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tuanhood · 4 years

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lambda

pairing: frat!mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, enemies to lovers (kinda), smut, fluff

warnings: 18+, language, cringey frat stuff, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), explicit sex.

word count: 11,400+

summary: your last choice was renting a room at a frat house over the summer, especially after you told yourself you were done with anything frat related, but when your ex ditches you last minute its your only option. now... if only you could stop dreaming about the president of lambda chi.

a/n: surprise again! mark won the poll!! but like I said i think i’m going to continue doing a frat one shot for each member. so it’ll be like a little anthology series!! but i have no clue when i will write the other once so please bare with me :) Also if there’s some frat stuff in here that doesn’t make sense just let me know in my ask or if you have any questions i’ll be happy to answer!

“Who do you know here?” you found yourself being asked before even fully stepping onto the property.

The douchey guy with his backwards baseball cap and muscle tee – sporting his letters of course – looked you up and down as if trying to place you.

“No one actually.”

He looked confused, “wait seriously? You’re just going to admit that right off the bat? Usually people try to make something up.”

“See I’m not here to play games… Kyle? I’m guessing your name is Kyle. I have the unfortunate pleasure of living here over the summer, because this was the cheapest and most last-minute housing I could find. Now I’m just going to go up to my room and mind my own business while you and your brothers throw this stupid party that better be over before midnight.”

“You could have just said you live here…” the boy mumbled mostly to himself, “well welcome home and congrats on moving in! I’m Bambam by the way.”

He thrusted his hand forward to you, almost forgetting about the mob of people behind you waiting to get in and see if they pass the “vibe” check to get past the front door. You were sure in any other circumstance you would not be passing the vibe check.

“Wow Bambam…” you said to yourself considering the name. He looked delighted as if you were so enthralled by the unique quality of it. You were however, thinking about how Bambam was even worse than “Kyle.”

“And you are?” he asked.

“Dude can you stop flirting and keep the line moving! I’m trying to get wasted before 11!” someone yells from deep in the line behind you.

“Hey! I’m the one who says how fast or slow this line moves! Fuck off man or you can go find your own kick back,” Kyl- Bambam yelled.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes, “you call this a kick back?” You gestured to the full house behind him, deciding to leave out those who were sitting on the roof.

“If the normal school year isn’t in session and the house isn’t over 50% occupied with members, then it’s a kick back. Chapter rules.”

“Would love to see that rulebook, if you have it handy,” you laughed, joking. Somehow, Bambam didn’t get it and cocked his head to the side absorbing your comment, “you really want to see the rules? I mean I could bring it to you later if you-”

“That’s fine Kyl-Bambam, I’m good. I’m just going to go inside now.”

“Bet, see you later.”

The way he said it makes you think that he means he’ll see you later at the party. That would however be completely wrong, because there was no way you were going to hang out with these disgusting egocentric heathens that just want to fuck and get drunk.

Fraternity housing hadn’t been you first choice for this summer. In fact, it probably hadn’t been your last choice either, but this is what you were stuck with. Staying at school over the summer had been a very last-minute choice – for reasons you weren’t ready to discuss – and by the time you were searching for housing, everything that was cheap and decent had been taken. Instead you were left with cheap and… chaotic.

“Whoa watch out!” You heard being yelled by some douche in a bucket hat as soon as you stepped into your new home.

It had been a week since you moved in, but you hadn’t made any effort to get to know any of the other people staying over the summer. Regardless of whether they were in the same predicament as you or if they were actually members of the org, you weren’t particularly interested in face to face time. After the Spring Quarter you had, you needed alone time and this summer you didn’t plan on making friends with your housemates… Especially if they were in a frat.

Your first week had actually, however, gone somewhat okay. No one had tried to interact with you – in fact you had barely seen anyone else in the house – and there had been no disturbing sounds or noises… It almost didn’t feel like you were living in a frat house, besides the urinals in the bathroom and the boxes of energy drinks that lined a few of the hallways. You were pleased to say the least, until you turned onto Greek row and heard all of the noise from the corner.

Please don’t be Lambda. Please don’t be Lambda. Please don’t be Lambda. Please don’t be Lamb-

The silent prayer in your head clearly hadn’t been heard as you had grown closer and closer to the house you were staying in. Lo and behold you had been met with a very large line of people waiting to get in, loud music and trash all over the lawn. What had you been expecting by choosing to live in a frat?

The bucket hat guy’s warning didn’t faze you. As soon as you process his words you placed your hand up to smack the Styrofoam football he had thrown to the ground. You weren’t in the mood for an obstacle course, you just wanted to get to your room and put in earplugs so you could rest before work tomorrow morning.

“Whoa you got mad fast reflexes. Do you play?” he asked grabbing the object off of the sticky floor.

You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely curious or not. But judging on the way he eyed you up and down, there were other things that were actually on his mind.

Side eyeing him, you snorted, “yeah… I’m not doing this,” you motioned your hand at him in circles and turned to head towards the main stairs. His words stopped you, “wow are we heading there already? Just give me a minute to tell my brothers I can’t watch drinks table anymore.”

Instinctively you cracked your knuckles, bucket hat guy found himself clearing his throat noticing the small detail that showcased your frustration. Turning around, it takes everything in you not to slap him, but more likely than not, this guy probably lived with you as well. Although you didn’t care for being friends with your housemates, it probably wouldn’t be a good look to be the housemate who slapped the people she shared a home with. So instead of a physical reaction, you simply clenched your jaw and went with the most basic response.

“I live here. I’m going to my room.”

Instead of showing any kind of shame or embarrassment for his very wrong estimate about where the situation was going, bucket hat clicks his tongue – almost in a disapproving way.

“Just watch out… we’re using the rooms on the second floor for hookup space. Or wait was it the third?”

As if you couldn’t have been more annoyed.

“What the fuck? How can you guys use the rooms up there when people are renting them out? How can you even use them when they’re locked?”

Bucket hat started to blink too much as if considering your very real query, “The President has a master key to all the rooms. What do you expect deciding to live in Greek housing for the summer?”

If you had known how much this frat didn’t care about personal space or just basic human rights, you would have never chosen to stay at Lambda Chi. In fact, you would have never chosen a fraternity at all – cheap price or not.

“Is it the second or third floor?”

“Don’t remember,” he hummed, no longer paying you any mind but twirling the football in his hand and eyeing a group of girls who had walked by.

Groaning, you snapped your fingers to regain his attention, “It makes a difference so remember.”

He shrugged and looked at you with an annoyed look on his face, “listen you’re kind of bringing my mood down… And I think I hear someone calling me from the kitchen so…” he pointed his thumb somewhere behind him, “I’m just gonna do that instead.”

Bucket hat guy leaves you standing in the main foyer, squished amongst other people, without another word. Although, you swear you heard him mutter something about you “not passing the vibe check.”

Left without a clue of what to do, you figured that the only viable option you had was to go find the President. Luckily bucket hat gave you one sliver of useful information.

Whipping around, you go to ask Bambam where exactly you could find the President, but he’s too enthralled in a conversation with one of the girl’s waiting in line to get in. It probably would do you more harm than good to get involved in that.

Searching around the space in the front of the house, you look for another brother who could perhaps help you with your task.

Right… Shouldn’t be too hard. Just look for someone who’s confident enough to think they’d be able to get out of a DUI.

A loud laugh caught your attention, it comes from a guy holding a Grey Goose bottle and letting random girls take pulls out of it.

Perfect.

You approached him, placing a gentle hand on his arm that holds the bottle to get his attention. He took notice of you immediately, giving you the same exact look bucket hat had given you earlier. What was up with these guys? They weren’t even trying to be subtle.

“You want a pull?” He asked with a smirk, shaking the bottle in his hand at you.

Shaking your head, you cleared your throat, “I’m looking for the President… Where would I find him?”

Grey Goose bottle guy wiggled his eyebrows at you. Gross. “Ah I see… you want Mr. President. I think he’s in his room.” You wanted to be cordial, but these people just weren’t making it easy.

“What room is his again?” You asked, batting your eyelashes in the most normal way possible – as if that was normal for you.

Grey Goose placed his hand under his chin and tapped it as if deep in thought. He paused and smiled, “I’ll tell you if you take a pull.”

Where were you right now? In what dimension was this actually happening to you? If you told your friends back home about having to take a pull from a bottle of Grey Goose in order to find the President of a fraternity to get him to stop maybe letting people hook up in the room you’re paying for, they wouldn’t believe you. You didn’t believe it.

Sighing you brought your hand up, in a “give it to me” motion. Grey Goose smiled proudly and brings the bottle up, tipping it into your mouth once you have your head leaned back and lips parted. It felt like forever by the time he finally brings the bottle up from your mouth. The burning sensation in your throat makes you want to throw up, and for a moment you think you are, but somehow you manage to take a deep breath and control yourself.

“That was awesome! I think you took like a shot and a half.” I know, you wanted to yell at him, but you bit your tongue. Usually pull meant a swig, not 66 milliliters of vodka.

Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, already feeling lightheaded, you repeated your earlier question, “what room is his?”

Grey Goose nodded, “he’s on the third floor. There’s a huge sign on the door that says President with the chapter’s crest, you can’t miss it.” If it truly was that easy, maybe you should have just gone looking yourself instead of being blackmailed into consuming alcohol the night before you had to work.

“Thanks,” you muttered to him, not bothering to wait and hear a response. You found yourself back at the main stairs, taking two steps at a time until you reached the third floor. It wasn’t long before you realized Grey Goose was right, his room wasn’t hard to miss.

Usually you were a rational thinker. You liked thinking out your thoughts before you turned them into actions, but in this case, you couldn’t stop yourself from knocking on the door as soon as you’re in front of it.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

There’s no answer. Was it possible he wasn’t in his room anymore? You tried again.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

This time your ears catch noise behind the door. There was someone inside, but they were just choosing to ignore you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

This time the noise was clearer and you can make out specific words being said.

“Maybe they’ll just go away.”

Before you could stop your usual logical mind, you’re reaching for the doorknob – annoyed by this “President” who was trying to make you leave. To your surprise, the handle turns and you swung the door open slowly, being met with a mostly dark room aside from one bedside lamp being on.

“What the fuck?” The deep voice startled you as if you had been expecting no one to actually be on the other side of the door. What the hell were you doing?

Your eyes landed on the large bed in the middle of the room and you really wished you hadn’t. The two half naked figures on top of one another looked at you with wide eyes, the girl immediately grabbing the comforter to cover herself pushing the guy, causing him to fall off the bed.

“Are you for real right now?” the guy asked you from the floor, “get the fuck out!”

You felt frozen in your spot, your hand still on the door knob and unable to break your gaze from the boy on the floor. It was like you were a virgin again based on the way you were staring at his toned chest and muscular arms. You were certain if he hadn’t been sitting and crouched on the floor, you would be eyeing the black boxer briefs that rest on his hips.

“What’s wrong with you? I said get out!”

It’s almost as though his second demand for you to leave is what woke you up, suddenly mumbling a “sorry,” and shutting the door closed.

Opening the door to someone’s room without approval wasn’t something you typically did – you had simply done it as a reaction to the stressful situation you were in. Openly staring at a frat boy definitely wasn’t something you typically did either. It was like your brain had shut off and you weren’t going to let it happen again.

You continued standing in front of the door, unsure of what to do. Should you wait for him to… finish? Was that even the President? Maybe this was your sign that the third floor was the hook up floor. If so, then you were in the clear to go back to your room… so why didn’t your feet want to move?

“Mina come on! Don’t leave! We can keep going!” This time the voice behind the door is much louder and clear.

“You were dumb enough to leave it unlocked! I shouldn’t even be doing this anyways… my loyalty lies with Sigma Chi.”

“What? Just because they’re Phi Mu’s affiliate frat? That’s bullshit!”

“My sisters will kill me if they find out I was with a Lambda,” you heard her say, her voice becoming louder signaling she was approaching the door.

“I don’t understand why that has to stop us from fucking though!”

The door swung open and you find yourself taking a step back, looking away to pretend like you weren’t eavesdropping. The girl glanced at you and rolled her eyes before ignoring the boy behind and heading down the hallway to go downstairs.

While pretending to be fixated on the wall’s chipped paint, you glanced out of the corner of your eye to see the guy in his doorway, clearly annoyed at the situation. He ran his hand through his hair out of frustration and you can’t ignore how fluffy it looked. You watched him run it through three times, before you make yourself look away.

“You,” he grumbled pointing at you, “Here. Now.” He quickly turned, going back into his room, leaving the door open for you to follow. You think that maybe you shouldn’t follow him, but judging on the way he looked back at you with an intimidating stare, it was probably the right choice.

You awkwardly stood next to his desk and watched him reach into his closet to grab a robe to throw over his naked torso, shielding his body from you. As he tied it and sat down on the bed, leaning forward, you’re able to see a sliver of his chest and collarbone where the robe hangs down. It confused you as to why he wouldn’t just put his regular clothes back on, but you found yourself not being annoyed in the slightest at the display of skin.

His eyes bore into you, and it’s almost as though he’s waiting for you to speak first – to say something to make up for your invasion of his privacy.

“Are you the President?”

He looked at you as if you were insane, “what the hell does it say on the door?”

All of the annoyance and frustration that had fueled your fire downstairs, making you a woman on a rampage had dissipated. For some reason standing in front of this guy, you felt like a small child being talked down to. In any other situation you would fight back and show him you weren’t going to take his tone, but for some reason you couldn’t find it in you.

“I was just making sure… okay?”

Mr. President cracked his knuckles, “Why the hell did you barge into my room?” You don’t answer him. You were trying to think of what you would normally say or do to a guy like this, but your mind went blank once again. “You just cost me a hook up tonight, so speak.” His tone is a mixture of aggravated and bored – if that was something that was even possible.

“I mean you’re the one who left the door unlocked…” you mumbled to yourself, but the anger on his face signals that he heard. He threw up his hands, “That still doesn’t give you the right to just walk into a room that’s not yours.”

That really got you. You felt the flame within you being lit once again. “Look who’s talking.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re the one who’s letting people’s rooms be used for sex without their permission. Invading their privacy!” you growled.

Mr. President blinked at you blankly and judging on his reaction, it almost seemed like he didn’t know what you were talking about. Oh… he’s good.

“Excuse me? What kind of place do you think this is? This isn’t an authoritarian regime.”

You took a step forward to where he sat on the bed, waving your finger, “then explain to me why one of your little minions downstairs told me that.”

