the toy section.

"Boy, I'm popular today," he tells the little wolf as he heads over to return the guy to his rightful place.

**

Jinyoung has just put the last book in its spot when he stands, finding Jaebum hovering by the checkout desk. In his hand is a little pink backpack and he can't help but give a questioning look.

"Hyunjin left this behind earlier, I figured you'd be the most appropriate person to give it to."

Jinyoung takes it, but opens his mouth to decline. No matter what they thought, he didn't even know where the two lived, what was he supposed to do with it? Jaebum beats him to the question and materializes a post-it note, address scribbled on it. "You can return it," he orders.

"OK," he gives in and slings the little pink bag over his shoulder. He gives his section one last look over before heading off on his mission.

The apartment on the post-it note isn't that far from the store. There's a broken security gate that he goes right through and his inner wolf begins to flare up as it appears extremely unsafe for two women to be living there alone. He tells himself to relax, he was sure Hyunjin wouldn't like him trying to exert any dominance over her. Despite the run down appearance of the place, majority of the windows have a string of Christmas lights hanging in the front window or some kind of other decoration, it gives him hope that it's not so bad after all. He knows he's reached her place when everything is plain as if it were not holiday season.

He rings the bell and hopes Hyunjin is glad to see him.

"Hyemi!" he hears Hyunjin shout from somewhere in the apartment. He understands why, when Hyemi pops the door open. A breathless Hyunjin pulls her out of the way a second later. "Oh," she comments when she sees it's just Jinyoung standing at the door. "Thank god it's just you."

"Here," he quickly hands over the bag. "Jaebum sent me to return it."

Hyunjin looks even more relieved at his offering. "Oh my god, thank you! You're a lifesaver, I was going to have to go get it in a few minutes."

"Well invite the boy in if you're so thankful," Jinyoung flushes at the response, he's sure it's not meant in the way he's thinking, but his inner wolf isn't thinking very nicely.

"Mom," Hyunjin groans. "He probably has to go, we shouldn't bother him."

"Actually," he tries to fight the grin at the pleading look Hyunjin starts to give him. "I was just going to go home and eat dinner all alone."

"It's a crime for someone to eat alone!" her mother declares. "Come on in," she tells him as she appears at the door and ushers Hyunjin out of the way.

"Thank you," he tells her mother, noticing that one of her arms was in a sling.

Jinyoung feels a bit guilty at the embarrassed look that Hyunjin begins to spot, but it's not like he planned to do this for the rest of his life. He was curious and one night would satisfy that curiosity.

Hyemi on the other hand is super excited to see him. She runs right up and hugs him.

"Jinyoung, right?" Hyunjin's mother asks as she leads him into their kitchen. Hyunjin just silently set off to prepare a plate for him.

"Yes," he politely responds, pleasantly surprised that she knew his name.

"It's nice to finally meet the young man that my girls won't stop talking about."

**

Jinyoung had been in a great mood all day. It was finally his day off, which he felt a bit sad over at first. He hadn't realized how much he looked forward to work, he was sure a certain woman and her daughter were the cause of this, but he wasn't completely bummed.

Tonight was the annual staff holiday party. Last year he'd spent majority of the party idly wandering with Mark and Jaebum, but this year he was hoping for a change. He knew not to get his hopes up, he could feel it in his soul that Hyunjin was more than likely going to skip given her situation.

Jinyoung was thankful for Hyunjin's mom. Getting answers from Hyunjin was like pulling teeth, but her mother was the opposite. For such a closed off person, he wondered how Hyunjin had gotten that way. Her mother had no problems opening their life up to him. Her mother explained that she'd tore her shoulder at work and was fired from her own job, putting a huge weight on Hyunjin to deal with everything alone.

Suddenly the world went silent to him and he caught onto that lovely scent. Being surrounded by her and her scent last night muffled his brain because she'd been the only thing on his mind all day. He knew this was not normal, but he just went with it.

Hyunjin instantly spotted him and made her way over. He couldn't help but notice the fact that Hyunjin was in a dress, a very tight dress that did nothing to hide her figure. "Oh thank god you're here," she broke his attention. She blushed when she belatedly noticed Mark and Jaebum standing with him. "H-hello," she shyly greets him.

"You know Jaebum and Mark, right?" he sends them a look, hoping they'd disappear.

"Yes!" Hyunjin nervously brushed away a strand of hair that fell out of place. "I'm sorry Hyemi was bothering you the other day," she tells Mark.

Mark just shrugs it off. "It's OK, she's not that bad to be around." He yelps, startled when Jaebum grabbed him by the elbow. "Excuse us," Jaebum tells Hyunjin and steers a complaining Mark away.

Hyunjin finally turns back to Jinyoung, guilty look on her face. "I made your friends leave, sorry."

Jinyoung snorts, "No worries, they're boring anyway."

Hyunjin looks annoyed now. "That's only because you now know all my secrets!"

A grin spreads across his face at her words. They were true, Hyunjin's mom had definitely overshared. He didn't mind though, he shared just as much, only leaving out his one obvious secret.

"Honestly, I hate Christmas," she sighs, looking around at all the decoration hung around their tiny break room.

Jinyoung's shocked at her confession. "No one hates Christmas," he states.

"Well I do."

Suddenly, Jinyoung wants to make it his mission to change her opinion.

** Instead of lazying around watching whatever random movie he could find online, Jinyoung received a frantic call earlier in the day. Hyunjin was at her first job—he didn't even realize she had another job, no wonder she was falling asleep at random—and couldn't get off in time to pick up Hyemi. Jinyoung knew to trust his wolf instinct when it told him to force his number on her, telling her to call if she ever needed anything.

He stands out in the sea of moms in their leggings and t-shirts. He's got on a button up top and some dress slacks, which looking back, he knows is a silly choice to wear. Why am I dressing up for a kid? he scolds himself. But it's too late now, Hyemi's class gets out in two minutes and he would never make it to his apartment and back before then.

He also notices he's the only male and much younger than most. Even Hyunjin seems younger than most. He guessed she was a few years older than him, but it only leaves him wondering how old she really was. To think she already had a kid and was taking care of it on her own made him feel so useless. Most days it was a struggle for him just to get to work on time.

As soon as kids start pouring out of the room, he immediately looks for Hyemi. She's one of the last few and she frantically searches for her mom. When her eyes land on him, she lights up and runs right at him. "Jinyoung!" she yells as she throws herself at him. The impact almost knocks him over, but he quickly rights himself.

"Hello to you too," he laughs as she crushes him in a hug.

"Where's mom?" she questions as she looks behind him, like she'd missed Hyunjin.

"She's at work, she asked me to come get you. Is that OK?" he asks when he sees her get sad. It's brief before she's smiling again. "OK!" she answers.

By now, the two have caught the attention of the rest of the class. Jinyoung scans the class wondering which one told her she was abandoned by her dad, scowling at them all for good measure. "Do you want to say goodbye to your friends before we go?"

Hyemi doesn't spare anyone a second glance and starts tugging on his hand. "Nope."

He's relieved when she waves at a couple of girls in another class a few doors down.

** Jinyoung tightly holds her hand anytime they come to a crosswalk and makes sure he's the closest to the street as they walk. It's all so stressful to him and it's only been a few minutes.

"Can we get ice cream?" Hyemi breaks his concentration.

He glances up at where she's pointing and sees a man selling ice cream cones at the park across the street from them.

"Sure."

The man is scooping out their ice cream when Jinyoung's phone rings and he's surprised to see it's Hyunjin.

"Hello?" he answers as he watches Hyemi delicately take her cone.

"Where are you?" Hyunjin immediately questions. "It's already fifteen after and it only takes about five minutes to walk—"

"Stop. Take a deep breath," Jinyoung interrupts. When she complies, he continues. "We stopped at the park for ice cream."

"Ice cream? Jinyoung I told you I don't like spoiling her."

Jinyoung gasps, "since when is ice cream spoiling her?"

"Jinyoung," Hyunjin warns.

"OK, I promise no more after this. I'll take her straight home now."

"Can we play in the park after this?" Hyemi's little voice asks from beside him.

"Tell her I said no," Hyunjin answers through the phone.

Jinyoung stares down at her hopeful face and he hates to be the bearer of bad news.

"Only a few minutes wouldn't hurt, would it?" he asks instead. "Besides, your mom's shoulder is pretty bad. Maybe you should have someone else watch Hyemi while it's hurt."

Hyunjin lets out a sigh at this. "You know I know no one else."

"See, a break for one day won't kill anything will it?"

Hyunjin takes a deep breath, he can tell she's trying not to snap at him. "Fine. But you let her get hurt and I'll hurt you, got it?"

"Yes ma'am."

"OK, I'll check up on you again."

"Got it!" he tells her, hanging up before she can change her mind. He gives Hyemi the OK and she takes off.

"Wolves live here!" she yells, ice cream dripping all over as she runs off into the trees.

Jinyoung laughs, watching her eat and search around as he eats his own cone.

** After Hyemi tired herself out, Jinyoung proceeded to carry her home. When he showed up at his apartment he cursed himself, he'd forgotten to take her home. It felt so natural bringing her to his own place that he didn't even think twice about it.

Mark and Jaebum sat on the couch as he entered the living room. He raised a finger to his lips to quiet them. In return they gave him questioning looks, seeing Hyemi passed out on his shoulder. He gently laid her down on the empty couch so not to wake her and motioned for them to follow him into the kitchen.

"Is there something you need to tell us," Mark starts. "Like when did you suddenly become a dad?"