“I have no clue who would tell you that… or why.”

“Bucket hat… football,” those are the only two words you can think of to describe him, but you hoped that would be enough. Almost instantly he nodded, “Ah Jaebeom… Yeah he was definitely just fucking with you.”

You took a step back out of shock. This was all a joke? These idiot Lambda Chi boys had been playing you? “So, I took a pull from Grey Goose guy’s bottle for nothing? I came up here for nothing? I walked in on you and Ms. Phi Mu for nothing?”

He ignored your comment about the girl’s sorority, a clear admission that you had been listening through the door, “Grey Goose? Do you mean Youngjae?”

The last fifteen minutes had filled you with enough inconveniences, stress, annoyance and embarrassment to feel like a lifetime… and this was only after one week of living in this house. How were you going to last the entire summer? Deal with all of the parties… the douchey boys objectifying you and treating everything like it was a funny joke. Not to mention their chapter’s President who seemed bitter and rude. Surprisingly attractive… but bitter and rude.

Instead of confirming Mr. President’s suspicions that Grey Goose guy was indeed this Youngjae person, you nodded solemnly towards the direction of his door, “I’m going to my room.”

“Wait… you’re living here over the summer?”

When he asked the question, you begin to feel the alcohol you had consumed earlier. Instead of feeling drunk it made you feel dizzy, tired and heavy. It made you feel even more defeated than you already felt from your sudden reality that this was your life for the next three months.

You threw up an unenthusiastic thumbs up and slowly made your way to the door. He looked at you stunned for your sudden disengagement in the conversation you were having. Although to you it didn’t feel like a conversation. Conversations were meant to be constructive, collaborative… Whatever this was, wasn’t that.

You’re in the doorway when he speaks again, “It’s Mark by the way… for when you dream about me later.”

Clenching your fists, you don’t give him the satisfaction of looking back no matter how much you weirdly want to. To see his fluffy hair, bounce as he shakes his head from side to side, that golden tanned skin, his huge-

That’s enough.

That night it takes you nearly two hours to fall asleep. You spend the first hour with a pillow over your head, trying to drown out the party downstairs. The second however, is spent thinking about one… Mr. President. It makes you feel nauseated and when you finally wake up for work the next the morning, all you can remember is the fluffy hair in your dream.

Four days had passed since the party and you hadn’t run into any of the brothers since then. No Kyle, no bucket hat, no Grey Goose. Or Bambam, Jaebom and Youngjae… or whatever. And no Mark. Not that you had been thinking about seeing him again.

Those four days felt peaceful – normal almost, that was until now. Those calming four days came to an end when you came home from your afternoon shift at work, the guys all sitting on the front porch with beers in their hands.

You were quite aware of “porch” culture amongst the fraternities at your school. The members would drag ratty old indoor furniture such as loveseats and armchairs onto the porch near the front door and sit there for hours. They’d drink their beers, play their loud music and shout things at people walking by. Yes, you knew porch culture very well… It was how you had met your ex-boyfriend.

“Well look who we have here!” Jaebeom – sans bucket hat – shouted as you began walking up the path to the porch, “haven’t seen you since the party sweetheart.”

“Shut up man you can’t say that stuff anymore. Feminism and all that,” Bambam said hitting Jaebeom’s shoulder. If you were held at gunpoint and forced to pick a favorite out of them – it would probably be Bambam. He had done the least to annoy you thus far, but you weren’t holding your breath.

“I’m going inside,” you hoped your emotionless tone is enough to get them to leave you be and just get into the house. You’d rather not spend any more time than you have to with the guys – especially during porch time.

“Heard you got history on the row Y/n,” Youngjae’s words made you stop in your tracks. This was the last thing you wanted to talk about, especially with them. You gave Youngjae a death glare, trying to communicate with him to keep his Grey Goose filled mouth shut.

The way Mark looked up at you behind his IPA doesn’t go unnoticed by you. In his mind he was trying to be discrete. He tried to present a look that was a mixture of intrigue but also indifference, even though in reality he was eager to hear his friend’s story about you.

“Some Sigma Chi history to be more specific,” Youngjae wiggled his eyebrows and you have to stop yourself from slapping the smile off of his face.

If there was anything you truly knew about frat guys, it was that every action they did or thing they said was all meant to get a reaction out whatever person they’re torturing. Acting like you didn’t care was going to bring the stakes down for Youngjae and he would ditch the story altogether. Clearing your throat, you shrugged your shoulders, “yeah so what. It’s history and history is in the past so… that’s all that needs to be said.”

He looked at you with the same stupid smile and it doesn’t falter at all. You must have shown too big of a reaction in your response.

“You dated Ryan for almost a year – I’d say that’s a record for someone at Sigma Chi,” him and the boys laughed – all of them except Mark who’s still looking at you, but pretending not to.

You tell yourself not to get upset, not to get angry or cry – because that’s what they wanted from you. Here they were treating the “relationship” you were in like a joke and you had to remain a stone wall, unaffected. Well fuck that.

“Yeah it was a record for me falling for the stupid and douchery of the typical frat guy who was actually fucking other girls the entire time unbeknownst to me because in actuality he never considered us together. But hey what can you do when you’re dealing with guys who have big egos and small dicks?”

The boys stared at you with blank faces, you swear you see Mark smile behind his bottle.

“Is she talking about us too?” Jaebeom whispered to Bambam, “Dude… I think maybe.” Without another word, you pushed open the front door aggressively, making sure it closes behind you loudly.

You don’t know why you thought your “relationship” with your ex-boyfriend was going to work out. The two of you had met because you had been passing by his house during porch time and he cat called you. What the fuck were you thinking? Even at that point you had thought guys in fraternities were terrible, but for some reason that day you just went along with one of them objectifying you… And you fucking made him into your “boyfriend.” That day you had been feeling insecure and low – that was the only explanation you had for your out of character actions.

Being with Ryan only continued your influx of out of character actions. You spent all you free time with him when you weren’t in school or working. Apparently however, all of his free time hadn’t been spent with you. The truth came out after you had planned on staying with him over the summer at his family’s lake house. It had been something you two had talked about for months and when you were only a month away, he had hit you with a bomb.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this live together thing over the summer. Samantha might get mad.”

To which you had asked, “who’s Samantha?” Then the guy who you had thought was your boyfriend went on to explain how the other girl he was seeing – Samantha – would get jealous if he brought you to the lake house instead of her. The next thing to come out of your mouth was a big “fuck you” and “I never want to see you again.” Hence why your decision to stay at school over the summer was so last minute and you were forced to stay in a fraternity house which was so much like the one your heart had been broken in only a month earlier.

You should have known Ryan wasn’t serious about you – no frat guy at your school would ever be serious with an unaffiliated girl like you. The sex should have told you how serious he was. It would always be the fast, rough kind of fucking where he mostly had you in doggy position or with your mouth around his dick. There was none of the lazy, slow passionate sex that came when you were actually serious or mesmerized by someone.

“What the hell is up with Sigma Chi getting all the hot girls?” you heard Jaebeom ask from the porch. The idiots had left the front window open so anyone could hear what they were talking about – but there weren’t really any boundaries when it came to brotherhood. Instead of leaving and going upstairs, you remained frozen in your spot with an ear positioned to the window. For some reason it seemed like living in this house was turning you into an eavesdropper.

“Guys don’t talk about her like that.” The chiming in from Mark surprised you, he had been so silent outside when you had been present that you didn’t really expect him to defend you.

“Oh really, why?”

“She’s not just a hot girl…” Mark paused for dramatic effect and you can practically hear all the guys on the edge of their seats, “she’s a super-hot girl.” You rolled your eyes as he finished his thought about you, the guys all giving him high fives and verbal agreement.

“So, what do you say Mr. President? Gonna try to hit that?”

Mark didn’t answer the second question, “Mr. President?”

Bambam laughed, “Oh yeah I overheard her on the phone the other night and that’s what she called you.” Okay maybe Bambam was no longer your favorite, “Mr. President and his fluffy hair.” You aren’t sure if you should be embarrassed because of him exposing you or offended because of the voice he uses to mimic your own. You did not sound like that.

Once again, all the guys laugh, but this time you can’t hear Mark’s own stand out giggling in the mix. For some reason you wished you could see his face right now. That’s when you decide it’s probably best to go upstairs.

“Take it, take it all,” Mark growled into your ear as he thrusted into you at a brutal pace. You couldn’t respond to him; your mind was too hazed over with pleasure.

“Wow my cock’s that good that you forgot how to speak? I know you think you’re smarter than me, but it looks like you’re wrong. All it takes is for me to be inside of you for one fucking minute for you to act like you don’t even know your own name.”

He’s right. He’s so right and all you can do is agree with him.

He brings his hand down between the two of you to rest on your clit, tapping his finger at the same pace he pumps into you at. “I know you think I’m a dumb frat boy who’s only good at drinking and partying, but how about now, hmm? Don’t you think I’m good at fucking this tight pussy?”

You awake with a gasp. You’re covered in sweat and your hand has somehow found its way underneath your shorts and underwear. Why the fuck were you having a sex dream about Mark? It felt like your entire body was on fire, even your fan being on the high setting wasn’t going to help you in cooling down.

Getting out of bed, you decided to head downstairs to the kitchen. What you needed was a popsicle and a bag of ice. The ice was to help how hot you felt, the popsicle was a distraction from thinking about whatever the fuck your subconscious had just come up with.

“Hello?” The voice coming out of nowhere causes you to jump as you swing one of the freezers in the large kitchen open. You attempted to squint your eyes in the darkness to make out who the voice belongs too, but it’s too difficult to see.

“If you keep your eyes like that, you’re going to ruin your vision,” the lowness of the voice takes you back to only moments ago in your room when you had been hot and absolutely bothered. It was the same voice from your dream.

“What are you doing down here?” you asked, moving your head around the space, still unable to properly see him.

Suddenly, Mark’s face comes into view as he stepped closer to you so he could be seen in the light of the freezer, he’s so close, you hold your breath, “what? No hello?”

You scoffed, “I usually don’t when people are just down here sitting in the dark.” Mark doesn’t respond to your comment about him lurking and positioned his glance to where your hand was placed in the freezer, “feeling hot?” Your eyes went wide, “w-what?”

He pointed to you hand resting on the box of popsicles, “the popsicles…” Laughing awkwardly you pulled one out from the package and go to reach for an ice pack, “oh… yeah.”

Mark nodded his head, “it’s pretty hot tonight… That’s why I came down here. You know heat rises and all that stuff… I’m on the third floor so…” he drifted off and his tone sounds off, unlike when you had first met him. He almost sounded nervous?

“Listen… I want to apologize for the guys on the porch the other day. They brought up all that stuff about you and your Sigma Chi dude… and it wasn’t cool.” You don’t think about the fact that he called you super-hot and laughed with all the guys, but instead you focus on how surprisingly genuine Mark sounded.

“I’m sorry too about coming into your room and ruining your night.”

“Nah you didn’t ruin my life,” there’s a weird pause and it makes you look away from him, but he’s quick to continue, “I mean that girl was just some stupid Phi Mu bimbo.” Without thinking about it, you hit his arm and he flinched at the pain, “ow!”

“You can’t call a woman stupid or a bimbo just because she wouldn’t sleep with you!” He placed his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, sorry! I’m still learning.”

Mark reached behind you into the freezer and grabbed a popsicle himself. When his arm brushes your shoulder and he gets close enough that you can feel his breath on your face you feel the same pulsing in your core from your dream.

“You should probably eat that… It’ll melt,” he motioned to the popsicle in your hand once he’s back in his original spot, “and close the freezer.”

“Right…” you nodded. It felt like you suddenly lost all intellect when you were around this guy, what was happening to you? It had happened with Ryan… but not on this scale at all.

Shutting the freezer, you’re both met with the darkness of the kitchen. This time you’re able to focus in on Mark’s face despite it being pitch black, both of you opening the wrappers of your icy dessert.

“Besides…” Mark began, going back to the previous topic, “from what I’ve learned… sorority girls are trouble. Not really what I’m looking for. I’d much rather be with someone unaffiliated.” His words caused you to choke on your popsicle, coughing until you feel like there’s no breath in you. Mark’s thankful for the darkness, otherwise you’d see his smile at you being so caught off guard.

“Are you okay?” He asked patting your back, just as you’re at the end of your coughing fit.

You nodded your head, but then realize he probably couldn’t see your gesture at being fine, “yeah I’m okay… just… went down the wrong pipe, ya know?”

“Oh, I know.” The way he said it almost suggests something, but you try not to think about it. Otherwise your panties were going to get more damp than they already were from earlier.

Mark takes a deep breath in and sighs after a moment, “I know you think I’m a dumb frat boy who’s only good at drinking and partying-” he began, but you cut him off immediately when you recognize his choice of words.

No fucking way.

They were the words from your dream. You felt your heart beat out of your chest and you became worried. You really didn’t want to hear what he was going to say next.

“I’m going to bed!”

“What?” Mark feels confused at your sudden announcement and the way you quickly rush out of the kitchen, the sound of your feet running up the stairs the only reply to his question.

You were strange… that was for sure. But he kinda liked it.

Smiling to himself, Mark finished up his popsicle in the darkness and headed upstairs to go to sleep.

“Mark fuck… please fuck me.”

“Oh, is that all you want from me? Is that all I’m good for?”

You aren’t sure what to say, what you need to do to convince him. “N-no.”

“Then tell me… what do you want from me... Really?”

The quick racing of your heart awoke you from your dream. Fuck… not another one.

Should you go see a therapist? Why was this happening to you? It was the third night in a row you had woken up to a Mark Tuan sex dream. This one however, felt different. Unlike the two before it where he was rough with you – this one it seemed like dream you wanted more. Of course, dream you wanted to still be fucked senseless by him – aka the frat boy way – but she was also holding back. She wanted more. She wanted something else. But what?

Climbing out of your bed, you trail down the hallway to the bathroom.

During normal term time all of the bathrooms were for the guys living in the house, but luckily for you they made a few of the bathrooms in the house “ladies only” for the few girls living in the house over the summer. You pushed the door of the bathroom open, being met with the now familiar poorly drawn and weirdly sexual woman stick figure picture taped over original sign.

Expecting to see an empty bedroom, you felt your jaw drop to the floor at Mark’s naked figure in the shower. He hadn’t even bothered closing the curtain.

You felt like you couldn’t move, you felt like you couldn’t think. With his eyes closed under the stream of water, your eyes trailed down his muscular shoulders to his toned abdomen, slowly going down to his length. The same one you had been dreaming about for the last three nights and your fantasies certainly didn’t do it justice.

Before you could truly comprehend the creepiness level of what you were doing, you heard Mark yelp in shock.

“What are you doing!” he yelled, grabbing the curtain from the side and moving it over the lower half of his body.

Your mouth went dry, “I-I-” You attempted to say something, but you felt your eyes watch the droplets of water that cascade down his skin.

“Y/n!” His words snapped you back into motion and you look up at him. It was difficult to say whether the redness on his cheeks were coming from the heat of the water or from his embarrassment of the situation. Mark himself wasn’t sure.

“I- this is the girl’s bathroom. Why are you in here?”

“This bathroom has the best water pressure in the house… I thought since it was so late no one would come in,” he stuttered.

Even though you’re supposed to be having a conversation with him, you find yourself still thinking about how he looked when you first walked in. How long and thick his cock was.

Still recovering from your dream and the peep show you had just been exposed to, you find yourself moving closer to the shower, “you didn’t even close the curtain… It’s almost like you wanted someone to come in here and find you.” He doesn’t say anything, but you make no mistake of noticing the way he grips the curtain harder against his body and the way his breathing gets heavier.

“Did you want someone to find you?” You’re so close to him now that you can feel the steam from the shower opening your pores.

Mark licked his lips, “maybe I wanted you to come find me.”

“Maybe or you did?”

“You know… you do kind of owe me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. What was he talking about? Weren’t you guys being all sexy? Weren’t you about to do something?

At your nonresponse he smirked and dropped the curtain, revealing all of himself to you once again, “you cockblocked me, so now it’s time for you to make up for it.”

Just like that with your core beginning to throb almost painfully at how much it wants to be touched, you’re set into motion. You join him in the shower, not even caring about getting your pajamas wet. It’s almost as if no logic matters in this moment to you, instead it’s all about you and Mark and your desires for one another.

He pulled you into a heated kiss, pulling you flush against his soaking wet body. You feel his length pressed up against you and you moaned instinctively at the feeling. Your hands roam up and down his body, feeling those muscles you had been obsessing over since your first encounter, stopping when your hand reaches his hardened member.

Instantly Mark groaned out at the feeling of your hand slowly stroking him. He had already felt sensitive and worked up as he had already been thinking about having you under him before you had entered the bathroom.

Mark’s noises send you into another moment of not caring about reality as you kneeled down before him. In any other situation you would be disgusted at the fact that you were willingly on your knees on the floor of a frat’s shower, but this wasn’t any other situation.

You plunge yourself onto him, mouth wide and your tongue lapping at his head. The sudden and almost vicious sucking nearly caused Mark to lose his balance and slip. You pay no mind to the water cascading down your back and beginning to weigh down your hair as you feel yourself be spurred on by the grunts and moans leaving Mark’s mouth.

As you moved more him into your mouth getting a mixture of pre-cum and water dripping from the corners of your lips, you felt Mark buck his hips into you further. The sudden fullness in your mouth until his head was at the back of your throat made you choke around him, Mark bringing his hand to the top of your head to stroke your hair.

“I know how good you are at choking. I know how much you love it, keep fucking going.”

The vibrations from you moaning at his words caused Mark to throw his head back, “show me how much you want my cum. Moan for me, show me.”

Bobbing your head up and down his length, you make no mistake as you continue your noises around him – not for his benefit, but you genuinely felt turned on at just giving him head.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” before he finished his thought, you felt his warm release in your mouth and you make sure to swallow it instantly.

The sounds of the shower running and Mark’s heavy breathing, coming down from his climax fill the bathroom. It feels like you could just stay here on your knees forever listening to the sounds and you would be fine.

Once Mark catches his breath, he leant down to grab your hand and lifted you up off the wet – and probably filthy – ground. He pulls you into his arms and placed a kiss on your forehead, “damn what the hell am I going to do with you?”

It’s like his words mean more than what he’s going to do with you in the bedroom and somehow that is the thing that finally snapped you into reality. It’s not seeing him naked; it’s not kissing him; it’s not getting down on your knees and suck him dry and it certainly isn’t swallowing his cum. What the hell am I going to do with you?

What the hell was he going to do with you? And what the hell were you going to do with him? The two of you didn’t make sense and you had to remind yourself that you were in a frat house… doing things of a sexual nature with a frat bro. You were not going to find yourself trapped like you were with Ryan. You had sworn off the kind of guy Mark is. You needed to leave it here… no matter how wet and turned on you were right now.

You took a step back, away from Mark and out of his arms, “I- um I should get dry.”

Mark took a step forward and you took another back. He cocked his head to the side, “well… let me help you.” His seductive gaze doesn’t go unnoticed to you, but you have to think with your head for a second. You had already gone against your own “no more frat boys, they can’t commit” beliefs once, you couldn’t do it a second time. You had to quit while you were ahead.

“I’m going to head to bed,” you stepped down from the shower and onto the bathroom tile. Mark lost for words at your sudden distance, “what? Why? Let me take care of you… You haven’t-” Waving your hands, you cut him off not wanting to hear it, “Mark… Don’t. Let’s just leave this at this. Me blowing you because I owed you one…” when it comes out of your mouth, you realize just how ridiculous it all sounded.

Mark took a step toward you, also coming out of the shower and reached to grab his towel, wrapping it around his waist. “Leave it at this? Y/n… I don’t think you understand, I-”

“Mark, I know the kind of guy you are. It’s who your friends are, it’s who all the guys living in this house are, it’s who my fucking ex-boyfriend was. I really can’t do another guy who’s just going to fuck me like I’m an object and be under his charming douchey spell, thinking that he’s all mine. I already did it once and if I did it twice, I think it would kill me. I’m sorry if I led you on or whatever by sucking your dick and making you think that we were going to fuck… and as much as my body wants to, I know it would be smart for me.”

Despite the seriousness of your words and confession, Mark found himself chuckling at the end of your monologue. He’s laughing at your word choice of “sorry if I led you on or whatever by sucking your dick,” but you don’t think about it that way. You think he’s laughing at all of it.

Typical frat guy, you think.

When he noticed the way, your mouth turned into a frown, he feels his heart leap out of his chest. He didn’t want to see you upset… ever. If he could just take some time to talk out how he was feeling to you, then maybe you’d understand how he was – “Goodnight Mark. I’d ask you not to tell you friends about this, but I know you will.”

And just like that you’re gone.

Two weeks and there had been no words exchanged between you and Mark. He had tried countless times to get your attention and talk to you, but you acted as if he didn’t exist. It didn’t go unnoticed by the other people in the house. Bambam prided himself on picking up on sexual tension and when he saw the way you and Mark acted around each other on that day on the porch, he felt it. Sure, the two of you hadn’t said anything, but Bambam could feel the pull between the two of you.

Although previously you didn’t talk to Mark that often in general, Bambam could sense something had happened – something wasn’t right between the two of you. It made him upset to see his brother so down, so… emotional.

“Guys… We have to do something about this Mark and Y/n situation,” Bambam said as he watched Jaebeom and Youngjae practice their beer pong aim in the backyard.

Youngjae looked at him confused, “what do you mean Mark and Y/n situation? There’s something going on there?”

Bambam felt like he wanted to hit him. How Youngjae could be so clueless? He wasn’t sure. “Do you not understand basic human emotions?” The older boy blinked at him mindlessly, before going back to throw the ball at the cups on the other side of the table.

“So anyways… I was thinking we could-”

“That was two! That was two! It totally hit the side of the other cup before it went in!” Youngjae yelled, interrupting Bambam’s big idea.

“Are you kidding? No way. Just take the one or I won’t even give you that,” Jaebeom rolled his eyes, he had enough of Youngjae’s cheating.

“What do you mean you won’t even give me that one? It went in!”

“Guys!” Bambam yelled, interrupting their bickering over the trivial game. They both looked at him with wide eyes, “Can you listen to me? I have a plan.”

Yawning, you decided it was probably time to head in for the night. It had been another long week of trying not to think about Mark.

You barely knew anything about the guy… but for some reason you had this weird pull to him. Deep inside your stomach you had this feeling telling you that this was the guy for you, he could be the one. You pushed it all down, your mind was just playing tricks on you – you were delusional thinking he could be the one.

Heading down the hallway to the bathroom – yes, the same bathroom – to brush your teeth you spot Youngjae coming down the corner. You tried your best to avoid his gaze, it was better safe than sorry to just proceed by ignoring Mark’s friends too.

Out of the corner of your eye as you pass one another, you notice the strange way he stares at you. It’s almost in a diabolical way… but that wouldn’t make sense, right?

Weird.

You’re probably on your sixth yawn when you finally head back to your room, reaching the door and going to turn the handle. Except… the handle won’t turn and your door won’t open.

No, this can’t be happening right now…

Trying again a few more times, you realize it had somehow locked on you. And you… like the idiot you are, left the key inside when you went to the bathroom. Was God playing some kind of sick joke on you? How were you supposed to go to sleep tonight?

That’s when it dawned on you that there was only one option.

The President has a master key to all the rooms

Jaebeom’s words flashed in your head over and over again. You tried to think of something else that could get you back in your room and under your warm covers tonight, but you come up short. You had to go up to Mark’s room.

Slowly going up the stairs to the third floor, you find yourself on the borderline of passing out at how completely nauseous and lightheaded you feel. The only way you could truly make this out alive was if you just pretended to be confident.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door swung open immediately after the third knock, Mark looking surprised to see you at his door.

He felt his hands grow clammy, “Uh… What’s up?”

“I-I locked myself out of my room… And I heard the President as the master key so… here I am.” Mark felt his heart fall at the reason for your visit. Some stupid part of him had thought that maybe you were here for him and not a key to your room, “yeah… just give me a minute.”

Mark stepped inside and you reluctantly follow him, letting the door shut behind you with a bang. Both of you jump at the noise and softly laugh when you notice.

“I get scared easily,” you mumbled.

Mark snorted, “I can tell.”

Crossing your arms, you moved towards him, “What’s that supposed to me?”

“What do you think? That you’re too scared to explore anything you have with someone, because you got hurt once. Tough, Y/n but getting hurt and let down is a part of life,” he looked at you once as he fumbled through his drawer, looking for the key.

“It’s not just that I’ve been hurt. You’re a-” He cut you off, rolling his eyes done with your overdone argument, “I’m a frat guy, I get it. We’re all the same, blah blah blah. Save it for your dissertation on how I’m scum for your Psych class or whatever.”

“I don’t think you’re scum,” you said softly.

Mark shut the drawer, unable to locate the key in this part of his desk and turned to you, “then why do you hate me so much?”

You shuffled in place, unsure of what do with all of these pent-up feelings that not even you were sure how to describe – and you were the one feeling them. “I don’t hate you. In fact, that’s the problem… I like you so much, I’m so attracted to you and I barely know you! I’ve had so many dreams about you that it’s made it all even worse.”

Before you could stop him, you felt Mark’s lips on yours and you find yourself being suffocated again – sidetracked from your original intentions of forgetting him. However, the way his mouth moved against yours and the way his tongue slipped past the crease of your lips made you not care. But of course, he was a good kisser, he probably did this all the time to all the girls.

You felt his fingers grip the hem of your top. He bunched the material just below your breasts as his hands splayed across your ribcage. He allowed you to pull away, your chest heaving and your eyes closed, before he tugged the material of your top up and over your head. The two of you looked at each other, as if absorbing what the two of you were doing.

When he dropped the fabric onto the floor, he moved his mouth to your neck. He can’t help himself as he marked your collarbones with his teeth, every inch of you is practically covered with marks when he’s done. While your mind is caught up in the feeling of his lips on your neck, his hands moved to cup your breasts.

He made you feel so damn good, you didn’t care anymore.

“Mark,” you breathed as you shifted your head to give him better access, “d-do whatever you want. Fuck me however you want. Just do something.”

You could feel the vibrations of Mark’s laughter against your neck as he reached around your back to unsnap your bra before he pulled away to watch the material fall to the floor. His eyes glued to your chest for a moment, his pupils darkening with lust, before he returned his lips to yours in a heated kiss.

Your hands dipped beneath the fabric of his t-shirt. You allowed your hands a moment to roam, before you break the kiss and tugged the material of his shirt up and over his head. Once again you feel hypnotized by his chest, just as you had been the first night you met him. You wanted to trace your finger over every muscle, every vain and every inch of skin. Mark helped you out of your pajama pants and returned his lips to your neck.

“As much as I would love to do fuck you until you feel me in every single part of your body, I want to take my time. To show you just how beautiful you are, just how much I want you.”

In your sex induced brain you have a moment of clarity to consider his words. Take his time? Weren’t frat boys supposed to be rushed, quick and just be rough with you? You had not a doubt in your mind that Mark would be able to deliver on that, based on how he had first acted around you… but slow? Sensual? Was he even capable of that? You weren’t expecting him to be so… soft and delicate. It wasn’t a part of his brand.

This time when Mark brings his lips back to you, they’re much softer – he kissed you at an unhurried pace as if he had all the time in the world with you. He gently nudged you to lay on your back, your fingers going to tangle themselves in his fluffy hair. He brings his fingers to curl at the waistband of your panties, “is this okay?” he breathed against your lips. You feel yourself begin to grow more wet at his ask for consent.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, your eyes closed and your hands tugging at his hair, “more than okay.”

With your permission, Mark slipped his hand into your panties. Brushing your folds lazily, his fingers gentle and unhurried as he allowed you to pull away and catch your breath. When he brushes your clit and felt yourself jolt in surprise beneath him. He attached his lips to your neck and began pressing kisses along the column of your throat.

No words are spoken as you moved one hand from his hair and gently squeezed his hardening cock over his sweats. Mark moaned against your skin and moved his fingers a little quicker but not changing his lazy pace as he worked to rile you up. It doesn’t take long as he slipped a finger into your heat and hears you release a content sigh at the feeling.

“You’re so gorgeous usually,” he whispered against the column of your throat as one of his hands go up to pay attention to your breasts, kneading them gently. “But, fuck, you’re even better naked.”

At that you laughed, “You’re not so bad yourself Mr. President, you know for a frat guy and all.” He smiled at you, capturing your lips in another kiss, nudging his sweatpants and briefs down.