Jinyoung shoots him a glare. "Hyunjin needed someone to watch her."

"So you brought her here." Jaebum answers for him.

"I forgot to take her back home, OK?" he puts his hands up in defeat. "Hyunjin's mother normally watches her but her arm's in a sling."

Mark and Jaebum share looks of concern.

"You're not going to be having her over all the time are you?" Jaebum questions, looking horrified at the thought.

"Of course not," Mark answers for him. "He'll have to move out because we don't have enough room for a family here."

Jinyoung sends Mark a nasty glare. The thought didn't seem that bad, but it wasn't like that with Hyunjin. He wasn't sure what they were yet honestly.

Suddenly he remembers an advertisement at the park. It had been awhile since the three did anything and they were having a light show at the park later in the night. Since Christmas was right around the corner, the show was Christmas themed and Jinyoung thought it would be a fun idea to see it.

"Hey, you guys doing anything later?" he asks to change the subject.

"I'm going to the movies with Jackson," Mark looks sheepish.

"Youngjae wants me to look over one of his assignments," Jaebum also turns him down.

Jinyoung huffs, crossing his arms in disappointment. "You two never have time for me anymore."

Jaebum waves over to the couch. "Take them."

Jinyoung knows he's already in trouble, he doubts Hyunjin would be up for it. He stands there and ponders the thought for a moment. It wouldn't hurt to try since he had his heart so set on seeing the silly little light show.

"I'll see," he tells them and rushes off to his bedroom.

Phone already in his hand, he calls up Hyunjin, nervous for some reason. When she answers he almost loses all nerve.

"Before you yell at me, Hyemi's OK."

"I wasn't going to yell at you." Hyunjin sighs into the phone. "I trust you. Plus I thought it over and you're right. Maybe a little treat now and then isn't so bad."

He grins, feeling like a puppy that just got rewarded for doing a good job.

He lets out a nervous laugh. "Speaking of that, there's this little light show in the park, would you be interested in seeing it? I figured me and Hyemi could meet up with you and the three of us could see it."

The line goes silent. "Hello?" he asks, thinking the call dropped.

"Sounds good, I gotta go!" she hurriedly replies before hanging up on him.

Relief courses through him.

** The light show isn't as silly as he thought it would be. It was actually well thought out and fun. Clearly Hyemi enjoyed herself but Hyunjin was different. She remained blank faced throughout the show, he knew because he kept glancing over, trying to gauge her reaction to everything.

"That was fun," she finally breaks the silence after the last song played. "We haven't done anything like this since she was a little kid."

"Really?"

"Yeah, since—" she glances down at Hyemi and gives Jinyoung a knowing look. Since Hyemi's father left, Jinyoung fills in the gap.

"Glad I could bring some fun back into your life then," Jinyoung teases, hoping to lift the mood.

"Mom, that was awesome," Hyemi interjects, continuing on about the show and all her favorite parts.

"Don't tell me," Hyunjin stops her and pats Jinyoung on the back. "Tell him."

"OK!" Hyemi yells out before turning to crush Jinyoung's leg in a hug.

Hyunjin laughs at the gesture, shaking her head in a fond sort of way.

"Thanks Jinyoung," Hyemi whispers out. "Oh, there's our house," she shouts out, noticing the little apartment complex just down the street.

"Yep," Hyunjin replies. "You have to get ready for bed as soon as we're there."

Hyemi lets out a groan, but doesn't say more. Jinyoung finds it odd that she's actually quiet. Only as they're walking through the complex to the apartment does she decide to speak up.

"Mom?" she questions, turning to look up at Hyunjin. "Why can't Jinyoung be my dad?"

The question stops Hyunjin in her tracks. "Go inside now," she orders once she opens the door for Hyemi. As Hyemi disappears through the door, Hyunjin slams it shut behind the girl and turns to Jinyoung.

Jinyoung suddenly feels awkward. Hyunjin's reaction isn't a good one, he can already tell he won't like what she's about to say.

"I'm sorry for that," Hyunjin instantly blurts out.

"It's fine, I don't mind." Jinyoung shrugs. It was just a curious question, he understood that.

"No, it's not." Hyunjin crosses her arms in defense. "I knew her hanging around you so much was a bad idea."

"What?" Jinyoung scoffs, feeling offended. He'd been nothing but nice to that little girl.

"You're a good guy, I know," she pauses thinking over the right words. "But it's not right. She's too young to understand relationships so I want to end this before she gets anymore attached to you."

Jinyoung is so floored, he's lost all words.

"Thank you for tonight. For everything, really. I'll make sure she doesn't bother you anymore."

** If Jaebum or Mark passed by to check up on him one more time—Jinyoung was sure he was going to lose it. After Hyunjin told him off, he had went straight home and hadn't left his room for anything. Since then, they'd been tiptoeing around him, probably well aware of how pissed he was.

He understood what Hyunjin had meant. Hyemi has already lost one father figure, Hyunjin was just trying to protect her child from another heartbreak. What really got to him was the fact that Hyunjin assumed he was just the same. Had he not proved he wasn't even remotely like that?

Just as another pang of hurt coursed through him, Mark came into view. He hoped he was sending Mark the deadliest look he could muster. It must have worked, seeing the look on Jinyoung's face, Mark immediately spun on his heel and headed back to his own section.

Jaebum, too, also came into view, but he didn't run off like Mark. "Stop looking like you're about to kill everyone," Jaebum scolded as he leaned up against the register. "You're scaring off customers."

Jinyoung scoffed, there hadn't been a single person through. There was no one to scare off.

"Are you mute, suddenly?" Jaebum asks seriously this time.

Jinyoung shakes his head in answer which Jaebum rolls his eyes to.

"Just don't bite anyone's head off, OK?" He leaves without hearing Jinyoung's answer.

He can't make any promises, especially when he can now hear Hyemi's voice off in the distance. Mark's talking to her and he suddenly feels his wolf flaring up again. Break seems like a good idea now.

And it works, being out in the cool air calms him down. He picked a spot where he normally doesn't rest at so he knows he's safe.

Safe until he catches wind of Hyunjin's scent, she pops out of the doors right beside him, Hyemi in toe, chattering about some wolf thing like normal. His wolf, bruised but not beaten, begs for him to go confront the woman. He can't though, it would only result in him spitting out something he didn't mean.

"Jinyoung!" Hyemi announces once she spots him. Like usual, he softens and returns her wave.

"Come on," Hyunjin grabs Hyemi's hand in her own and drags her away.

"But mom, why can't we sit with him?" he hears the child ask.

"I told you, you can't bother him anymore."

"But mom," Hyemi whines again.

Jinyoung's not sure what yet, but he wants to do something just to spite Hyunjin.

** Jinyoung knows just what to do when he spots Hyemi talking to Mark again. She was excited, rapidly talking about wolves as usual. The only difference is the little wolf doll clutched in her arms. She's hugging it to herself and he knows he has to get it. Before closing time, he sneaks over to Mark's section and picks up the little doll.

"What are you doing?" Jaebum questions when he sees Jinyoung in line.

"Purchasing an item," Jinyoung snarkily replies.

Jaebum glares at him. "What are you doing with that?"

Jiyoung doesn't reply. It's obvious who he's buying it for.

"Considering Hyunjin has been telling Hyemi to stop bothering you for the last two days, I don't think that's appropriate right now."

He continues to ignore Jaebum as it's finally his turn in line. The girl behind the register is clearly nervous at the fact that the store manager is watching her like a hawk.

"Are you going to let me pay or should I move to another isle?" He snaps at the girl. When she looks frightened, he feels bad. But doesn't she know, the customer is always right.

She finally comes to her senses and rings up the doll. He hands her the money and snatches the bag from her hand, still ignoring Jaebum the whole time.

It's only when he's outside that Jaebum stops him. "Will you please just talk to me?"

His hurt wolf tells him not to say a word but it's Jaebum. No matter how angry he is, Jaebum has always been a good brother to him. Never guiding him wrong. He's shaking, just thinking of what happened, but he tells him anyway.

"She told me that she didn't want me to hurt Hyemi just like her ex."

Jaebum hums out in understanding. "To hurt her."

Jinyoung hadn't even thought of it that way. His wolf suddenly feels relieved. She must have felt something to be scared.

Before his wolf starts running around in circles of joy, Jaebum manages to kill his mood again.

"Maybe you should give her some space, I don't think pressing the point is a good idea right now."

He knows he's right, but Jinyoung sneers at him.

"I'm just saying, I'm sure she'll come around."

Jinyoung sighs, Hyunjin's really stubborn. "I don't think so."

** Despite feeling like there's no hope to fix their relationship, Jinyoung wraps the little wolf doll. It proves to be more difficult than he thought, but he manages to make it turn out pretty decent. It doesn't look professional, but it's not horrible either.

He's nervous as he goes into work that night. His stomach does a flip when he doesn't see Hyunjin before his shift. He dejectedly carries it with him back to his section. Knowing Hyemi, he's sure he'll hear her pestering Mark and give it to her then. When he doesn't hear her, he gets a little panicked.

He throws open the door to Jaebum's office after his shift is over. Worry written all over his face, he doesn't have time to feel sorry for bursting in.

"You better have a damn good reason for that," Jaebum barks at him as he gets up to pick up the pieces of paper Jinyoung scattered all over the floor.

"I do," he at least has the decency to help pick up the papers as well. "Did Hyunjin not come into work?"

Jaebum rolls his eyes and makes a noise of disapproval.