The continual strokes of his fingers, working you open along with his hand on your breast makes you feel dizzy. You attempt to focus your attention elsewhere, pressing kisses to his heated skin as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

You could feel Mark shifting above you, reaching for the stash of condoms next to his bed, before he ripped open the foil packet and pulled away to roll the latex onto his length. His slowness practically drove you to insanity, you just wanted him inside of you now.

“Mark please, I want it.”

Smiling at you, he leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead, “princess you’re going to get it all.”

Mark returned his lips to yours as he sank into you. His pace is slow, lazy and soft, as he began fucking into you. You had always thought that slow and sensual sex was the best kind of sex, but maybe you were wrong. With Mark it felt like your whole body was on fire – it was pure torture. The way he jutted his hips into you at a rhythm had your core aching for more. It was like all of your senses were heightened, everything felt so much more pleasureful with the way your body was hanging on every thrust.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck and groaned as he felt you tug at his hair again. You felt like you were going to go insane and you needed something to grab onto. For you, Mark was willing to do or be whatever you wanted – something he had never remotely thought of doing for anyone ever, including the guys in the fraternity. He was ready to be at your beck and call, to take you like this – making you feel every single stroke, every single time pump into you.

Mark brings his hand between the two of you back to your core and circled your clit once again, allowing you to fall over the edge. “I know you’re going to look so pretty when you cum, please cum for me. I’ve been thinking about it since that night in the shower.”

His mention of the shower brings you back to thinking about how good it felt to have him in your mouth, how good he tasted when he came on your tongue, how much you’d like to be on your knees for him again. These final thoughts have you clenching around Mark, his groaning getting more consistent telling you that he’s close. He nipped at your skin and sucked the spot under your jaw at the same time he thrusted himself at a semi-faster pace, hitting your g-spot. That finally makes every part of your body go numb, and you feel your hips buck forward involuntarily, everything in you spasming.

As he watched your strong release and felt your walls throb around him, Mark began falling over the edge himself. You felt his hips stutter, his breathing shallow, and his hand clenched your hip firmly as he spilled into the condom and you found yourself wanting the moment to last forever as he remained on top of you. You feel him everywhere, warm and solid and entirely him. He pressed a kiss to your lips, another lazy peck, before he pulled away to tie the condom, tossing it somewhere on the ground of his messy room.

“Are you really just going to throw that on the ground?” you laughed. Mark shrugged, “what if you forget about it later?”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around your naked body and brings you as close to him as he can, “nah there’s no way I would forget this.”

Two Months Later

It was hard to believe that summer was finally ending and the new school year was right around the corner. No longer would be stuck in what you once considered was your own personal Hell – the Lambda Chi Alpha house.

The personal Hell had somehow shaped itself into one of the biggest blessings of your life. It had given you Mark Tuan.

“Finally, you’re home!” Mark smiled, patting the open spot next to him on the love seat at your return from work.

As soon as you plopped down, Mark pulled you close to him, resting one arm around your shoulder and the other on your thigh, “want the aux cord?” he mumbled into your shoulder, nuzzling the side of his head against it.

“No! She always gets aux cord when she’s porchin’ it up with us! It’s not fair! She plays that weird K-pop stuff and makes us the laughing stock of the whole street!” Jaebeom whined.

You laughed, “Don’t knock it until you try it!”

“I have tried it and I hate it,” Jaebeom quipped back, crossing his arms to show his firm disagreement on the matter.

“Fine let’s do One Direction this time.”

“Like that’s any better!”

“Can you guys shut up I’m trying to think of something to say to that girl,” Youngjae grumbled in annoyance at your bickering with Jaebeom.

You looked to see a girl walking by the house. Judging on her large backpack, casual clothes and tired face she had been at the library. You doubt she would be up for any unwarranted cat calling. “Don’t say anything!”

Youngjae looked at you confused, “what… I’m trying to shoot my shot.”

“As a girl, please trust me when I say don’t.” Youngjae pursed his lips in thought, “not even if I just tell her she has a nice smile?” You look at the girl frowning, “she’s not smiling and no not even that.”

“Get a load of this guy,” Bambam said as a guy in Phi Kappa Tau letters walks by – most likely to his house. Judging on all of the times you’ve spent on the porch with the boys now, you knew what was coming. Standing up, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “PHI KAPPA TAU SUCKS.” The guy turned to the porch, eyeing Bambam and flipped him off.

Sitting down, Bambam shakes his head, “it’s because he knows it’s true.”

“Will you ever listen to me and realize that it’s stupid to shout at another frat?” you asked.

Bambam shook his head firmly, “you can’t just get rid of tradition Y/n.”

Mark firmly nuzzled his head into your shoulder again, kissing the side of your neck, “pay attention to me.” A clingy boyfriend might be annoying to some people and at one point in time you also thought that way, but with Mark you couldn’t get enough of it. The way that he was so dominant and attentive in the bedroom, but then so needy and clingy when it came to being in public. Especially when you were with the other guys.

“Anything for my number one frat star,” you cooed, pinching his cheek.

“You know I hate it when you call me that!” Mark whined, “you pay more attention to the guys then you do to me.” As he pouted you leaned in to give him a peck, but instead he brings the hand resting on your thigh up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. Youngjae, Jaebeom and Bambam all groan.

“Y/n?” Your name being called breaks you out your bubble with Mark. The bubble that made you feel like you two were the only people in the world that existed. Pulling apart from his lips, you both turned to see who the culprit is that ruined your moment.

“What the hell are you doing at Lambda?” Ryan asked. It doesn’t hurt to see him again; it was just annoying.

“Back from your lake house I take it Sigma Chi?” Mark asked. You had told Mark everything about what went down with you and Ryan – and if looks could kill… Ryan would already be in his grave.

“I’m not talking to you,” Ryan rolled his eyes, “what the hell are you doing at Lambda?” He asked again.

Without thinking about it, you find yourself standing up and cupping your hands around your mouth just as Bambam had done earlier, “SIGMA CHI SUCKS!”

Ryan couldn’t believe his eyes, he stood there blankly on the sidewalk in front of the house, “what? Very funny Y/n… I know you don’t mean-”

You do it again, “SIGMA CHI SUCKS!” The boys on the porch with you begin to laugh.

Ryan pointed a finger towards you, waving it in the air, “now just wait a minute-”

“SIGMA CHI SUCKS!”

Your ex-boyfriend clenched his jaw, “You weren’t even a good fuck anyways!” The words should hurt you, but they don’t because you know it’s not true.

“Uh… Yeah she fucking is,” Mark retorted, standing up next to you, “why don’t you go home Sigma Chi?” And just like that, you and the guys on the porch have your second middle finger of the day – this time from your ex-boyfriend.

As he walked off in the direction of the Sigma Chi house you all laughed at how blatantly offended, he was at just the fact that you had said his frat sucked. It was middle school taunting, but of course it would work on someone like Ryan. Ryan was a special breed of asshole and it makes you feel stupid to think that you had once grouped Mark with him. All of the Lambda boys.

Mark kisses your shoulder, “what are you thinking about?” His smile melted you – it always does. He was one you had been waiting for and somehow your body and subconscious knew it before you did.

“Just how happy I am to have you by my side Mr. President.”

“I’m happy to have you by my side too,” Mark hummed, but soon he pauses, “unless it’s during beer pong… because you really suck.”

“Mark!”

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Why, why, why (7,8)

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you.

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). ALSO I’M AN IDIOT AND I DIDN’T POST AGAIN SOOOO HERE ARE TWO CHAPTERS AHAHAHH HELP.

Warnings: n/a (just a liiiittle bit of making out but seriously nothing, also several fu and shi words hahah)

Word count: 2.6K

Parts 7 and 8/11 (I think) First / Previous / Next

Taglist: @melitadala @chxotickpoptrash @aiforyuu @fineapplehoe (let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)

You had classes, and you also had work to do. You had to spend the next week or two studying for a bit, sometimes stealing some time to see Jonghyun, but other than that, you had developed the habit of going to your local coffee shop with Chan, BamBam, and Yugyeom to study. You spent most of your afternoons like that, as the professors had already started giving you more homework than you could handle. Sometimes you’d stop by Jonghyun’s work and he’d give you your favorite coffee, which you gladly accepted.

You still hadn’t seen Yuta after that night. Maybe you’d run across him at uni or you’d see him leaving your house at night when you came back, but nothing solid. Every time you’d see him, he’d wave at you, which was still progress, but you had to see him. You wanted to talk to him, and you had to make it happen. So, one day, you met him at the entrance of your apartment building.

“Oh, hey, you were with Taeyong?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to help him with some choreos he had to practice.” He answered.

“Oh god, poor neighbors!” you said with a dramatic voice and he laughed. “Good, you’re warming up to me!” you couldn’t help but say.

“Yeah, you can say that.” He said, but you could see he still felt kind of awkward.

“So, do you want to go out with me tomorrow?” you asked.

“Yeah, what time do you get off class?”

“Uh, around 6. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, maybe I can come pick you up?” he asked. During the entire conversation, you couldn’t help but think how awkward he seemed. He wasn’t stiff or moody like when you’d first met him. He had warmed up to you, and you were happy to enjoy the progress you’d made. You couldn’t wait to tell Taeyong all about this.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” you said, and went for a bold move. Yes, you usually were a hugger, but with this one you could never know. So, you just went for it. He didn’t see it coming of course, and his entire body stiffened for a few seconds, until he finally let loose and hugged you back. It was only for a moment, but you felt close to him in a way. “Goodnight, Yuta.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

~ ☼ ~

As you went inside your apartment, you immediately started yelling to Taeyong. “Hey, you’re not going to believe what just happened. Where are you, I need to tell you what Yuta and I just said,” you shouted, when you saw the balcony door open, and someone enter. You saw Taeyong, but also that he wasn’t alone. He clearly gave you the shut-up look, which you didn’t understand at first, but soon realized it was necessary, as a second figure entered the apartment.

“Jonghyun, hi!” fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. “When did you get here?”

“Hi, Y/N. I got here a few minutes ago. You usually come back around this hour, so I thought I’d surprise you. If you’re too tired, I can always leave, but I knew you had a lot of work to do these days and I just wanted to cheer you up,” he said.

You paused, not knowing what to do. Had he seen everything that just went down between Yuta and you? “Oh my god, you’re so sweet! Yes, I’d love it if you stayed, if Taeyong doesn’t mind of course.”

“Don’t mind me, I was just going to stay and dance for a while anyway,” Taeyong reassured you, still giving you that intense look.

“Then, that’s great! Oh, and I saw Yuta too. He was here a few minutes ago. You barely missed him.”

“Oh, well, it’s alright. He’s usually with Taeyong so I can greet him another day,” you replied. “Why don’t you go to my room for a second and I’ll be right there.” He nodded and left the living room.

“Ok, what’s going on?” Taeyong asked you.

“That’s what I was coming to tell you!” you whispered. “I’ll go out with Yuta tomorrow to reconcile and I really don’t know how you guys didn’t see everything from the balcony. I lost my shit when I saw you there!”

“That’s why I’ve been looking at you like that! I saw everything! But he didn’t. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table, don’t worry. I kept talking to him so that he couldn’t hear anything either, but that means I had no clue what you said. I just saw him like that and then you hugged him and what in the absolute fuck is going on, Y/N?” you knew Taeyong was infuriated but also extremely confused, but you didn’t know what to tell him either.

“I don’t know, he was just so nice and accepting today. He even offered to pick me up tomorrow from uni! So, I just…hugged him? Does that make any sense?” you wondered.

“No, but we won’t talk about this right now. You have a man inside your room!”

Fuck. He was right. You left your stuff in the living room and went inside, only to find Jonghyun looking through stuff on your desk.

“I promise I wasn’t snooping,” he laughed.

“I know. There’s nothing to find anyway, really. I mean, besides some embarrassing photos of school parties I guess.” You joked around, not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

“Well, you’ll show me those one day.” He smirked. “Should we put some music on?”

“Yeah, feel free to put whatever you want.” He took out his phone and found a chill playlist. “You like Dean, I see.”

“You know him? Ah, none of my friends listen to him.” He exclaimed.

“Yeah, he’s one of my favorite singers.” You smiled. You couldn’t help but think how good he looked, awkwardly looking at the stuff in your room. This was your space, and he was fully aware of it. Sometimes you admired how much of a gentleman he was, but that night, you had to blow off some steam. Especially with the way he was dressed that night, you couldn’t resist. He was wearing a grey shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, and tight black pants. This classic but stunning look drove you crazy, and your desire to kiss him grew stronger. In the end, you approached him, pressing your lips against his, driving him closer to the bed.

“Agressive, aren’t we today?” he broke the kiss only for a second, then dove right back.

“Only for the right reasons,” you said, and gently pushed him onto the bed. You climbed on top of him, kissing him all over his neck. You didn’t know what had gotten into you that night, but he was more than eager to follow. He gently slided his hands below the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your hands, revealing your bra. You knew where this was going, and with your emotional state at that moment you had no clue if it was the best time for it. You pushed away those thoughts and started unbuttoning his shirt, then took off his t-shirt as well, leaving him shirtless in your room. The sight of him was angelic, the way his body was pressed so close to you was euphoric, yet all you could think about was the demon inside your head – Yuta.

You mentally slapped yourself and brought your mind back to the moment you were currently living, which was a shirtless Jonghyun right underneath you.

“Wait, Y/N, as much as I love seeing you shirtless, we have to stop,” he said. “We’ve known each other for a few weeks, and also, Taeyong is in the next room!” he laughed.

“You’re right,” you chuckled. You didn’t know if you wanted to ignore his comment and continue what you were doing or take this as an excuse to not do anything that night. You were confused as hell. You laid down next to him and wrapped your hand around his stomach, taking the time to relax and cuddle for a while until he had to go. He had class the next day, and so did you.

Well, for you it was more than just class. You had to mentally prepare yourself to spend the afternoon with Yuta.

When Jonghyun left, you were one hundred percent ready to text everything to Chan. You immediately took your phone and sat on the couch. It was already past 10:30, and Taeyong was feeling a bit tired, so he headed to bed.

You: HELP. I’m going out with Yuta tomorrow. Also I found Jonghyun here when I came back and right after I hugged Yuta at the entrance. He didn’t see it bc he was with Taeyong but after that we made out and all I could think about is tomorrow.

Chan: Wait.

Chan: Hold on.

Chan: I’ll just ignore the very sweet fact that Jonghyun came to surprise you and focus on the fact that you were making out with him and thinking about Yuta.

Chan: Y/N, what the fuck.