"She called out for the day, didn't say why."

Jinyoung sighs in disappointment, he was hoping to give it to her before he lost all courage.

"I told you to give her some space," Jaebum scolds.

Jinyoung doesn't want to listen to his advice, but he agrees. He knew she'd be back tomorrow and he'd just try again then.

Until she doesn't show up the next day. This alarms Jinyoung. Jaebum has no answer, only says she sounded distressed so he couldn't deny her. He asked for a reason why, knowing Jinyoung would want to know, but she wouldn't explain. Jinyoung's heart drops to the pit of his stomach, knowing how much responsibility weighed on her shoulders, he knew it had to be something major.

It's probably not the best idea, but he decides to drop by and see if everything is OK anyway.

It's not, Hyunjin answers the door in tears, a look of hope on her face. When she sees it's just him, she burst into tears. Too grief stricken to reply, she almost shuts the door in his face. Her mom stops her, once she realizes it's him at the door.

"Honey, go sit down," she orders.

"Is everything OK?" he tries to calmly ask. He feels dumb as hell for showing up now. Not to mention, his wolf is going crazy wanting to comfort her. It breaks his heart seeing Hyunjin so broken.

Hyunjin's mom takes a deep breath and shakes her head, she finally tears up as well. "Hyemi's missing," her voice shakes.

If he didn't know any better, he'd thought the word had stopped around him. He doesn't say anymore, just turns and runs out of the complex.

** Jinyoung barely made it to an alley to strip off his clothes before the transformation took over. He knew this was bad, it was rare that he couldn't control his wolf. The sight of Hyunjin broken, and the thought of Hyemi lost and all alone, put him over the edge.

As a wolf, he had to take several deep breaths to calm himself. The last thing he needed to do was to go on a murderous rampage and get himself in trouble. Instead, he hoped to use his heightened senses to his advantage.

He scoops his clothes in his mouth before peeking out at the street around him. It's empty, much to his fortune. He takes off up the street to try and figure out where Hyemi might have gone.

Starting at the apartment proves to be a good idea. He catches her scent out on the sidewalk in front. It's faint, but it's just enough. He follows it to the park where the three of them watched the light show. Still following the scent, it leads him right to the small patch of trees in the middle of the park.

In the line of trees, Jinyoung easily spots Hyemi curled up into a ball on the floor. She appears to be asleep, but her head perks up at the sight of him. "Wolf," she squeals and starts to stand.

He knew now was not the time to be thinking like this, but he had to admit, she had more balls than adults three times her age.

Before she runs over to him, he disappears back out of her sight. Maybe one day in the future he would let her pet him, but now was not the time. Hyunjin was worried sick over her, his only thoughts were to bring Hyemi home. He circled around to the opposite end of the trees and shifted back to his human form to get dressed.

Fully dressed, he peeked out around the tree he stood behind. Hyemi was still standing in place, looking after the way he ran off. She's clearly dejected. He steps out of the trees now. "Hyemi?" he sternly calls out.

The sudden calling of her name startles her. She whips around, eyes wide as saucers and greets him. "Jinyoung!" she yells out as she runs over to him.

He lifts her up into his arms, glad that she’s safe. She's freezing though, with only her mandatory school uniform to keep her warm.

"Have you been here the whole time?" he questions, frowning at her.

"I'm sorry," she says instead and buries her head in his shoulder.

He softens at the action and starts back to her home.

Hyunjin lets out a gasping sob when she opens the door. Her mom runs over and also bursts into tears. The two of them stand there, crushing both Hyemi and Jinyoung in a hug as they cry. When they calm down, Hyunjin's mom takes Hyemi from him and leaves the two to speak in private.

Hyunjin immediately grabs him into another hug, Jinyoung knows it's to say thanks as she can hardly speak. But she lets him go and clears her throat. "Thank you," she gets out as she wipes away her tears. "I don't know how you found her, but thank you."

He opens his mouth to reply, but is stunned to silence when instead she stands on her tiptoes to kiss him right on the cheek.

"Even though I don't want you to, you're always coming to my rescue."

** Jinyoung knew he should feel happy—Hyunjin kissed him! Only on the cheek, but it was still better than nothing. He didn't understand why he felt like shit. Maybe because despite such an amazing moment, that still didn't change anything. Hyunjin returned to work like nothing had happened, keeping Hyemi at bay as well. For now, it seemed his days were doomed to being miserable at work and then locking himself up in his room once he got home.

Leaning on the cash register, he knew it wasn't good to keep staring at the spot Hyemi used to sit and read, it would only make him more depressed, but he couldn't get himself to stop.

Someone clearing his throat, brought him back to reality. He opened his mouth to greet the customer, but he quickly realized it was Jaebum. "Oh, what do you want?" he snipped, returning to his previous position.

Jaebum sighed. "Why don't you just tell her she's your mate and get it over with. This—"

Jinyoung's whole world spun at the word mate. "What?" he interrupted.

"What do you mean 'what', you know what a mate is."

"No—I mean—" he couldn't think straight, so he took a deep breath. "How do you know Hyunjin's my mate?"

Jaebum gave him a look that read 'are you stupid?'.

"I'm being serious," he responded.

Jaebum sighed. "Enticing smell, only thing you can focus on, life suddenly revolves around her?"

"Oh," Jinyoung dumbly answered.

"How could you not know, we used to talk all the time about mates as a kid."

Jinyoung frowned. "Yeah, but I gave up that hope for us a long time ago."

Jaebum chuckled at this. "It never happens when you want it to. Besides, do you know how long ago I would have fired her if not for you?"

"What?" Jinyoung glares at him over those words.

"Since you obviously don't know, she can't keep bringing her kid to work. If one of the region managers catches her, we're both done."

Jinyoung calms down at this. "Thank you."

"No need, just tell her and get it over with," Jaebum orders and pats him on the shoulder as he leaves.

The fact that Hyunjin is his mate is all he can think of for the rest of his shift.

And when he sees her, struggling to carry a sleepy Hyemi out of the store after work, he goes to her rescue without thinking twice.

** Jinyoung's stomach flips the next day when he runs into her before work. She's all alone for once, Hyemi nowhere in sight. He decides to gather all his courage and speak to her.

"Hey," he greets.

"Hello," Hyunjin shyly greets back, not quite able to meet his eyes. Suddenly something dawns on her and she grabs his shoulder. "Oh, can I get your opinion on something?"

"Sure," he doesn't hesitate.

"OK," Hyunjin nods and tightens her hold on him as she drags him to the store's jewelry department. His brows furrow in worry, wondering why she would be taking him there, but he silently follows.

Hyunjin stops at a glass counter and peers down, pointing at a little gold necklace with a wolf pendant.

"What do you think?"

He looks down, confused why she's asking his opinion about it.

"It's cute?" he offers.

"I thought so too," she nods, taking his answer seriously.

When she notices the confused look on his face, she answers, "It's for Hyemi. I'm getting her a Christmas present after all."

The look of shock on his face must say it all.

"I know," Hyunjin puts her hands up in defeat. "It's a miracle, right?" He laughs, but doesn't answer. "Actually, it's because of you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you spoil her without any hesitation and I want to do that as well." she looks at him softly, a hint of adoration in her eyes. "I guess you can say you influenced me."

He feels warm all over and figures, just maybe, there was still hope for them.

** The department store is closed for Christmas day. In usual tradition, Jinyoung, along with Jaebum and Mark get up bright and early to go back to Jaebum's parent's house. They spend most of the day catching his mom up, she's always so happy to see the three of them and be filled in on their lives.

"What has my little Jinyoung so distracted?" he hears Jaebum's mom ask.

"Hm?" he questions, finally zoning in on the conversation. It's after dinner and they are just sitting around the table, casually talking about life, but he wasn't listening. He was thinking about Hyunjin and Hyemi, of course, and missed what they were talking about completely.

"Jinyoung found his mate," Mark blurts out.

Jinyoung glares at Mark. He was hoping to get by without having to actually talk about her. Although not completely over, it was disappointing.

"Tell me all about her," of course his mom demands.

"Well... there's not much to say," he nervously answers. It was true, Hyunjin and him hadn't gone anywhere in their relationship.

Jaebum's mom reaches across the table and swats him on the arm. "You should have invited her over."

From the look of concern that washes over her features, Jinyoung's sure he must look miserable.

"You haven't told her, have you?" she immediately catches on.

He swallows the lump in his throat, not sure why he suddenly wants to cry. "Not yet."

Jaebum's mom gets to her feet and comes around the table to hug him. She lets out a defeated sigh, but makes him stand. "What?" he questions before she silences him.

"Go get her, you're basically not here anyway!"

He makes a noise of objection, but everyone is giving him looks that says to go.

"Don't worry, we've already had dinner. It's fine," his mom encourages.

He feels guilty, but grabs his coat anyway. He doesn't need to be told twice. If anything he would just dump all his feelings on Hyunjin and leave it up to her to decide.

** Before heading straight to Hyunjin's, Jinyoung made sure to drop by and grab his gift for Hyemi. He feels a little silly for not getting Hyunjin something, but he's certain she'd probably chew his head off if he did actually get her a gift. The thought makes him feel better as he heads to her apartment.

At her apartment, Hyemi answers the door. There's no Hyunjin to scold, just Hyunjin's mom. Hyunjin's mom is surprised to see him, but ushers him in quickly.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, showing him into their living room.

"What's that?" Hyemi busters out, only concerned with the gift in his hand.

Jinyoung grins down at the little girl and hands it to her. "Actually, it's for you."

Hyemi takes the gift and instantly starts to rip it.

"Wait!" both him and Hyunjin's mom stop her.

"Why?" she angrily shouts back.

Hyunjin's mom beats him to answering. "Wait for your mom to get home before you open it, silly. Don't you think she's want to see?"

"Right!" Hyemi caves, disappointment all over her face.

Hyunjin's mom turns to him now. She gives him a confused look. "She said she was heading to your place, had something to talk with you about."

His heart wants to burst out of his chest, she wanted to talk to him by her own choice?

"I was just there, I didn't see her," he answers instead.

"Must have just missed her."

Jinyoung nods at this and points at the door. "I'm going to go see if I can catch her."

Hyunjin's mom nods and waves him off, more concerned with Hyemi, who's taken their distraction as a chance to try and 'accidentally' open her gift.

"Put that under the tree and don't touch it," is the last thing he hears before he's off running out the door.

He makes it to his apartment in a few minutes, panting and probably looking a mess. He takes a second to fix himself, he'd hate to look awful when he finally confessed his feelings to Hyunjin. Once he was confident in himself, he heads to his apartment.

The smell of Hyunjin hits him as he gets to his hallway. She's leaned up against his apartment door, looking bored out of her mind.

"Hey," he greets, breaking her concentration.

"Hey," she squeaks, looking nervous now that they're face to face.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

"Um," Hyunjin stumbled, suddenly wide eyed like she had no idea either. "This!" she exclaimed, pulling out a gold watch.

He gives her a confused look.

"You dropped it at my place the night you found Hyemi," she softened. "I noticed it was broken and had it repaired for you."

He carefully takes the watch in his hand, expecting it and seeing that it looked perfectly as he remembered. He hadn't even noticed it was missing. Running his hand over the face of it, he instantly puts it back on, feeling completely touched that she went out of her way to get it fixed for him.

"Thank you," he tells her.

"No, thank you," she tells him back. "I can't say it enough."

He smiles, shaking off her gratitude. "No need, I'd do anything for you."

He's not sure if she says anything else, he's only able to hear his wolf going crazy. Kiss her, you fool, it chants. So he does. He leans right in and kisses her.

He hears a squeal of excitement and quickly breaks off the kiss. Scowling, he sees it's Mark and Jaebum. They're standing at the other end of the hall, gawking at him like they've just witnessed a miracle. "Hey, how about we go..." Jaebum trails off feeling the awkward tension. "Let's just go anywhere else, OK?" he orders Mark, taking the older boy by the arm.

"Wait," Hyunjin stops them. "I was just leaving actually."

She gives Jinyoung a shy look before rushing past him.

Jinyoung lets out the biggest sigh. Now how is he supposed to calm down his wolf?

** Jinyoung was feeling very satisfied the next day. He went into work confident, after having finally made a move. It felt even better when him and Hyunjin began texting throughout the day. He was just replying back to her latest text when the scent of her hit him. Looking up from his phone, she shyly waved at him as she walked over.

"Hey," she greeted, as she casually leaned on his register. "I'm on break," she offered.

"Oh?" he feigns surprise, making sure to tease her. "Glad I'm your first thought."

She rolls her eyes, but the smile doesn't fall off her face. "I wanted to tell you something face to face."

Sensing she wasn't in the joking mood, Jinyoung gets serious as well. "OK."

Hyunjin takes a deep breath and avoids his eyes, instead choosing to focus on his hands which she takes one in her own. "This morning, I got a raise."

"That's great, isn't it?"

"Yeah, you know I can definitely use the pay raise."

"But?" he questions.

"Well, now I can afford to quit this job."

His heart sinks hearing this. He looked forward to seeing her everyday and now she was going to leave?

"My mom got the OK to stop wearing her sling and she starts therapy, so she can't really watch Hyemi anymore. It's all really working out for the better, you know?" She doesn't say it, but he can read it in her eyes. It's all working out, except for him.

"So when do you quit?"

"Today."

Disappointment hits him like a wall and he can't hold back the frown that crosses his face.

"I mean it's not like we won't see each other again, right?" she looks hopefully at him.

In his usual perfect timing, Jaebum pops up. "You, breaks over," he tells Hyunjin and practically barks at him, "Jinyoung, go on break."

Jinyoung lets out a sigh as Hyunjin nods a goodbye to him and leaves back to her station. With Jaebum nowhere in sight, Jinyoung decides to run after Hyunjin. He wasn't quite finished with their conversation.

"You're right, there's no reason we shouldn't see each other again."

Hyunjin brightens up at his words and shyly smiles at him. "Right."

"How about tomorrow? After I get off work? Do you think your mom can watch Hyemi for just a little bit?"

She doesn't even hesitate. "Yeah, of course!"

"Great. It's a date."

"A date," Hyunjin agrees.

They've reached her section and Jinyoung knows he should probably go. No use getting her in trouble on her last day, but his feet won't move. They stay planted, letting him stare into her eyes.

And just as he leans over to kiss Hyunjin, Jaebum walks by. He doesn't stop, just leaves them with his words.

"Employees aren't allowed to kiss during work hours."

** Jinyoung wished that when he got to retell the story of his first date with his mate that it would be amazing. Something for people to envy. Something that was not a disaster. It's like his brain wouldn't calm down and think, it refused to let him act like a normal human. He knocked his drink over onto, not just him, but Hyunjin as well. Then when he tried to help clean it up, he knocked over hers as well. The embarrassment didn't stop there, of course. He stood to go to the men's room and ran right into a waiter, creating an even bigger scene.

After all the commotion, luckily Hyunjin was OK with leaving. He was so upset with himself, he couldn't bring himself to talk with her on the walk home. It was awkward and silent, only Hyunjin glancing at him in concern. When her apartment came into view, he was never more happy to see it.

Hyunjin stopped at her door and turned to him. "Don't be so hard on yourself, OK?" she told him, trying to look him in the eye.

"You don't have to sugar coat it, I know I ruined it." He finally answered, looking sadly down at her.

Hyunjin laughed. "Honestly it was cute. You're always so perfect, it was nice seeing you normal for once."

Her confession made his face heat up. "What?"

"Oh, come on," she rolled her eyes at him. "You walk around dressed very neatly, and you're perfect at everything. You're unreal sometimes."

He scoffed at this. "No, I'm very normal."

"It's part of your charm, don't take it as an insult. I don't care what you say, I still enjoyed myself."

Jinyoung clucked his tongue at this. "There's no way you could."

Hyunjin let out a sigh and said no more, just pulled him in for a hug.

"I'll make it up to you," he promised, finally hugging her back.

But he doesn't get the chance, he spends the next month over at Hyunjin's house helping out in any way he can. It's fun, never a dull moment in their household, but he would kill for some alone time with her. He mopes around at work and if he has to hear Jaebum complain about him one more time—he might just flip out.

Luckily none of that is necessary. Hyunjin suggests they do something one night, and he feels like his prayers have been answered.

** Hyunjin suggested they stay in for their next date, which he couldn't agree with more. He invited her over, making sure to throw out both Mark and Jaebum. Last thing he needed was those two hovering around, making him more nervous than he already was. The beauty about having a movie night was there was for sure no way for him to screw it up. All they had to do was watch a movie, talk, eat. Simple things.

Hyunjin sat curled up on the couch as he went in the kitchen to get them drinks. "Do you know Hyemi is still talking about wolves?" Hyunjin brings up. When he returns from the kitchen, he sees why. The TV is muted, but there is a rerun of A Werewolf Boy playing on screen. He thinks fondly back on how he tried to tell her the plot of it and got caught.

"Maybe she's destined to be a wolf's mate," he casually responded. His eyes widened when he realized he'd slipped up. Luckily, Hyunjin didn't take it seriously, instead smiled at the idea.

"That would be so cute and romantic. Having a soulmate seems nice."

He cocks a brow at this, surprised she'd actually said that.

"Not that I want to be someone's soulmate, you know?" she clarifies, suddenly speaking very fast. "I have you, I don't need a soulmate." Now she looks scared. "Not that we aren't soulmates, I think we match very well."

He puts his hand on her thigh to calm her down. "I didn't realize you believed in werewolves," he skirts around the topic of soulmates, already knowing the truth.

"I'm not saying they're real, but you never know. The world is too much a mystery for me to rule anything out."

His heart fluttered at her answer. Fate sure did have a funny way of working. How amazing was it that his mate not only thought his kind was a possibility, she was open for such an idea too. His wolf stirred, telling him to just tell her everything. No delay. Now or never.

But her phone rang, Hyemi's face appeared on the screen and he wanted to cry. So much for his perfect opportunity.

** Jinyoung really had to thank Hyunjin's mom. She'd nagged Hyunjin to take a break so much, they'd actually had a few more dates. All like their second date. Nights in, where he couldn't mess up. And he had to hand it to himself, he was getting less and less nervous around her.

Especially tonight where more than anything he wanted to pounce on her. His wolf was going crazy. He had Hyunjin tucked warmly by his side, the two opting for snuggling rather than a movie like usual. When he showed up at her door to walk with her to his place, he realized she was just too tired for anything else. Happy just to have her alone, he would have agreed to anything really.

She threw her leg over his and tried to snuggle even further into his side, like that was possible. "You're really warm," she commented as she let out a sigh of relaxation.

"Oh?" he feigned ignorance. He was on fire. Every part of him wanted to just push her back and take her right then. But he couldn't. He'd promised himself he wouldn't make a move until he told her the truth. He hated himself for agreeing to such a condition, but he knew it was right. It was better to get it out before progressing any further.