You: I have no clue.

You: I don’t know what’s going on. I think that in my effort to reconcile with him things got a bit…messy? Idk. Now I’m more interested in being in good terms with him rather than my own boyfriend? That doesn’t even make any sense.

Chan: You do realize this is seriously messed up, right?

You: Yeah, I mean

You: Wait, doorbell

Chan: Wait

Chan: No

Chan: Y/N you’d better come straight back and fill me in!

You looked through the peephole and saw Yuta again. What was he doing there that late? You opened the door and saw the flustered look on his face when he saw it was you.

“Hi. What’s going on?”

“Uh, I forgot my charger and I don’t have a second one and I’d be without a phone if I didn’t come get it. Sorry about that.”

“Oh, come in. Where did you leave it? I hope it’s not in Taeyong’s room because he’s already asleep,” you joked.

“No, it’s right here on the coffee table. Thanks.” He grabbed it and turned around to leave, but you had a different idea in mind. Not even knowing what had gotten into you, you immediately stopped him.

“Hey, um, if you don’t have an early class tomorrow morning, you can stay for a while. Taeyong’s asleep but we can hang out if you’re up for it,” you suggested.

Shocked at your suggestion, Yuta stood close to the door for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. “Are you sure?”

“I mean, I don’t have an early class tomorrow and I can’t sleep yet anyway. Only if you’re ok with it of course.” You were calmer than ever. You knew this could end up being very wrong, with either one of you getting brutally stabbed after a huge fight, but you were willing to take the risk. “But we should go outside if we don’t want to wake Taeyong up.”

“Sure.”

You grabbed your phone and sent Chan a quick text.

You: Yuta’s here. We’re going to hang out. Crap. I’ll tell you later.

Chan: Wtf Y/N come back

Chan: No don’t leave me like this!

Chan: Fuck I need the details and you’re giving them to me tomorrow in class

Read

You followed him outside and sat next to him, facing the road. You had to admit that Taeyong had found you a house with a great balcony view. You grabbed your jacket and brought him one of Taeyong’s, as it was late, and it had started getting cold.

“Thanks,” he said and put it on. It fit surprisingly well with his other clothes, a black tank top and grey sweatpants. He seemed oddly attractive even in this simple clothing that he probably didn’t even realize anyone would see when he left his house to come back to yours.

“It looks good on you. You should steal it from Taeyong. He’ll probably let you have it anyway.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, the man’s ready to do whatever you say. He really loves you, you know.” You reassured him.

“No, do you think I’m attractive?” he asked, and you honestly didn’t know what to say. He was attractive as hell, but it wasn’t really the best way to phrase it.

“Yeah, I do.” You paused and saw a smirk form on his lips, even though he tried to hide it. You liked the feeling of making him smile, so you decided to keep it up. “I think I’d have hit on you if we hadn’t been fighting when we first met.” It was kind of a bold move, and you knew it. But there wasn’t anything stopping you, since he knew you had a boyfriend, and you had already told him that you found him attractive.

“Wait, really?” He turned to you wide-eyed.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“And you’re saying this so casually?”

“I guess so. I’m usually not that bold, but you were the one who asked.” You paused. “I could lie to you next time, maybe tell you that you’re barely noticeable. And you know it’s not true.”

“Well, if you put it that way,” he chuckled.

“And the jacket definitely helps. You should steal it. You put up with Taeyong’s craziness, so you deserve it.”

“That’s true. You can’t believe how nuts he was the first two years. Now he has more homework and more difficult practice sessions, so it’s not like he has the energy to be like he was when he first got here. Sometimes I thought he’d explode,” he said.

“I know exactly what you mean. You should’ve seen him in his last year of high school. He was barely manageable. His mom was going crazy, and my mom practically put everything away when he stayed over.”

“It sounds like you had a lot of fun though.”

“Yeah, those were quite memorable times. We were both very young though.” You smiled, as you had gotten nostalgic after bringing back all those memories.

“You’re still young. It’s your first year of uni, Y/N.” He laughed.

“True, but you’re only two years older than me. You’re not that much older.”

He was about to second guess you and get all defensive towards you, but at the last minute he just agreed. “You’re right.”

At about that point, both of you had stopped staring at the road and had started looking at each other. The conversation had dragged you both into a light-headed state that you couldn’t exactly describe, but it was a pleasant feeling that you didn’t want to let go.

After a few seconds of silence, you heard him say the words that would change everything. “Everyone deserves to be young and foolish every once in a while.”

With those words, you started leaning closer and closer to each other, unable to pull away. Your lips were merely a few centimeters apart from each other when the balcony door opened.

“What are you guys doing up so late?” Taeyong was barely awake, wrapped up in a blanket, but he was staring at you.

“Oh hi, Taeyong, I thought you had gone to bed!” you exclaimed.

“Yeah, I just wanted some water. I’ll go right back to sleep. You should sleep too, guys. It’s almost 12,” he said, and went right back in. You realized he hadn’t seen or heard whatever was going on between Yuta and you, which was definitely a relief, but now you had to face Yuta.

“Uh, he’s right. I have to go.” He immediately got up and grabbed his stuff, leaving you speechless on the balcony. After staying like that for a few minutes, you realized he had forgotten his charger again, and this time he was definitely not coming back to get it.

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luxekook · 5 years

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would you rather write about namjoon coming home super frustrated from a long day at work and wanting to take it out on your pussy or taehyung making you so mad that the only way he can shut you up from yelling at him is fucking from behind with your face shoved into a pillow?

⇥ pairing: taehyung x reader

⇥ genre: angst, smut, (minimal) fluff

⇥ summary: taehyung forgets about you one time too many, and you decide to make him just as angry as you.

⇥ word count: 1.3k

⇥ warnings: 18+, established couple!argument, cursing, rough/angry sex, spitting (by another anon request, hehe), unprotected sex (WRAP IT, PPL), spanking, hair-pulling, dom/sub themes, possessive!tae

You stomped up the steps to your apartment. Despite having hung out with friends for the past few hours in an attempt to distract yourself, your anger towards your boyfriend had only grown worse.

Taehyung had missed your dinner plans yet again, and you were at the end of your tether. Earlier, you had sat on the couch in your living room waiting for your boyfriend. Dishes with untouched food had laid cold on the kitchen table, wine glasses untouched.

You had snapped, grabbing the untouched plates of food and dumping them into the sink. Calling BamBam and Yugyeom after that was a no-brainer. Despite their own busy schedules, those two boys always made time for you - unlike some people.

Yeah, you were still fucking livid. Taehyung was going to get eviscerated as soon as you walked through your door, and you were so fucking ready to let him have it. That was - if he was even home.

You tugged your keys out of your purse and unlocked your apartment door.

“Baby?” You called, shuffling into your dark apartment, “You home?” Your tone was deceptively sweet - nauseatingly so.

“Yes.” Taehyung’s voice sounded menacing. Flicking on the lights, you dramatically slapped a hand to your chest, “Why were you sitting in the dark? Did you forget where the light switch is? I wouldn’t be surprised…”

You trailed off, feigning nonchalance as you shrugged off your coat.

Taehyung scoffed, climbing to his feet. “Well, I wouldn’t have been sitting in the dark if you had actually been home instead of with your friends.” You moved right past your hypocritical boyfriend to the kitchen.

“That’s fucking rich,” You poured yourself a glass of wine, sipping smugly, “Considering you were the one to bail on our dinner plans - again.”

You leveled him with a glare. Your boyfriend blinked, “That was tonight?”

“Yes, that was fucking tonight!” You exploded, “Am I that insignificant to you that you don’t even remember having plans with me?”

“Baby,” Taehyung muttered, moving closer to you, “Stop.”

You ignored him. “And then when you decide to come home and I’m not there, you get mad? Sorry for hanging out with friends that actually want to spend time with me!”

“Spend time with you?” Taehyung let out a laugh, “They just want to fuck you, (y/n)!”

“Well then at least someone does!”

Shit. You had not meant to say that out loud. You shot your boyfriend a glance. Yeah, he was pissed.

Cocking his head slightly, Taehyung murmured, “What did you just say?”

You were at a crossroads. You could either back down and apologize like you usually did. Or you could throw caution to the wind and keep going…

“You haven’t fucked me for weeks, Tae! You’re always off in the studio or with the boys, and I get it. I really do. But I’m your girlfriend and sometimes I just want your fucking dick and your fucking attention!”

It seemed the louder you got, the quieter he became. Your boyfriend’s eyes were heated, his shoulders tense. “Baby, I just want you to think about who you’re talking to.”

“Oh, you mad, bro? Well, join the club!”

“Last warning.” He grabbed the wine glass from your hand and set it on the counter.

“Maybe I should go back to BamBam and Yugyeom if they’re as willing as you say they are. Because, lord knows, you won’t—”

He flipped you around suddenly. Your forearms flat on the counter, your back arched, your ass in the air.

“Is that what you want?” You felt him hovering over you, “You want someone else? Answer me!” Taehyung smacked your ass. You bit your lip, refusing to give him anything but your anger.

“And what if I do? Would you even care? You’re never around!”

“That’s it.” Taehyung grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You protested as you tried to wiggle out of his grip. He paid you no attention and opened the door to your bedroom before tossing you onto the bed.

“Strip,” He commanded.

“No.”

“No?” Taehyung arched an eyebrow as he unbuttoned his shirt. God, he looked so fucking hot. His hair was a mess of dark waves, his eyes molten, his cheeks flushed. You could tell he was barely holding back from punishing you for being so insolent.

Yet, perhaps that was what you had wanted all along. And, so, like the true brat you were, you grinned up at him, “No, daddy.”

He snapped.

“Looks like I’m just going to have to fuck you until you remember who you belong to…” His fingers tugged off your jeans, “Safe words, baby. Let me hear them.”

You swallowed hard. Your boyfriend rarely made you recite your safe words before sex; and, on the rare occasions that he did, you could barely walk the next day.

“Red for stop. Yellow for slow down. Green for keep going.”

“Good girl,” Taehyung pushed your shirt up over your head. “Now turn over and put your hands on the head board. Legs open.”

Subconsciously, your body followed his instructions. You felt his fingers slide under the lace of your panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” He groaned, sliding a finger into you, “Did it turn you on to make daddy mad?” His hand slipped out of your underwear and then delivered a slap to your covered pussy.

“Fuck you,” You moaned. And with that, he shoved your face down into the pillows, muffling you.

“Fuck you?” Taehyung seethed, “That’s what you have to say?” He ripped your panties off your body and spit on your pussy.

His fingers rubbing the added wetness into you. “Well, then that’s what I’ll do.”

You sucked in a breath as his hard cock filled you suddenly, stretching you. Every sharp thrust of his hips was punishing. You groaned into the pillows, arching off the bed trying to get him deeper inside you.

He fucked you hard and fast, his hips slamming into yours and his hands gripping you.

“You are mine,” He growled, pounding into you, “Your pussy is mine. Your mouth is mine.” Taehyung spanked you with each declaration of ownership, “Only I can fuck you like this. I own you.”

Each slap fueled the traitorous warmth spreading through you, and you fought back the only way you knew how. You clenched around him, your walls squeezing his cock.

“Fuck,” He moaned, his hips struggling to keep moving in and out, “You want to milk my cock, baby? God, I could fuck you forever.”

Taehyung wrapped your hair around his hand and yanked your head back. You panted, the tinge of pain mixed with pleasure was hurtling you to the edge.

Your pussy pulsed around him, and you began to move your hips back harder with each of his thrusts, chasing your orgasm. Taehyung’s movements grew sloppier as you felt his cock swell within you. He was close, too.

His other hand snaked around you to pinch your clit and that set you off. You came with a scream. Your pussy convulsed around him, causing his own climax as you squeezed him.

Taehyung continued to thrust into you through your orgasms before collapsing against you.

You shifted over to your side so you could look at your boyfriend. He was a mess, his hair wild, his eyes fucked out, his lips red. You’d never seen anything better.

“Baby,” He said softly, looking at you intently, “You know I love you, right?”

You bit your lip. Your hesitation apparently told Taehyung everything.

“Shit, baby,” He scooted closer, placing kisses all over your cheek, “I do love you. So fucking much it scares me. I know I haven’t been home lately to spend time with you. I’ll change that. You deserve better, and I’m sorry.”

Your hand reached up to stroke his cheek, “Tae, I love you. I know you’re busy being famous and everything, but I don’t like feeling neglected.”

Taehyung sat up, “Neglected? Oh, now that just won’t do…” He shifted lower on the bed, opening your legs before settling his face in between them. “Looks like I have some more apologizing to do.”

And apologize he did. Four more times.

#bangtanhq #bts drabble #bts smut #taehyung x reader #this is a big yikes of a drabble lmao #i am so sorry

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i-think-i-love-ya · 4 years

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Oh My God, They Were Roommates - Part 3

Fuck Buddy Housemates - Masterlist

Jaebeom x Cis!Female Reader/OC

Words: 1406

Tags: Oral (Female receiving), Fingering, lil bit of nipple play, Sex while others are listening, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, cum swallowing.

A/N: IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS ✨UNMOTIVATED✨ but the next part will be posted tomorrow to make up for me being lazy

“I’m home!” You walked in with two drinks from Starbucks.

“Hey.” You heard Jaebeom’s voice coming from the living room.

When you walked in he was on the phone.

“Oh yeah, I guess you never met my housemate. She’s cool. She supply’s me with caffeine all the time.” He said into the phone, taking the latte from you.

He went silent for a second.

“Uhh. I don’t know….” he said, looking at you.

“What?”

“He wants to meet you.” He said.

“Okay… Put him on FaceTime.” You said moving to sit beside JB.

So he hung up the phone call to switch to FaceTime.

“His name in your phone is ‘skkrt skkrt’?” You laughed because that was absolutely ridiculous.

JBs friend answered the phone call and you waved at him.

“I’m BamBam. Nice to meet you.” He smiled into the camera.

“My name is yn.”

“Dude you didn’t tell me she was hot.” Bam said, directed at Jaebeom.

You turned to him.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell your friends I’m hot.” You said shaking your head. “That’s just unacceptable behaviour.”

“I should have never let the two of you meet, too much chaotic energy in my life at the same time. Anyways my phone is dying so you hold this while I go get a charger.” JB handed you his phone while he went upstairs to find his charger.

“Hey uhh yn, you kinda look like you were attacked. Tell your boyfriend to cool it on the marks.” BamBam giggled

You pulled up the collar on your shirt.

“I don’t really have a boyfriend.” You said.

“Girlfriend then?” Bam asked and you shook your head.

You pointed upstairs and Bambams jaw dropped to the floor.

“You two aren’t together are you?!” He whispered even though there was no way JB could hear him.

“No… we have an arrangement.” You explained.

“Is the arrangement that he rearranges you?!” Bam asked

You burst out into laughter because you couldn’t deny that’s exactly what JB was doing to you.

“What’s so funny?” JB asked, charger in hand.

You shook your head

“Nothing. Here.” You handed him back his phone and said bye to BamBam.

“Dude… Nice.” BamBam said with a thumbs up when you left the room.

JB looked at his phone confused.

“She told me about your little ‘arrangement’. Her words.” Bam explained

“Oh… haha yeah.”

—

You heard a knock on your door and Jaebeoms head poke through.

“Can I hang?”

You waved him in and pulled the other chair up to your computer desk.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked

“Playing Among Us with friends.”

“Camera on?”

“Nope.”

”Mic?”

“Only during discussions so we don’t have to type.” You explained.

JB made a humming noise and leaned back in the chair to watch as you killed someone in the med bay and vented away before anyone could see you.

“So you uh told BamBam about our situation.” He said after a while.

“Yeah… should I not have? Sorry I probably should have asked first.” You said.

“No it’s alright I have no problem with people knowing. I wasn’t telling people cause I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.” He explained.

“What did he say?” You asked laughing

JB imitated BamBams face after you had left the room and put his thumb up.

“He’s seriously reconsidering living alone.” He said laughing.

You laughed into the mic that you had just turned on for discussion time and all your friends asked what was so funny.

“Oh JB is here beside me, say hi.”

JB leaned into the mic and said hi to all your friends, then covered the mic and gave you a small kiss.

You were about to tell everyone you had to leave but he stopped you and told you to keep playing.

After voting someone off you turned your mic back off.

“So… you told your friends about us?” JB rolled his chair closer to you and started kissing your neck.

You nodded, moving your head to the side to give him more access.

His hands slid up your shirt to play with your nipples.

“Haha… I’ve seen you shirtless so many times yet I keep forgetting you have pierced nipples.”

You shivered as JB’s thumbs slowly circled your nipples.

“I uhh… normally push your hands away. My nipples are very sensitive. Too sensitive.” You said

JB hummed. One of his hands left your chest to slide down your body. You were wearing a skirt so all he had to do is push your panties out of the way to expose you.

“Damn baby… already so damn wet.” You moaned as his hands toyed with your breast and pussy simultaneously.

You lifted one leg over the armrest of your chair to make it easier for him. JB slid two fingers inside right as soon as a meeting was called.

You turned on your mic to hear the discussion until one of your friends asked why you weren’t saying anything.

“I… have nothing to add. I was in the middle of doing a sca- ahhh.” JB angled his fingers hitting your g-spot.

“I’m fine. Stubbed my toe.” You kept quiet and held in your moans until everyone decided to skip the vote.

Turning off your mic you leaned back in the chair. You moved your character to security so it would look like you're busy. There was still another imposter so they could do the work.

JB got down on the floor and made his way under your desk. He pulled off your panties and started eating you out.

Another body was reported so you turned back on your mic but also sent a message into the chat that had all your friends screaming.

JB could hear that under the desk and asked what happened.

“Just let my friends know what you’re doing.”

JB hummed and kept licking. You were the last imposter since the other one was voted out and you had to win.

Your orgasm was also getting very close and you just had to kill two more people so you sabotaged the oxygen and won that way.

You screamed out as JB lightly ran his teeth along your clit and made you cum.

He hit his head on the desk coming back up and told you to stand up. JB sat down on your chair and pulled you down onto his cock.

You started a new game of Among Us and you were a crew mate this time.

“You aren’t gonna move” you asked.

“Naw… you’ll get to cum again if you win this round.” He said lightly scratching at your thighs.

During the first discussion Jaebeom heard someone ask what he was doing to you now so he leaned towards the mic.

“She’s sitting on my cock. She won’t get to cum till the game is over.” He sat back and heard the chorus of screams and squeals through your headset.

JB filling you up was so distracting that you couldn’t focus on your tasks so the crew mates ended up losing this round.

You told your friend bye and logged out of your computer. JB pushed you onto the desk when you took off your headset.

“W-wait… not here. You might hit my tech.”

So without removing himself from inside you, he lifted you up and carried you to your bed. He put you on your hands and knees and began fucking you.

You could barely hold yourself up as he was pulling you back into him with so much force.

You started clenching around him more and more so he could tell you were about to cum.

He pulled out and walked over to your head.

“Open.”

You opened your mouth and he rested his cock on your tongue. He began pumping his cock until he came in your mouth.

You sat back on your feet as he pulled his pants back up his thighs and started leaving your room.

“You're just gonna leave me hanging.” You were pouting.

He turned back around and walked up to you.

“Yup. You lost the game which means you don’t get to finish.” He had a smug smirk on his lips.

“And yn,” he grabbed your chin and turn your face towards him, “you don’t cum tonight at all… not even by your own hands.” JB left your room.

When you heard the door close you threw your face into your pillows and groaned.

#OMGTWR #got7 #got7 smut #jaebeom #im jaeboem #jaebeom smut #writing #mine

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okskz · 4 years

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Just Between Us.

elsy + jinyoung

elsy breaks down to jinyoung about everything that has happened only for their night to turn completely different.

hhhhh, i really hope you guys enjoy this post. don’t think I forgot about this LOL, I still wanted it to happen. anyways, please leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[8th Member of Got7]

Elsy pulled her large tee down as she headed for her door after hearing the bell ring. Opening it, she smiled softly when seeing Jinyoung. “You know you can just enter? You don’t have to knock.”

Jinyoung laughed as he walked in. “Just trying to be polite.”

After closing the door, Elsy turned around and went straight to a hug with Jinyoung. Her face buried against his chest. “Thank you for coming. It feels like it’s been forever since us two hung out, I’ve missed you.” She mumbled.

Jinyoung softly chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Elsy. “I’ve actually missed you quite a lot too.”

He broke away from the hug, entering Elsy’s apartment more. “What have you been up to?” When reaching her living room, he noticed a bottle of wine and a wine glass on her coffee table. He laughed when picking the bottle up. “Drinking, I can see. Is everything alright? You don’t drink out of the blue unless something is bothering you.”

Elsy gave Jinyoung a half smile before plopping herself down on the couch. “I’ve only had one glass so I wouldn’t say I’ve been drinking, plus it’s just wine.”

“But is something bothering you?” He questioned, quickly being concerned for Elsy with how she sighed. “Is your project with Mia still going okay?”

“That’s just it.” Elsy mumbled. She couldn’t help herself as tears began flowing as she thought about her argument with Chan and how everything had ended that day. “Bang Chan made me feel like shit for wanting to do this.”

“What?”

Elsy faced the other way as her lips began quivering and a loud sob was let out. This caused Jinyoung to scoot over to Elsy and began hugging from the side. “What happened, Jiyeon?”

“He asked me if we could talk the other day, so I went but it was just for him to attack me asking why I had to take Mia because he doesn’t like the idea of her doing outside activities.” Elsy wiped away her tears. “And then he said I was the worst friend ever and I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much that hurt me, Jinyoung. My best friend of literally ten years said I was the worst.”

Jinyoung could tell that Elsy was letting out every emotion from her, he had never seen her so hurt by something so he knew her and Chan’s situation had to have been really bad and that wasn’t sitting well with him. Elsy being hurt was one thing he never wanted. And with how she was hurting, Jinyoung’s liking for the boy was beginning to drop.

“And the worst thing about this is that I don’t hate him, even after all of this. I could never hate him. I told him I did, but I didn’t mean it. I was just so angry at him, Jinyoung. I don’t deserve how he attacked me.”

“Has he ever been like that to you in the past?”

“No!” Elsy cried. “Never. Not once have the both of us ever spoken like that to each other.”

“I’m sorry this happened to you.” Jinyoung said while rubbing his thumb on Elsy’s hand.

Elsy just shook her head as she continued to cry. “And i honestly thought he only wanted to talk to me to fix things-“

“Wait, fix what? Something else happened too?”

Elsy sighed, nodding her head. “He took me out one day to hang out and at the end of it, he confessed he liked me.”

“And then?”

“I rejected him. I told him I didn’t feel the same way and that I only saw him as a friend and we both agreed to forget that moment ever happened and that nothing would change but we both knew that was a lie. Because literally after that him and I fell off and never spoke again.” Elsy began crying harder and Jinyoung brought her in for a tighter hug as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“And now I don’t even know what we are anymore and I feel like our friendship just ended like that.” Elsy sobbed. “All I wanted was my best friend back but instead he decided to attack me and-“ Elsy couldn’t help it anymore as she broke down even more with louder cries, she hugged onto Jinyoung tighter as she continued to cry and all Jinyoung did was rub her back to sooth her.

“It’s going to be okay, Jiyeon.” Jinyoung mumbled. When Elsy’s crying began to die down, Jinyoung cupped her face and brought her attention to him. “I don’t ever want to see you like this. This honestly breaks me.”

Elsy gave him a half smile before looking down down at her lap, letting out a huge sigh. “Please don’t tell the other members, especially Yugyeom and Bambam. He’s their friend too and I don’t want mine and Chan’s feud to get in the way of them.”

“I’ll promise I won’t.” He sighed. “But I will say, I’m beginning not to like this kid.”

Elsy bit on her lip. “Thanks for always being here for me.” She said, resting her head back on Jinyoung’s shoulder, this time placing her legs on his lap. “He may have hurt me but I still care for him.”

“Ah, Jiyeon. Always having a good heart. But seeing you hurt is the last thing I ever want.”

Elsy looked up at Jinyoung and couldn’t help but smile softly at him. Out of nowhere the atmosphere between the two had quickly changed into something different. Maybe it was the glass of wine Elsy had drank that was taking over her body as she couldn’t stop herself from moving closer to Jinyoung and pressing her lips against his.

Jinyoung was very much taken back by the sudden action, but that didn’t stop him from kissing her back.

They only kissed for about a few seconds before Jinyoung broke away. “W-we shouldn’t- this shouldn’t have happened.”

Elsy cupped Jinyoung’s face, bringing him back closer. “I don’t care.”

She brought her lips to his again and this time Jinyoung didn’t hold back as he grabbed the back of Elsy’s neck to bring her closer to him. Their lips moving in perfect sync while Elsy moved herself until she was straddling Jinyoung.

She began slightly grinding on him, Jinyoung letting out a small groan as she did so. This caused Jinyoung to grab on Elsy’s hips and grip them tightly.

As Elsy continued to kiss him, her hands went down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up before Jinyoung broke away from the kiss and took it off himself.

He brought her face back down and reattached his lips to her again.

“This is so wrong but I can’t seem to get myself to stop.” Jinyoung mumbled, pecking Elsy’s lips.

Elsy grinned a little, going back in to kiss Jinyoung once more. Before she could break away from the kiss, Jinyoung grabbed the back of her neck again and began kissing her once more.

He stood up, having Elsy wrap herself around him. The two never breaking from the kiss as Jinyoung took Elsy to her bedroom. He kicked the door shut and placed the girl on the bed. Before Jinyoung could get on top of her, Elsy took off her shirt and Jinyoung became wide eyed when seeing she was braless.

He wasted no time on getting on top of her, kissing her from her chest all the way up to her neck. Elsy let out a soft moan as she wrapped a leg around him. “Jinyoung.”

A few moments later and the both of them were fully exposed to each other.

Jinyoung slid his hands to intertwine his fingers with Elsy’s as he was currently kissing her neck. Elsy let out a small gasp, her mouth slightly opening and eyes fluttering.

He got close to her ear, whispering. “I’m gonna make you forget about him.”

***

Elsy fluttered her eyes opened. She had an arm draped over Jinyoung while having her head rested on his bare chest. She looked up at him and smiled softly.

But that smile soon faded when realization hit her in the state they were in.

She sat herself up quickly, her sudden movements caused Jinyoung to wake up from his slumber. When he opened his eyes, he saw Elsy looking down at him horrified.

“Whats wrong?”

“We slept together, that’s what.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jinyoung said. “Do you regret it?”

“Um.” Elsy began. She tightly covered her chest as she sat back against the headboard. “I do and I don’t. I do because we’re literally group members and it was wrong of us to do this but at the same time... I definitely don’t regret it.”

“Yeah, the sounds you made last night told me otherwise.” He smirked.

Elsy eyed Jinyoung as she slightly slapped his chest but the two laughed anyways. “Do you regret it?” Elsy then asked.

Jinyoung thought for a moment. “Mm, no. I’m basically on the same page as you.”

“I can’t believe we did this.” Elsy whispered. “Absolutely no one, and I mean no one can know about this.”

“Fine with me.” Jinyoung shrugged. “We can keep this just between us.”

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honeypwark · 4 years

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[ I Seem to Have Fallen ]

↳ I Am YOU era

↳ Xiang is practicing for the KBS Song Festival JYP Special Stage. There's a technical malfunction. Xiang ends up getting rushed to the hospital.

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Xiang swaps phones with Jae after exchanging numbers, "Wait, aren't you only a sub-rapper? Like, no offense, but why are you and Young K a part of the rap stage?"

"First of all, you're a part of English line, so never call him Young K; it's Brian," Jae corrects her. "And second, I think they needed someone tall since everyone else in the rap stage is short, I don't really know."

"That's highly inaccurate. You've got maybe two inches on Brian and BamBam. And I'm not short."

"I am looking over your head right now."

"That doesn't prove anything; you can look over anyone's head, you freak of nature."

"I take offense to that."

"Good."

A staff member interrupts them, "Xiang, Jae, we're going in a minute."

Jae sends a glare Xiang's way and she just gives him a wide grin back, both of them putting in their in-ears. Xiang can hear Dowoon start his drum solo now, after a few minutes long break for technical difficulties after the vocal stage. She waits for the remixed "Hard Carry" beat then walks onstage and starts rapping.

It's insane to think that less than two years ago she debuted and now she's kicking off the JYP rap stage, Day6's Jae and Twice's Chaeyoung at her sides. So instead she thinks about her lyrics. She takes up space on the stage, walking around and going all in even if it is just a rehearsal.