"Yeah, I like it," she commented. "You remind me of a dog."

He broke out into a laugh. "What?" he questioned, sitting up to look at her. That comment was out of left field.

"I'm so sorry," she nervously covered her mouth. "I didn't mean that. It's just that as a kid, I had a pet dog and he was always like a little heater."

He dropped the smile off his face, this was the moment he was waiting for!

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to compare you to a dog!" Hyunjin blurted out, taking his serious look for offense.

"It's fine, I don't care," he told her, taking her hands into his own. "I have to tell you something."

A nervous look crossed Hyunjin's face. "Is everything OK?" she questioned.

"Yeah, of course," he smiled at her. She smiled back, friendly, encouraging him to continue then.

"Remember how I said maybe Hyemi was a wolf's mate?"

"Yeah," she let out a laugh.

"Well, it's not Hyemi. It's you."

Hyunjin cocked her head in confusion. "What?"

"It's you. You're the wolf mate. You're my mate."

He let the words hang in the air, waiting for them to register with Hyunjin. For her to laugh it off or call him crazy.

"So you mean you're a werewolf?"

"Yes," he quietly answered.

Hyunjin nodded. "That explains a lot."

"Um," he looked thoroughly confused now. "What?"

"Well, it's winter and you never wear a jacket. Somehow you miraculously found Hyemi when she went missing," she answered seriously. "I said you were unreal and I meant it."

"Oh," he was stunned that she caught onto so much.

"Plus Hyemi told me that little story you told her about Nyeongie. That's you, isn't it?"

He felt his face heat up. Honestly he should have known better. With how obsessed Hyemi was over wolves, he should have expected her to share the story with Hyunjin.

"It doesn't change how I feel for you."

The words surprise him and before he can reply, Hyunjin leans in and kisses him. It's more aggressive than he's used to, like she wants to show him just how much she feels. He falls back onto the bed, not breaking the kiss and accepts it all eagerly. When her hands travel farther down his body then she's ever allowed, he knows it's a sign.

Jinyoung breaks the kiss, taking a moment to stare into her face. She's beautiful, more beautiful than anyone he's ever known. She was strong and independent and probably everything he could ask for in a mate. He wondered how he'd gotten so lucky.

"Can I make love to you?" he's nervous, not quite sure if he'll be good enough, but he wants to try. The fire in him has been burning for so long, he's ready to put it out now. And when she answers a quiet of course, he loses it.

He flips their position so he's hovering over her, hands going to her waist to remove her shirt, but she sits up and, much to his dismay, helps him remove it herself. He wanted to put in all the work, but she's in a hurry. Once shed of her own, he's quick to strip off his clothes, her hands greedily helping him in the progress.

Free of no barrier, she wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in to another kiss. Jinyoung can't help the laugh that bubbles out. "Slow down, hm?" he questions. "There's no need to rush."

Hyunjin lets out a sigh. "I know," her voice comes out low, strained. "I just want you so badly."

Her anticipation gives him courage. He drops his face into the crook of her neck, her smell even more enticing than usual. He's too embarrassed to tell her he can't hurry, his brain too fuzzy with her to quickly process his next moves. Even his wolf is disappointed in him. It's chanting for him to get it on already, but Hyunjin's worth more than that to him.

He grabs her by the hips and she wraps her legs around him as he lowers them both back down to the bed. He kisses her, this time slow and gentle, like their kisses usually go. While normally he can barely move his hands, too much in fear of going too far, this time he explores. He starts at her neck and travels down the line of her body, only stopping at her hips when she lets out a whimper.

"Feel good?" he grins.

"Yes," she sighs out. She moans when he slips his hand in between her legs. "Better," she breathes out when he starts to slowly circle her clit. "Much better."

He chuckles, but doesn't stop. Just takes in the image of her face flushed, eyes closed, enjoying his lazy hand movements. By now his dick is hard and dying to be in her, but he tries to remain calm. Her before himself, he reminds. When she moans, he quickens the pace, ready to get her to her peak. She rolls her hips in sync with him and lets out a cry when she finally reaches her orgasm.

"Ready for me?" he asks, still wanting to be sure.

"I've been ready," she replies and he loses it.

He presses into her, hissing as he glides in with ease. She was right, she was beyond wet and ready. He goes in deeper. He imagined she'd felt good, but not this much. He can't think of anything, just the need to fill her up as he thrusts in and out. He lets out a groan when he finally cums as well.

Hyunjin pulls him in for a kiss before he collapses on top of her. "I love you," he blurts out without thinking, still breathless and panting on top of her.

He tenses, wondering if she heard him or maybe fallen asleep because she doesn't answer right away like he expects. Much to his own relief, he feels her smile.

"Good because I love you too."

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Unleashing my GOT7 World

Hi Everyone,

For the longest time, I’ve been imagining scenarios and AUs in my head but I never put them into words. This started way back mid-JJP (2012), every day and every night I would imagine the what-ifs. Last year, I even made outlines of my supposedly ‘story’ with GOT7 but still, it’s not yet written properly. Why? Because I am shy and I don’t know how to properly put my scenes into words. So I’ve always been reading fics in tumblr, and I tell ya, I am so proud of our writers here, some even made me cry!!!

Anyway, the point is, I think I’m ready to write again! Yes again, because way back 2006, I wrote fanfics online but never got to finish them. So yes, I’ll try my best to pursue my previous passion in writing!

I don’t know when I’ll publish a short fic but I’m writing this here as a promise to eventually post something in the future. I’m still scared

Target date: 2020

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Phoenix Aurora (Jinyoung X OC Fanfic) Chapter 1

Yuan Dynasty, Year 1300

On a well trodden forest road, a large caravan of horses, men, and carriages moved swiftly along the dirt path, the steady sound of rolling wheels and horse hooves heralding their approach to anyone who was up ahead. A tall white and blue flag waved in the air from where it was attached to the front of the first carriage, leaving little question about who the large traveling group belonged to. Commoners on the road scattered to make room for the travelers, their gazes barely daring to look up even briefly at the elaborately decorated caravan. Still, the same words echoed silently from their closed lips and carefully averted gazes.

Travelers from Yuan.

It was a time in China when the Mongols ruled the empire, the continent having been taken under their control for many years. And, as of a few decades ago, their control had spread beyond China and into nearby Korea. On paper, Korea was ruled by the Goryeo empire, but everyone knew who the real people in control were. And right now, the sole person sitting at the top of that vast territory was currently sitting in the midst of the caravan, hidden in a carriage behind a cloth screen. 

Up ahead, a young child holding a basket of flowers bravely dashed up to the caravan and held up a flower. 

“Lady, would you like to buy a flower?” She called, dashing alongside the moving carriage. Before the person sitting in the carriage could speak, two guards grabbed the child and pulled her away.

“Move aside, you brat.” The guards snapped, “This is no place for you.”

“I only wanted to sell flowers!” The girl protested persistently, “Please, I need the money!” The struggle continued for a few moments longer before a voice interrupted from inside the carriage.

“What’s going on?” The voice was crystal clear, and held an aura of authority even from inside the carriage. The entire caravan came to a stop, and one of the guards came over to the window cut into the edge of the front carriage.

“I apologize, Your Majesty. This child was creating trouble.” He replied. 

“I only wanted to sell flowers!” The little girl insisted again. The commoners who had been on the road stopped to watch what was going on, fearful looks in their eyes. The Mongols had a reputation for being a warrior tribe; this child was certainly finished. There was a long moment of silence, and then the curtain covering the front of the carriage was pulled aside. A lithe figure leapt easily from inside, landing with a soft thump onto the dirt road. It was a tall young woman, dressed in elaborate sky blue and grey robes that went down past her knees and was belted at the waist to show off her slender figure. Her long hair was intertwined with delicate braids, and a simply beaded headdress swayed and clinked in the wind from where it sat on her head. Her eyes, sharp and steady, looked from the guard over to where the child was being held, still holding her little basket of flowers. Walking over, the young woman looked at the flowers in the girl’s basket, then at the guard’s hands gripping the child.

“Let her go.” She said firmly.

“But Your Majesty!” The guard protested, but the woman’s sharp gaze cut off any other protests that had risen to his lips, and he did as he was told. The young woman looked from one guard to the other, and then without another word, she reached out and slapped both guards each on both sides of their faces. The resounding smack echoed loudly in the clearing where they stood, and even the commoners gasped in surprise at what had just happened. 

“Who taught you to treat a child this way?” The young woman growled, “Certainly I never gave such orders. Or did you think that my thoughts did not matter simply because she’s just a child?” The men gasped and fell to their knees.

“We would never dare to think that way, Your Majesty!” They exclaimed, “Please spare our lives!” The young women glared at them both, making the men squirm uncomfortably.

“You are both demoted to manual labor for the rest of our trip to and at Goryeo.” She declared, “Now get lost!” The men scrambled away, and the young woman knelt down to look at the little girl at eye level.

“Child, why are you out here selling flowers by yourself?” She asked softly, gently checking the girl’s arms for injuries. 

“My mama has to take care of my siblings.” The little girl replied tearfully, “I’m the oldest, so I have to help make money!” The young woman’s gaze grew warm as she heard the girl’s answer and she carefully fished out some coins from the sachet at her waist.

“Take this.” She said, handing the money to the child and taking the flowers out of the basket, “I will buy all your flowers today. Go home now, it’s not safe outside by yourself.” The little girl’s eyes lit up in delight and she bowed happily at the young woman.

“Thank you, Lady!” She cried, “Thank you!” The young woman smiled and rose to her feet, staying in place until the little girl disappeared into the distance. Another soldier appeared behind the young woman.

“Soyoung, was it really necessary to give that much money to that child?” He asked. The young woman, Soyoung, smiled as she looked back at the soldier.

“She is a brave child, and a responsible one.” She responded, “She reminds me of myself, when I was younger. I couldn’t just let her go empty handed.” 

“And if she was lying to you?” The guard asked. Soyoung grinned and patted the guard on the shoulder.

“Hyojun, don’t you trust your ruler’s eye by now?” She asked, “That child was nothing more than a pure eldest sister. There wasn’t a shred of intention to defraud me.” The guard, Hyojun, smiled and bowed his head.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” He replied, “Let me help you back into the carriage.” Soyoung smiled and nodded.

“How much longer until we reach Goryeo?” She asked as Hyojun gave her a hand to get back into the carriage.

“Perhaps half a day, Your Majesty.” Hyojun replied, “We are getting close.” The young woman nodded and waved her hand.

“Let’s get going then.” She ordered. Hyojun bowed in acquiescence and returned to his place at the front of the carriage.

“Set off!” He declared. As the large group off, the commoners on the road behind them chattered away at the scene that had just unfolded. 

“Who was that?” 

“I’ve rarely seen a woman with so much authority before!” 

“Didn’t you hear what the guards said? They called her ‘Majesty’!” 

“Then...you’re not saying that was…!” The peoples’ words trailed off, none daring to finish the sentence. Still, all of them knew who they had just come across.

Jang Soyoung, Empress of Mongolia and sole ruler of the Mongol Empire.

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Kaesong, Goryeo

The capital city of Kaesong was a busy place, filled with everything from bustling markets, children running up and down the streets, restaurants with delicious smells wafting from their open doors, and houses of all shapes and sizes lined up next to each other. On one corner of the city sat a building completely different from the rest. The royal palace glimmered in the sunlight, it’s tall walls blocking outsiders from viewing an entirely different world inside, save for the tops of green-grey rooftops peeking out from within.

The royal library sat near the middle of the palace, placed strategically for ease of access by members of the royal family and ministers alike. The library was an impressive sprawling structure, filled from end to end with all sorts of texts, some of which couldn’t be found outside the palace walls. In one corner of the library there currently sat a young man curled up comfortably on one of the plush sofas, both hands holding a book that he was reading in delight. He was so fascinated in the text he was reading, he completely failed to notice a set of approaching footsteps and the voice calling his name until the speaker was right in front of him.

“...young. Yah, Jinyoung!” Park Jinyoung, the fifth prince of Goryeo, looked up with a start as the sound of his name broke through the text he was reading. A scowl graced his lips at being interrupted, but it broke into a grin as he realized who was standing in front of him.

“Hyung-nim!” He exclaimed, “What brings you here?” Jaebeom, the Crown Prince of the Goryeo empire, smiled and ruffled his younger brother’s hair. 

“I’ve been looking for you.” He replied, “You were so engrossed in reading as always that you didn’t even hear me approach!” Jinyoung grinned sheepishly and closed the book he was holding.

“My apologies, brother.” He said, “This book is far too interesting!” Jaebeom chuckled.

“That’s what you say about everything you read.” He teased, “Have you read the entire royal library yet?” Jinyoung shook his head.

“No, but one day I will!” He replied with a grin. Jaebeom chuckled and pulled Jinyoung to his feet.

“Come with me.” He said, “Father has asked to gather all the princes in his study.” Jinyoung tilted his head curiously, then frowned.

“Is this about the Mongol empress visiting?” He asked. Jaebeom nodded and Jinyoung sighed deeply.

“Hyung, I don’t know why we all have to attend this lavish banquet that Father is holding for the empress.” He complained, “Is she really going to pick a husband out of all of us, like the rumors say? Whoever she picks has to go to Mongolia with her, don’t they? That’s ridiculous!” Jaebeom stopped as they neared the library entrance, nearly causing Jinyoung to crash into him.

“Jinyoung.” He said sternly, “Don’t ever let Father or anyone else hear you say that.” 

“But it’s true!” Jinyoung protested, “I don’t like it when I hear people calling our royal sons designated ‘son in laws’ of the Mongol royal family!” Jaebeom turned and fixed a stern gaze on his younger brother.

“Like it or not, that is the way things are now.” He said firmly, “And I do not see things changing for a while to come. It is one of the ways we maintain a peaceful relationship with the Yuan royal family, and as future ruler, I will not see things come crashing down because rumors get around that my baby brother is displeased with the matter. Do you understand?” Jinyoung huffed and nodded.

“Yes, hyung-nim.” He said obediently. Jaebeom reached out and poked him on the face.

“Wipe that pout off your face, little brother.” He said, “People are watching.” Jinyoung sighed and nodded again.

“Yes hyung.” He grumbled. Jaebeom opened the library doors and let sunlight flood into the darkened room, illuminating the rows upon rows of books. Jinyoung straightened his back and brushed off his robes before following his brother out, making sure to look every inch the prince he was. He was only the fifth prince, with little wishes in life besides living peacefully while reading and learning all he wanted. But in the end, he was still a member of the royal family, and some things, like maintaining an authoritative image, were things he couldn’t avoid. 

That, and meeting with potential foreign brides.

Fortunately for Jinyoung, he was certainly far from what a Mongol empress wanted in a husband. They were known as a warrior tribe, famed far and wide for their ability to strike quickly and deadly. That was how they had conquered large swaths of the continent, resulting in their large empire today. Certainly, the husband that their ruler would want was someone just like them, right?

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Imperial Study, a little while later

“Father.” Jinyoung’s voice cut through the hushed whispers that had immediately begun filling the king’s study as soon as the king finished his most recent announcement. Namely, that the princes, save for the crown prince, were all required to participate in a multi-round competition to show off their abilities in front of the Mongol empress in order to see who could win her hand. In theory, it was a glorious thing to win; whoever married the empress would help maintain the country’s peace for years to come, and live in the pure luxury provided by the Yuan dynasty. But at the same time, whoever won would have to leave Goryeo, go to a completely foreign country they knew little about, and marry into another royal family completely alien to them. Foreign princesses had married into other countries before, but princes marrying into other countries were almost unheard of. 

“Yes Jinyoung?” The king looked over at his fifth son as the young man rose to his feet. 

“Father, I’d like to be excused from the competition.” Jinyoung said with a bow.

“Jinyoung!” Jaebeom hissed under his breath, but Jinyoung promptly ignored his brother’s warning whisper. 

“I am merely a scholar, the complete opposite of a warrior.” Jinyoung said, “I know little about the politics of the Mongol court, nor do I have any interest in it. I have no desire to marry the Yuan ruler.” 

“Do you think your brothers are particularly willing?” The king replied, his eyes narrowing, “Jinyoung, all the princes who are of age to be married, including you, are required to participate in the competition in three days. No one will be excused.”

“But Father-!” Jinyoung began to protest, but the king cut him off.

“That’s enough Jinyoung, and that will be the last I will be hearing of that request from you.” The king said firmly, “You may not like it, but as a son of the royal family, this is one of the things you must do. Perhaps the empress will like you, you who are the complete opposite of her.” Jinyoung opened his mouth to protest again, but a sharp tug on his sleeve from Jaebeom cut him off again. Swallowing down a deep sigh, Jinyoung bit his lip and bowed obediently.

“Yes, Father.” As the princes rose and filed out of the imperial library, Jinyoung felt a sharp squeeze on his shoulder and turned to see Jaebeom.

“Hyung…” He said quietly, knowing he was in for a lecture.

“Jinyoung, what were you thinking?” The Crown Prince scolded, “There was no way Father was going to say yes.” Jinyoung dipped his head, knowing he had overstepped his boundaries with his request.

“I know...but...I thought it wouldn’t hurt to just ask.” He said quietly. Jaebeom sighed and patted Jinyoung gently on the shoulder.

“The sons of Goryeo have married Yuan princesses for generations.” He said, “Our generation will be no different.” 

“I know.” Jinyoung replied quietly, “But that was when they married here. This time, it will be an entirely different situation.” Jaebeom nodded in agreement.

“No matter what happens, there is little choice.” He said softly, “We are all sons of the royal family.” Jinyoung sighed and nodded, quietly falling in step behind his brother as they left the courtyard. 

I hope the queen doesn’t pick me.

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The next day, Jinyoung left the palace as usual and headed for the teahouse where he liked to spend the hours discussing poetry and literature with some young noblemen in the capital. He knew the king expected him to attend the banquet that night, but there was plenty of time between then and now. Besides, today was one of the few days he did not want to miss the chance to speak with his fellow scholars. Once every six months, he and all the other scholars in the capital would gather at the largest teahouse in the middle of the capital and have a friendly competition in poetry and the classics. They would each take turns posing a topic, and then each scholar would come up with a poem to match the topic. It was a well received event, and people often came for the rare chance to watch the young noblemen compete. Jinyoung had even heard of a few couples that were matched in the course of the event. 

That of course, was not why he made every effort to attend.

It was one of the few ways he could escape the strictures and formalities of the royal palace, where he could simply focus on the words flowing across the pages of poetry. For just a few hours, he could forget his status, the power play that went on in court on a daily basis which he inevitably got drawn into one way or another, and just delve deeply into what he loved most.