She turns and takes a few steps backwards. In her peripherals, she sees Jae start to move towards her very quickly and she's confused as to what he's doing. His hand just barely grazes her arm as she starts to fall backward.

One second she's owning her verse in the company collaboration and the next she's on her back down below the stage with the wind knocked out of her.

She has to blink several times before she can register what just happened. She sees above her a rectangular hole in the stage where Changbin would have emerged in a few verses. It shouldn't have been open yet because she wasn't even finished and Jae, Chaeyoung, Jisung, and Brian all still had to rap. Nevertheless, she's underneath the stage and Changbin is tugging out his in-ears and crouching beside her.

Xiang sits up and takes her earpieces out. The music has stopped but her ears are still ringing.

"-okay? Changho? Hey."

Changbin's hand on her shoulder helps get her out of the ringing in her head.

She looks over at him, "I seem to have fallen."

"Okay, good, you're not broken," he laughs stiffly, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," she waves him off.

The throbbing of the back of her head sticks out to her among the rest of the pain from falling flat on her back onto a metal platform. She reaches back to cup her head. Her hair feels wet, which is weird because she knows she wasn't sweating that much. She looks at her hand and sees blood coating her fingers.

"Oh, shit," Changbin curses. He turns to the closest staff member, "Can we get some help?"

"I'm fine, Changbin," Xiang tries to tell him.

"You're bleeding, so, no, you're not fine."

The platform starts to move under them and they're lifted up onto the stage, where Chan is immediately at Xiang's side.

"Oh my god, Sophie, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Chris-"

"She's bleeding," Changbin cuts her off.

"She's bleeding?!"

She glares at Changbin, "Now you've done it."

She knows Changbin's right and she's not okay, especially since she can now feel blood trickling down her neck. She must've hit her head on the corner of the stage when she fall backwards and bust it open. And her back is really starting to feel the impact of her fall.

"Let's get her backstage," Stray Kids' manager says from where he stands behind Chan.

Changbin helps her up and has his hand on her arm as they start backstage. She stumbles a bit as pain flares up in the small of her back and Chan grabs onto her other arm.

"Should I carry her? I can carry her," Chan says to their manager.

"She can hear you," Xiang objects, "And she can walk on her own. Her back just hurts a little."

She's hurting a lot more than she's letting on but really doesn't want anyone to start freaking out on her behalf. Specifically Chan. She also really doesn't want any pitying looks from the multitude of senior JYP artists waiting backstage that she has to walk through to get out of the backstage area to somewhere less crowded.

After being checked over by the onsite nurse, she is given a towel to hold to her head and driven to the hospital by her manager. Xiang had refused to let Chan come with her, convincing him he needs to stay and remain level headed for the other boys while their manager is with her.

Luckily, she doesn't have a concussion but she does need three staples. With some careful maneuvering by the doctor, the staples are put in place without any hair removal and she's on her way home three hours later with a bandage around her head.

It's midnight by the time her manager drops her off at the dorm but she's still immediately bombarded by nine worried voices the moment she walks in the door.

"Are you okay?"

"What happened?"

"Are you concussed?"

"Will you still be able to perform?"

"Guys. GUYS!"

Xiang's shout gets them to quiet down.

"I'm fine. I'll be able to perform. I don't have a concussion. But I do have a massive headache and you all shouting isn't helping."

She looks to Chan for help and he gives her an apologetic look, "We're just glad you're home safe."

"Okay, dad," Xiang says with a roll of her eyes. "Well, I'm tired as fuck. I'm going to bed. Gotta go figure out how to sleep with staples in my head."

"You got staples? Can I see?" Felix follows after her, closely followed by Jeongin and Jisung.

"You all are literally children, go away."

"We just want to see them," Jeongin says.

"You will when I take the bandage off in the morning."

"That's so far away, though!" Jisung whines.

"Three seconds ago you thought I was dying now you want me to disobey doctor's orders so you can see a tiny piece of metal lodged in my skull?"

"Exactly!"

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wingsofkpop · 4 years

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Hiraeth - I.IV: Danced of the Damned

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, heavy Angst, slight Fluff, eventual Smut

warning(s): Mature language, mentions of death, hints of traumatic experiences, blood, etc.

word count: 5k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…

chapter directory

You don’t know exactly what you were expecting to find in the archives of the Town Hall. Maybe a couple old files holding the ancestral information of Moon Dye or a couple ancient photographs where the faces are too blurred and rotted to recognize. Even the finding of a mere rusted pocket watch would have crossed your mind—not a thick registry stuffed full of unthinkable truths.

In your defense, you just happened to stumble upon the records in the dank, dusty basement where the town’s archives stay. It was hidden in a secret compartment behind chalky boxes of cold cases that were forgotten a long, long time ago—how else were you to satiate your curiosity? Inside the mess of cobwebs and dust, there sat the information that would both make and break your sanity.

And maybe if Jaebeom hadn’t approached you in that alleyway and confirmed your suspicions… your mind would have been able to come up with some sort of rationalization.

“Look, I wanted to tell you so many times…” You can’t bring yourself to meet Mark’s gaze, finding more interest in swirling the contents of your untouched tea. Through the corner of your eye, however, you can see your companion feverishly shaking his head, “But knowing about me would put you in danger, (Y/N)... I couldn’t do that to you.”

“That wasn’t your choice to make, Mark.”

“I know that, but—fucking hell.” Mark buries his face in his palms, still rocking back and forth, “It shouldn’t be like this… God, I never wanted this—”

“And you think I did?” You hiss, uncaring about the pure venom in your tone. “How the fuck am I supposed to process all of this? That vampires and werewolves and witches and probably goddamn pixies exist? That my best friend has magical powers and talks to the dead?”

“I don’t—” Mark timidly shrugs, “talk to the dead…”

“Well, at least there’s that much.” A heavy sigh passes from your lips, expelling barely any tension from your aching chest. You toy with the handle of your teacup before finally gathering the willpower to meet Mark’s eyes. His irises are wild and filled with all kinds of emotion, you immediately notice. Probably a mere reflection of your own.

As much as you want to stay angry at your best friend—you physically can’t. No matter how many times your head and your heart go back and forth. Mark lied to you. Mark has been lying to you all this time. But something inside of you won’t let your eyes see past the genuine remorse and hurt written along his face.

He’s still your best friend.

Mark sighs, “What do you want me to do, (Y/N)?...”

“I want you to tell me the truth—the whole truth.”

“I can’t do that,—”

“I at least deserve that much, don’t you think?” Mark withers beneath your murmur, dragging a hand down his face with a frustrated breath. After another moment of silence that seems to stretch on for hours, Mark grabs a nearby bottle of bourbon, pours himself a glass and finally nods.

“If I tell you everything, there’s no going back… Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Not really, but I don’t have that choice anymore.” You hum. “I need to know.”

Mark nods again. “Where do you want me to start?”

“At the very beginning.”

The way Mark throws back the alcohol sparks uneasiness in your gut, but not as much as the gloomy darkness that overtakes his gruff tone.

“The main story begins with the first ever vampires that came into existence, known as the Prime Two…” Mark moves to pour himself another drink, but changes his mind and ends up drinking straight from the bottle. You wonder whether you should ask for a sip as well.

“But you know them already… as Im Jaebeom and Park Jinyoung.”

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Youngjae releases a content breath as he steps into the warmth of the bookstore, effectively escaping the post-rain chill of the outside. He shakes the remaining coolness from his hands before heading toward the front counter, where Bambam is stationed flipping through a high-end fashion magazine. Youngjae fights the urge to roll his eyes.

“Bam?”

Bambam looks up at Youngjae’s voice. “Hey, man. What’s going on?”

“I need your help.” Youngjae surveys the area of the store, checking down aisles and around corners for any signs of life. The racing of his heart somewhat slows at the lack of other customers, allowing him to turn back to the cashier and continue, “The coven is in danger. Nayeon-noona is dead.”

“I heard about that. I’m so sorry, hyung.” Bambam nods his head, “What can I do?”

“Are you able to see an account of everyone who steps foot in this town? Visitors included?”

“Yeah, I know some guys who can get whatever information you need. You feel like taking a trip up to the police station?”

Youngjae hums in response, waiting patiently for Bambam to lock up the register. He watches the younger throw on his coat before meeting him behind the counter. With Bambam in tow, Youngjae leaves the comfort of the shop. After Bambam locks the door, the two continue through the cold in the direction of the police station. Youngjae again checks his surroundings, feeling more than just the chill of the air.

“Did you… find what killed her?”

“What?”

Bambam repeats again a little louder. “Nayeon. Do you know what killed her?”

“A hunter and another witch.” Youngjae explains, “We have records of them murdering countless covens before coming to Moon Dye.”

“I may not know everything about this supernatural stuff, but don’t hunters hunt vampires...?”

“We’re not sure why either of them are specifically targeting witches.” Youngjae shudders, pulling his coat tighter around his shoulders. “I just hope we can find them before…”

“Hey.” Bambam halts Youngjae’s pace with a hand on his arm. “We’re gonna find these douchebags and make sure they don’t hurt anyone else.”

Youngjae weakly smiles. “Thanks, Bam.”

“C’mon. I’m freezing my ass off.” Youngjae follows Bambam’s wishes and continues down the street, feeling less and less paranoid knowing the younger is by his side. Instead, Youngjae’s mind thinks back to your sudden entrance only mere minutes ago.

Youngjae wanted to stay at the mausoleum and help Mark deescalate the situation, but the older insisted that he continue the search. He can’t help but remember the betrayal across your features—the way you looked at him and Mark as if they were aliens.

“Why did you give (Y/N) Mayor Bhuwakul’s old diary?” The question escapes Youngjae’s lips before he can stop himself. His inquiry visibly takes Bambam off guard, manifesting in the form of confusion along his features, before shifting to realization.

“Because she deserves to know.”

“But what about Mark-hyung? You know what this will do to him, right? To him and (Y/N)?”

Bambam shakes his head. “I know Mark cares about (Y/N), and (Y/N) cares about Mark.” He peers at Youngjae through the corner of his eye and shrugs, “That’s not gonna change just because she knows the truth, hyung. I doubt that will ever change.”

Youngjae doesn’t respond, keeping his eyes trained on the moving pavements at his feet. He knows Bambam is right, and knows both Mark and (Y/N), but something in his gut doesn’t feel right—like a sense that something is coming.

Something bad… Something really, really bad.

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“So you’re telling me that not only are there vampires almost a thousand years old running around without a care in the world, but you’re also the leader of the town witch coven who protects Moon Dye from supernatural threats?” Mark nods at your recount, holding back a smile at the cute furrow in your eyebrows. “You realize how absolutely unreal that sounds? Right?”

“You said you wanted the truth.”

“I’m only slightly regretting that decision now.” You sigh, smoothing a hand over your scalp. Mark notices a stray hair fall across your forehead at your movement. He’s not sure whether it’s the light buzz radiating throughout his veins or the way your eyes seem to glitter in the sunlight, but his mind has to warn his hands to remain glued to the table. Still, Mark can’t help but feel disappointed as you brush the strand away.

You shrug your shoulders, “How… How do you do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…” Mark carefully watches your expression, noticing the slight tremor in your tone as you trail on. “How do you… do magic…?”

“Well, there’s a bunch of ways.” He explains, “Spells. Potions. Channeling objects. Control of the elements. Some witches can even see events from the past, present or future.”

“So you don’t wave around wands and ride on broomsticks?”

The first genuine laugh leaves Mark’s lips for the first time tonight. “No. Though Youngjae did try to enchant his car to fly one time.”

“Where does it come from? The magic?”

“It’s dependent on the witch, and the type of craft they practice.”

Not desiring to scare you off, Mark chooses to show a more modest example. He focuses his attention onto your cup, still full of now cold tea, and murmurs a quick incantation beneath his breath. Your entire body flinches as the glass lifts at least six inches off the table, enough to hover at the level of your eyes. After a couple seconds, Mark lowers the cup back into its original place. When he meets your gaze, he expects to see fear embedded beneath your irises, but it’s the opposite:

You seem fascinated.

“I usually practice Traditional Magic, so I use the Earth and other natural elements to amplify my magic.” Mark says, “Most witches are born with their own powers, but that’s not always the case.

“Youngjae—take him as an example—is a Siphoner. In order to generate magic, he has to absorb it from other things, be it objects or people.”

“So he… siphons magic?”

Mark smiles. “Exactly. You’re catching on pretty quick.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” You shake your head, curiously peering down at the stationary teacup before returning your attention back to Mark. “When I read through that book in the archives, I saw something about Lycanthropes… Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Werewolves.” He states matter of factly.

“They exist too then?”

“You remember Kim Yugyeom? Bambam’s best friend?”

You nod.

Mark nods too. “He’s the second in command of Moon Dye’s pack. I don’t think you’ve met the new Alpha, Bang Chan.”

“I’ve heard the name from some of my kids.” Mark can practically feel the exhaustion from your sigh. He debates the idea of reaching across the table to take your hand in his—the loneliness of your fingers spurring him on even more. Before Mark can make up his mind, you’re already withdrawing your limbs and hiding them in the comforts of your lap.

“I just—I’m just having a hard time processing all of this.”

Mark shakes his head, “It’s a lot to take in, (Y/N).”

“I know, but—” You pause to lift your head, furrowing your eyebrows in his direction with the beginnings of a scowl overtaking your lips. “I’m still pissed that you kept this whole other world a secret from me. I mean, for fucksakes, Mark, you’re my best friend.”

“I’m—I was protecting you. Knowing this stuff exists doesn’t come without consequence, (Y/N).”

“Stop saying that, oh my god—” Mark waits as you bury your face in your palms, deeply breathing through the divots of your laced fingers. After maybe a minute of silence, you raise your head and murmur, “What is it about me knowing that puts me in danger? I was nearly killed by that vampire without knowing shit.”

A wince overtakes Mark’s features. “It’s complicated…”

“I’m so sick of everyone using that excuse.” You hiss, “You don’t keep something like this from me, especially the fact that you’re—”

“Do you know how Nayeon died?” Mark can see how his sudden question takes you off guard by the widening of your eyes and pursing of your lips. You take a few moments to collect yourself, right your expression, before answering:

“She was… killed by an animal.”

Mark shakes his head again. “No. Nayeon was murdered by a supernatural vampire hunter and another witch.”

You blink. “B-But… was she a—?”

“She was a witch—an innocent witch that never provoked, nor hurt anyone.” Mark leans forward until the edge of the table presses harshly against his ribs. The uncomfort does little to garner his attention—too focused on speaking to you with his desperate eyes. “This world—my world is dark, (Y/N). The creatures in my world are even darker, including me.”