As Jinyoung lifted up the hem of his robes and tread carefully up the steps to the open pavilion where the young scholars sat, his gaze lit up as he spotted a familiar figure.

“Youngjae!” He called, waving his hand happily. The person he called out to turned around at the sound, a smile filling his handsome boyish face as he quickly hurried over to Jinyoung.

“Your Highness.” He said with a polite bow, both hands folded in front of him, “Have you been well?” Jinyoung laughed and quickly lifted his friend up from his bow.

“Youngjae, Youngjae.” He said with a teasing smile, “How many times do I have to tell you? Out here, you can do away with the formalities.” Choi Youngjae was the son of the Crown Prince’s tutor, and had spent many years growing up in the palace together with the royal princes. Closer in age to Jinyoung than the other princes, the two had bonded quickly over their mutual interests in literature and poetry and been close friends ever since childhood. A talented and gentle young man, Youngjae had also been gifted with a beautiful voice that made ladies blush when he sang, leading to the nickname he had been given throughout the capital city, “little skylark.” Youngjae smiled shyly and gave Jinyoung a light shove.

“And how many times have I told you that some formalities must be kept?” He replied, “At least let me bow properly, Fifth Prince.” Before Jinyoung could respond, he heard someone laugh from behind him, and a friendly arm looped around Jinyoung’s shoulders.

“Leave him be, Highness.” The newcomer teased, “Youngjae has always been such a stickler for formalities.” Jinyoung chuckled and turned to give the newcomer a playful smack.

“Just as you’ve always ignored formalities, Yugyeom.” He replied with an amused smile. Kim Yugyeom grinned and bowed mischievously. The third son of one of the most successful merchants in the capital, he had been raised with the best education the city had to offer. As the youngest though, he was also the most coddled out of the family’s children, culminating in a playful personality and the ability to get away with just about whatever he wanted.

“On the contrary, I simply honor Your Highness’s wishes.” He replied cheerfully, “I am an obedient citizen, Fifth Prince.” Jinyoung chuckled and gave his two friends a light shove towards their designated chairs.

“Come, let’s go and sit down. The event will begin soon.” The trio of friends took their seats with a few polite bows to the other men around them, and soon the poetry competition began. As usual, citizens of all ages came to watch the event, their excited cries filling the air as the young men showed off their best skills. The hours flew by, and soon the scholars were posing their final topics. One of the young men rose to his feet, flipping open a delicate fan with a sharp thwack.

“I would like to pose a topic!” He declared, “In our world today, one of the greatest gifts for a poet is to have a place to enjoy peace and devote ourselves fully to our craft. Indeed, what can be more peaceful than the nature around us? And so, I would like to challenge everyone to create a poem about nature, that beautiful place which allowed the poets of old to be at peace and create so many pieces of art in the past.” The entire pavilion was silent for a few long moments as the young men pondered over the topic they had been given. Then, Jinyoung grinned and rose to his feet. He had often gone to travel with Jaebeom and the king to explore the world outside the walls of the palace and the capital city, and those trips had often included trips to the countryside where he saw everything from a babbling brook to drawing the grand mountains in the distance and catching fish in the rushing river. 

“I have an answer!” He declared with a grin. The young men around him turned in anticipation, wondering what the prince had in store. Jinyoung took a deep breath and began reciting the poem that had risen to his mind. 

“Walking alone on the left bank of the river

 I watched the heron seek her reedy nest. 

Watching white clouds, like feathered jackets fall 

Into the space between two mountain peaks,

 Even my soul found respite from her cares. 

Only the restless river hurried on, 

Sweeping from grottoes of the mountain gorge

 Down to the level rice fields of the plain, 

Hurrying, hurrying ever to the ocean.

 Why do you flow so swiftly, little river ? 

You will be lost in the blue space of the ocean 

And to your mountains there is no returning.”

There was a long moment of silence as Jinyoung’s words hung in the air, then the spectators and the young scholars in the pavilion burst into applause.

“Brilliant!” 

“Your Highness, that was beautiful!” Jinyoung bowed politely in acceptance of the praise.

“It was nothing.” He replied humbly, “I still have a lot of learning to do.” As the soft murmurs of praise from the young men under the pavilion died down, Jinyoung was startled to hear the sound of clapping rising above the soft din of the young men’s hushed discussions. Turning, his eyes widened as he saw a young woman walk up the steps and enter the pavilion. The scholars’ hushed whispers immediately rose in volume, startled at the sudden sight of the newcomer. 

Save for the rare occasions when they were given permission to join with them, women never entered the teahouse pavilion while the poets were there. 

Jinyoung carefully studied the young woman in front of him. She was dressed in a light yellow and seafoam green hanbok, decorated with elaborate patterns over the dress and at the sleeve cuff. It was an elegant dress, usually reserved for those of nobility, but something struck Jinyoung as different about this girl. On the outside, she looked like someone from Goryeo, but everything else about her said otherwise.

Unlike a young unmarried woman of Goryeo, she stood with her back straight and her chin tilted upward confidently, exuding an air of grace and refinement. Her long hair fell free down her back, held back by only a small hairpiece in the back. She reminded Jinyoung of a beautiful cat, calm, composed, and poised even as she stood in the midst of the young noblemen of Goryeo in front of the entire city to see. Her eyes, a rich dark brown, met Jinyoung’s unabashed, showing little care of the fact that he was a man and she, allegedly, an unmarried woman. 

As her gaze met Jinyoung’s, he felt his heart skip a beat and leap into his throat in a way that it had never done before when he had been around women.

Being a prince, there was no shortage of young noblewomen around him at all times. But the way this young woman looked, the way her sharp gaze seemed to draw anyone deep into their depths, made Jinyoung feel a rush of emotions he had never felt before. 

No,this was no young sheltered Goryeo noblewoman, hidden away from the eyes of outsiders by protective parents. 

This was a woman who had seen, and been through, more than Jinyoung could ever imagine.

Who is that?

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Jang Soyoung had promised Hyojun she would stay under the radar while she took a casual walk around the capital to see how life was going for the Goryeo people. She had even gone through the pains of dressing in a Goryeo hanbok, although it had been more than a simple annoyance to put on the multiple layers and portions the clothing required. When she saw a crowd gathered by the teahouse in the middle of the city, she had only intended to stand by quietly and see what the people were getting so excited about. 

For a little while, Soyoung had been bored by the event. It turned out to be little more than a group of Goryeo scholars joined together in a friendly competition. While the Emperor and Empress had made sure to give her the best education, Soyoung had been taught to be a warrior, not a scholar. Her mother had come from one of the top military clans in the country, and she had made sure that her daughter wouldn’t become a coddled flower, groomed to only marry and become a decoration in the corner of her husband’s home. 

Then, one of the young scholars in the shaded pavilion caught her eye as he rose from his seat and posited a poem in response to the topic that had just been posed. He was a slender young man, dressed in a hanbok made of the finest material. He had a handsome face, with soft gently curved cheeks, bow-shaped lips, and warm dark brown eyes. Those warm eyes sparkled as he bowed politely to the other scholars around him before speaking. Oddly enough, Soyoung found herself listening closely as the young man recited a poem about nature, the short verses speaking of flowing rivers and herons. While far from a scholar herself, Soyoung found the verses both meaningful and evoking beautiful images of the wild nature that she personally loved. The way the young man spoke, so excited about a mere poem, drew her in and made her want to know more. 

“Hyojun.” She said softly to her personal guard, who was standing closely behind her.

“Yes, My Lady?” He asked. Soyoung tilted her head towards the young man, who was currently receiving praise from the other scholars on the pavilion.

“Do you know who that is?” She asked. It wasn’t like she expected an affirmative answer; there were thousands of citizens in the Goryeo territory. While she knew  Hyojun kept tabs on the situation in Goryeo for her, the chance that he would know any individual citizen was rather low. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask. And so, she was surprised when Hyojun chuckled softly behind her and replied.

“That, My Lady, is the Fifth Prince. His name is Park Jinyoung.” Soyoung turned in surprise.

“The king of Goryeo lets his son wander about outside the palace as he wishes, competing with other poets in public like this?” She asked incredulously. It was completely unheard of in Yuan; growing up, Soyoung’s brothers had been tucked away carefully in the inner harem with their mothers, and when they grew old enough, only then were they allowed to begin wandering among the limited confines of court and palace life. To wander so freely among the people was almost unheard of. Hyojun chuckled softly. 

“My Lady, the Fifth Prince is the second son born of the late Goryeo queen.” He replied, “The king dotes on his two sons with the late queen the most. The other is the Crown Prince. The Fifth Prince has always shown an aptitude for scholarly works since childhood, and so the king has let him do as he wishes as long as he keeps up with his studies. You can see it as a good thing; it keeps the royal family closer to the people, rather than a higher power separated from them and giving orders. Don’t you like to do that too, My Lady?” Soyoung nodded thoughtfully.

“What an interesting man.” She said, “Then does that mean he will be at the banquet tonight?” 

“He should be.” Hyojun replied, “He is of age to be married, and has been pushing it off for a while already.” Soyoung smirked slightly at the new piece of information.

“In that case, I shall take it upon myself to see what this beloved Fifth Prince is like outside the palace.” She declared. Before Hyojun could stop her, Soyoung stepped through the crowd and headed up the set of stairs leading up to the pavilion. Normally, she took great steps to stay unnoticed, even when she dressed down and went for walks in the Yuan capital. And yet, something made her want to know more about this young man, the one who spoke so deeply and excitedly of the wild nature. The fact that he was the Fifth Prince only piqued her interest even more. How a member of the royal family acted inside the palace could differ greatly from the way they acted outside of the palace, free from the strictures of propriety and the scrutinizing gaze of the king and the court officials. How this prince, who was so well regarded by everyone in the royal family, acted outside the palace could say a lot about him.

“My Lady!” Hyojun hissed, but Soyoung promptly ignored him. The soft startled murmurs of the scholars in the pavilion filled Soyoung’s ears as she stepped boldly onto the pavilion, but she ignored them all. It wasn’t the most conventional thing for a Goryeo woman to be doing, she knew. But at that moment, all her eyes could see was the Fifth Prince, Park Jinyoung. The young prince looked startled at her appearance, and for a moment, the two of them gazed at each other silently, each taking in the other person in front of them. 

Then, Soyoung smiled ever so slightly.

Park Jinyoung, let’s see what you have in store.

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Just one look. (Mark Tuan Fanfic) - Part 13 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/DR11tcSkU2 "Of course you were just a fan.. not really much of anyone special just an ordinary young adult, who works, school and dance. But when you go to your first Got7 concert everything seemed to change, with just one look. " *I would like to give a little apology to those who actually read this story i'm sorry for being such a poopy person, i'm honestly not the most creative at all and i loved where this story was going than i just completely have lost where i was even going with it at all. i will try my best to keep it going cause i love it. Just having a hard time thinking of what to do with it. ** Please , this is my very first fanfic I'm super unsure where this is going. I'm thinking of some ideas. Please enjoy reading this. If it sounds similar to any of the others you have read I'm not copying in any way shape or form.

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MASTERPIECE

character: park jinyoung x reader

word count:1.6k

summary: you coax park jinyoung into being your nude model for finals requirement

a/n: oh my god i feel so dirty while writing this. this is my first ever smut fanfic ever written and it took all the mental energy i have saved for this weekend to write this. i hope you guys like it.

warning: unprotected sex, please only do it with your trusted s/o!

part 2 of 2

The moment you saw Jinyoung enter the party place you are in, you swore he won’t be able to say no this time. Midterms have just started and it means you have to start working on your piece as soon as possible.

After drowning the remaining liquid in your glass, you grabbed another two on your way to Jinyoung’s direction. You smiled sweetly at him and handed him a drink. He’s looking so much hotter with his hair neatly brushed up and his dress shirt slightly folded up in sleeves. 

Jinyoung eyed you interestingly, a smirk briefly tugging at one corner of his lips before he took a sip from the glass “The answer is still no.” You have been really persistent and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy your constant bugging. 

You faked a hurt expression, your shoulders dramatically slumping and leaning against the bar to emphasize your disappointment. Lately, you’ve been considering a proposal to Jinyoung—which you were not completely sure you can do let alone speak to him with your own tongue. You wanted this, though. So you have to at least ask him. 

You swayed your hand holding the glass of liquor, circling the contents inside to hide your trembling. You looked over at Jinyoung who is now eyeing the dancefloor. His eyes gleam at every flicker of the party lights. You scooped closer to him and placed your lips near his ear. “How about we both go naked while I paint you?” you whispered to him using all of the remaining confidence that you have. You just wish you seemed as sultry as you hope you’d be when you did it. 

Jinyoung’s eyes widened in surprise but it was constantly replaced with a dark and hazy expression. He turned to you, slightly tilting his head to one side, and grabbed you by the waist. “Baby girl, you could have saved yourself all the troubles if you made that proposal from the very start,” he said as he moved his hand dangerously lower on your back. “When do you need to see me naked?” 

You’ve been so worried about merely telling him about your idea that you didn’t think he’d actually agree to it. You blushed and chewed on your lower lip to suppress a wide grin, you’re supposed to keep your seductive aura in front of him to not make him regret the position he’s gotten himself into. “Are you free tomorrow then?” you asked, feigning innocence as you traced a finger along his torso. He stared straight into your eyes for a moment and followed the patterns you draw against the material of his shirt. God, you’re liking the expression on his face. 

It was his time to whisper in your ear now, earning a hitch in your breath because of your closeness. “How about we start being naked tonight and you can paint me nude tomorrow?” 

“Well that’s the most sensible thing you ever said to me since we met.” you chuckled and grabbed his hand. “Let’s get out of here.” 

The drive to your apartment was swift. All the while, Jinyoung was keeping a hand on your thighs, caressing it. You can’t believe you finally coaxed Jinyoung into being your nude model. All those weeks of pestering him were worth it, and now you even get to be laid by the gorgeous man on the driver’s seat. Is this what they call hitting two birds with one stone? 

Jinyoung’s lips came crashing down yours as soon as you closed the door of your apartment behind you. He kissed you eagerly, one hand holding your cheek and the other hiking up the hem of your dress. He caressed the back of your thighs up and down repeatedly and he lingered a little too long at the place where your rear connected to your core. “Jinyoung~” you moaned against his mouth. You were reminded of the hot makeout session you both had in one of the college parties you attended. Why you hesitated to let this man take you before, you have no idea because right now all he makes you is wet and wanting for more.

You gasped for air when he momentarily left your mouth and shifted his attention to your neck, nipping and sucking as hard as he pleased. He pulled down the thin strap of your dress as soon as he reached your collarbone and you placed your arms around his neck as his hand continued to caress one of your thighs that is now leveraged around his waist. “Up,” he commanded and you let him scoop up your remaining leg that was still planted on the floor. You could feel his hardness poking at your core as you circle your legs around his waist being constrained in the material of his khakis. “Which door has the bed?” he asked as he pulled away from your skin.

You brushed your hair to one side of your shoulder as he walked across your place. “First door.” you murmured against his lips before unbuttoning his shirt and starting to kiss him again. You just can’t get enough of the taste of his luscious lips on yours, you can’t imagine how great it would feel if they are inside you. Just the thought of him in between your thighs sets your core ablaze. 

As soon as you entered the bedroom, Jinyoung reached to your side, unzipping your flimsy party dress. He briefly set you down, letting your dress pool around your feet on the floor. You had to hold him by the shoulder because his ministrations have been sucking all your strength. 

Jinyoung stared at your body, admiring how your breasts stood firm in front of him making his mouth water. “God, you’re beautiful, Y/N”. You flushed when you realized you were only wearing your panties while he’s still fully clothed in front of you. 

“But this is unfair,” you muttered as you reached out to him to remove his dress shirt and you fumbled as you reached his belt because of the attention he’s now giving your two peaks. He kneads one with his hand and he takes another in his gorgeous mouth, sucking and circling and occasionally grazing his tongue around your nipples. “Fuck, Jinyoung.” you helplessly moaned loudly. This seemed to please Jinyoung even more as he started sucking your breasts a little harder while removing the last piece of clothing that was left of your body. You couldn’t take it anymore, 

He set you on the bed and started giving sloppy kisses to your breasts as he fucks your core with his fingers. Looking down on him, you briefly realized that his previously neatly styled hair is now a mess because of all your pulling. Nonetheless, he looked nothing less than a sex god himself. 

He then pulled on both of your legs and positioned his face in front of your throbbing core. You were dripping juices and Jinyoung looked at your sex hungrily. He stared directly into your eyes as he slightly blew hot air to your core. The sensation sent you over the moon. Jinyoung didn’t waste any time devouring your pussy, he started licking your folds making you throw your head back and hard against the pillows. You cannot help but buck your hips up to bring your core closer to his face. His tongue did wonderful to your sex and he’s hitting all the right places with his fingers inside you with an additional tingling from the tip of his nose that pokes your clit every once and a while. 

Just when you’re about to get your release, he stops pumping his fingers into you, leaving you groaning in frustration. You didn’t realize when he got rid of his pants and undergarments until he grabbed a hold of his shaft and traced it between your folds, lubricating himself with your essence. You were a moaning mess, urging him to stop with the teasing and to take you already but he suddenly stopped moving. 

You opened your eyes and saw his face so close to yours, his eyes searching for something in yours. Approval? You uncurled your fists and reached for either side of his face, about to kiss him to erase his doubts. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asks you, slight hesitation evident in his eyes. How could he be such a gentleman when he could just fuck you senselessly right there and then and you wouldn’t even beg for him to stop. 

“Yes. Take me, Jinyoung.” you breathed and he crashed his lips into yours. You smiled into his kiss, appreciating his gentleness until you feel him sheath himself inside of you. He let you adjust for him for a few seconds until you started to move your body, signaling him to join you in a rhythm only you could make out of your bodies. 

His gentle thrusts soon got deeper and harder. Your toes curl with the sensation Jinyoung is able to give you and you fist your hand in the sheets and on the hair on his nape alternately. You were a moaning mess under him. With every thrust, he groaned into your neck and chanted your name like a prayer. He continued to bury himself into you until you finally clenched around him. 

“Jinyoung, I- I’m c- close.” you stuttered. 

He grunted and thrust deeper. “Cum for me, Y/N.” 

You let go of your release and Jinyoung followed you shortly after. He continued moving inside you, both riding your highs. 

Jinyoung collapsed on top of you without withdrawing himself. You are both panting and in a daze of what just happened. You felt Jinyoung kiss your shoulder and his dick twitched inside of you causing a short squeal from your hypersensitiveness. 

“Oh my god, Park Jinyoung.” you stared at his face wide-eyed. You can’t believe he’s getting aroused again. 

He chuckled and massaged your butt with his hands. “I guess you’ll be starting your requirement later than planned.”

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