He pretends not to catch the brief wave of unease that washes over your face.

“Right now, there are two fucking crazies in town out to kill me and my people.” Mark gulps at the stone long formed at the back of his throat. “If I lose anyone else, I—” Unable to finish his sentence, Mark shifts his focus. “I just need you to understand, (Y/N). Please.”

“Mark—” Tremors shoot through his veins as your fingers latch around his wrist—the warmth of your touch sobering the last remnants of his mind. He has to hold back tears at the pure sympathy that resonates from your bright irises. “I understand, okay?”

He nods, not trusting the quality of his voice.

You softly squeeze his arm. “No more secrets though… Promise me.”

“(Y/N)—”

“Promise me.”

Mark knows he shouldn’t, but the way you’re looking at him—so calm, yet so determined—the way you always look at him… He can’t do anything but give in.

“I promise.” He murmurs, placing a hand over your own with a weak smile. “No more secrets.”

You nod approvingly, offering up a smile of your own. Your lips part again, as if to ask another question, when a knock sounds from the door. Mark almost verbally protests when you pull away, but holds back his annoyance to answer the unexpected visitor with a silent sigh. However, he can’t hold back his scowl at the sight of Jinyoung on his doorstep.

“Mark. It’s good to see you.”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I apologize for my sudden visit, but I needed to talk to you about—” Jinyoung’s voice trails off, which Mark quickly realizes is because of your known presence. He watches, with narrowed eyes, as you and Jinyoung exchange an array of glances before he turns back to Mark.

He shakes his head. “I didn’t realize you had company. I’ll come back—”

“She knows.” An uneasy feeling erupts in Mark’s gut at the weak expression that crosses over Jinyoung’s face. He doesn’t like how Jinyoung looks at you again, nor the blank stare you offer the vampire in response.

Jinyoung nods. “I see…”

“What did you—?” Mark’s phone rings before he can finish his question, temporarily relieving him from the atmosphere of awkwardness and irritation. He steps aside to allow Jinyoung the space to enter while pulling his phone from his pocket. His eyes remain fixated on the interaction between both you and Jinyoung as he answers the call, lifting the device up to his ear.

“Please tell me you and Bam found something.”

“It’s not much, but we at least found a lead.” Mark breathes a sigh of relief at Youngjae’s answer. As to include both you and Jinyoung into the conversation, he turns Youngjae on speaker phone, avoiding the curious glint in your gaze.

“There’s no record in the police database of any suspicious visitors entering town within the last few months, so we’re sure they probably got into Moon Dye undetected, or at least not on city file.”

“How does that help us?”

“You need to let me finish, hyung.” Mark can practically hear Youngjae roll his eyes over the line. “We may not have records, but some of Bam’s friends were able to look into the cameras stationed around the border of the road that leads into town. They caught footage of a bus dropping off two young women, who were then picked up by a 2018 BMW M6. We tried to track the license plate number, but the registration is private.”

Jinyoung murmurs with a nod, “So someone who lives here in town brought them in. It’s possible we may be dealing with more than just a hunter and a witch.”

“I don’t think so.” Youngjae disagrees, “The tracking spell would have picked up on every accomplice involved in Nayeon-noona’s murder.”

Mark feels sick at the slight grimace that pulls across your features. He knows you're playing strong by the way you quickly mask your discomfort.

“Anyway, we were only able to track the vehicle as far as Poison Square. But we do have the faces of the two young women that got off of the bus.”

“That’s something then.” Mark sighs, sharing a wary glance with Jinyoung. “What do they look like?”

“Both are probably somewhere in their early- to mid-twenties, have dyed blonde hair and are relatively around the same height.”

Jinyoung shakes his head. “That could be anyone. Can you be more specific?”

“The one woman has three distinguishing beauty marks: One on the bridge of her nose, another above her upper lips, and a third near the corner of her mouth.”

“Shouldn’t the hunter have something on them? Like a mark?”

“We wouldn’t be able to see the hunter’s mark.” Jinyoung shuts down Mark’s inquiry with a frown, “It’s only visible to other hun—”

“This mark… Is it a tattoo, by any chance?...” Mark nearly flinches at your sudden question—Jinyoung almost doing the same. The latter resurrects from the surprise before releasing a hesitant answer:

“Well, I’ve never seen it myself, but… yes.”

“Oh my fucking god…” The pure shock that overtakes your face sends warning bells chiming through Mark’s mind. He sets the phone on the table before dropping to his knees in front of your sitting form, immediately noticing the trembling of your hands. Worst case scenarios play through his thoughts like creepy puppet shows, but he pushes them away to focus on you.

“What is it?”

When you meet his gaze, your eyes are wild with a blend of shock and fright. Mark feels even sicker than before, and not because of the alcohol.

You gulp. Not once. But twice.

“I… I know who Nayeon’s killers are.”

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“Please, just let me go…” Jihyo sobs, hot tears beginning to spill down her burning cheeks. The rope around her wrists chafes uncomfortably at her skin, eating away at what little dignity remains in her heart. “I really don’t understand what you want from me…”

Momo releases a huff—the sight and sound mirroring a dragon blowing smoke through his nostrils. Jihyo watches through terrified eyes as Momo paces across the living room floor, feverishly shaking her head and mumbling incoherencies underneath her breath. The fear continues to grow when Momo stomps to where Jihyo is frozen stiff on the sofa.

“How many fucking times do I have to repeat myself?” Momo growls, shoving her tattooed arm in Jihyo’s face. “You see this mark, then you’re a hunter. It’s not rocket science.”

Jihyo weakly shakes her head. “You’re sick, Momo… Th-This whole thing about vampires and witches and hunters doesn’t exist…”

It’s a lie—Jihyo knows in her heart that a part of her, a very stupid part of her, believes every little detail that has left Momo’s lips. Some of it makes too much sense not to be true: The sudden animal attacks. The mysterious disappearances. The unexplained instances she’s had ever since she moved to Moon Dye Bay.

“I told you that—”

Momo’s voice cuts out at the sound of a slamming door. For a moment, hope swirls through Jihyo’s gut, thinking that either Sana or (Y/N) must have come to her rescue, but the burst vanishes at the sight of Mina stepping into view—Jihyo’s fear instead skyrockets.

Momo said she’s a witch.

“What is going on here?” Mina demands, her tone stern and expression cold. Momo only smiles in response.

“Sister!” She skips over to the newcomer, delicately taking Mina’s hands into her own. The act actually surprises Jihyo, not expecting the supposed, rather sadistic hunter to be capable of such affection. “Jihyo can see my mark! She’s a hunter just like me, sister!”

Mina immediately tears her hands away, glaring at her sister with such bewilderment and venom. “Are you out of your damn mind!?”

“Wh-What do you mean?”

“Jihyo cannot be involved in any of this!” Goosebumps rise over Jihyo’s skin at the hidden darkness beneath Mina’s words. Her eyes glance toward the hallway, wondering the success rate of being able to reach the front door without alerting either sister. “Do you not remember what happened last time you tried to train another hunter?”

“Things will be different this time. I am stronger now—we are stronger.” “You don’t know that for sure.”

“Think of how easy it will be to take out the rest of Tuan’s coven with another hunter on our side, sister.” Momo persists, striking more panic through Jihyo’s already stocked body. Against her better judgement, Jihyo tries to escape her rope bindings… and unsurprisingly, fails.

Mina shakes her head furiously. “Tuan and his witches have sided with one of The Prime brothers. We can’t risk killing another member without putting our own lives in danger—”

“All the more reason to take on another hunter.” Jihyo shrinks in on herself as Momo grabs Mina’s hand and leads her to her prisoner on the couch. “Please, sister. Think about what those witches did to us—about mother and father.”

Silence, save for the hum of rushing blood in Jihyo’s ears, hangs in the air, thick like a pool of humid fog. Like Momo, Jihyo carefully watches Mina’s expression, searching for any features that may determine the underlyings of her fate.

“So many lives we’ve already taken for mother and father.” Mina pulls her hand free from Momo’s and shakes her head. The rope seems to dig harder into her wrists—as does the terror in her chest when Mina murmurs her next words:

“When will it ever be enough for you, sister?…” Jihyo’s gaze remains transfixed on Mina as she makes her way back through the kitchen, pausing to offer the bound woman an apologetic glance. “I’m so sorry you were brought into this… but I’m even more sorry that you’ll have to die because of it…”

Whatever remaining hope inside Jihyo snaps as Mina throws her one last pitiful smile before rushing out the apartment—leaving Jihyo to the mercy of her deranged sister.

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Jinyoung closely watches how your fingers seem to cling to Mark’s hands as you think over your words, almost as if his mere touch is enough to keep your mind grounded. And though he’d never admit it aloud… Jinyoung feels envy that Mark is the one who’s comforting you.

“Mina and Momo are friends of Sana from when they were in high school.” You explain, peering between both Mark and Jinyoung’s curious expressions. Though Jinyoung notices how your gaze seems to avoid his seeking eyes. “I don’t know anything about them beside the fact they’re foster sisters, and they had a pretty shitty time in the system.”

“Then how are you so sure it’s them?” Youngjae inquires, still over the phone. “And how did you know about the hunter’s mark?”

You pause, and based on your expression, Jinyoung would guess you’re almost reluctant to answer his questions. He moves to soothe your uneasiness, but Mark beats him to it:

“We have to know, (Y/N)... It’s important.”

Jinyoung’s jealousy expands at the intimate glance you and Mark share.

After another moment of quiet and a heavy sigh, you finally speak, “The other day, I heard Jihyo comment on a tattoo that Momo had—but there was no tattoo. Neither Sana nor I saw one, so I just thought Jihyo was imagining things until…”

“Until now.” Jinyoung finishes. He inhales an unsteady gust of air, carding his fingers through his styled hair, and shakes his head with a solemn expression, “(Y/N)... For Jihyo to be able to see Momo’s hunter mark would mean she’s a—”

“We have to warn the others.” Mark interrupts Jinyoung, suddenly rising to his feet. “Youngjae, give a call to Lia, Jisung and Minho and tell them to get their asses over here as soon as possible.”

“Already done, hyung. I couldn’t reach Minho, but I left several voicemails and dozens of texts.”

“I’ll start on that linking spell we talked about. This ends tonight.” Mark lifts his phone from the tabletop, readying his thumb to tap the end call button. “Get here safe, okay?”

Youngjae hums. “Fifteen minutes. Maybe ten.”

“See you soon, Youngjae.” No sooner had Mark ended the call does your voice sound:

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? ‘This ends tonight’?”

Mark shakes his head. “(Y/N)—”

“No. I want to know what that means.” You abruptly rise, sending your chair sliding across the wood floor with a shriek. Jinyoung waits for Mark to come up with an answer, secretly enjoying the obvious discomfort amongst his features, before answering himself after maybe a minute of radio silence:

Jinyoung places a hand on your shoulder. “It means we do what we have to do to keep everyone safe. Including you and the town.”

“But you won’t… kill them? Right? I mean, there’s-there’s other ways that don’t have to end with anyone dead, right…?”

“I don’t know.” Jinyoung murmurs honestly, “If they’re willing to talk, then maybe. But if it comes down to it—”

“Please, don’t…” His heart practically breaks at the shakiness of your tone. “Just—do anything you have to, but don’t kill them…”

Mark raises an eyebrow with a scowl, “They’ve killed dozens of innocent people, (Y/N). If anything, they deserve to die.”

“Maybe…” You shake your head. “But killing them would make you no better than them.”

Jinyoung feels as if you just punched him in the gut with your words. He has to let go of your shoulder to reach back and support his weight against the table, suddenly dizzy and light-headed.

“We’ll…” Mark sighs, “We’ll try our best, okay?”

You nod before wiping your palms against the side of your jeans.

As you and Mark engage in another round of small talk, Jinyoung tries to settle the nauseous feeling in his gut and focus on anything other than the fragrant waft of your scent. He knows he would never hurt you—his self control is too grand to allow anything like that—but the lack of human blood is beginning to affect him again. For the worse.

Usually Jinyoung is able to hold his own with only a couple droplets of animal blood every few days or so. However, his strength and other abilities have long depleted since he began this strict diet, and while he may not be anywhere near desiccation—Jinyoung is certainly hungry. And weak. Very, very weak.

He just hopes he will be able to withstand the upcoming battle.

“But I want to help!”

“And the answer is no fucking way. Absolutely not.” Jinyoung returns to reality just in time to see Mark shake his head indignantly toward your seething figure. Since then, he notices the two of you have moved to a nearby lectern, where Mark is currently flipping through a large grimoire.

“I can help, I mean—Mina and Momo know me and I swear I can—”

“It’s not fucking happening.” Mark growls, slamming the book shut and leering down at you with a sneer. Jinyoung catches how your face doesn’t falter in the slightest at his angered expression.

With a single finger, you poke Mark’s chest. “I’m not just going to sit back and watch while you and your damn wizard gang go and play hocus pocus with a pair of killers.”

“It’s too dangerous—!”

“Do I look like I fucking care!? Didn’t think so!”

Jinyoung steps in, making sure to keep his tone calm so as to not infuriate you anymore. “Mark is right, (Y/N). I’m sorry—but you’d only be a liability for us to keep track of.”

Your expression hardens. “A liability—? Are you serious?”

Mark doesn’t spare a second glance in your direction and instead turns to Jinyoung. He points toward the countertop behind the vampire, “Can you grab the bowl that’s there? The one from yesterday’s ritual?”

“So that’s it then?” Jinyoung grabs the silver bowl filled with dried blood and the charm bracelet as you continue to rant, and hands it to Mark. The witch immediately dips two fingers into the crimson liquid, closes his eyes and begins to murmur a hushed incantation.

You shove at his shoulder. “Mark? Are you kidding me?”

“(Y/N), please—” Jinyoung steers you away from the witch, forcing himself to keep strong underneath your icy stare. “It’s for your own good…”

With a clenched jaw and sparkling eyes, you shake your head. For a moment, Jinyoung hopes you’ll simply turn on your heel and leave the tense atmosphere of the mausoleum, but as always—you surprise him.

“You know, I let your and Mark’s lying about everything slide because I wanted to move past it—for a fresh start.” You lean closer until Jinyoung can practically taste your minty breath on the tip of his tongue. “But you two are still treating me like some sort of princess that needs to be protected.

“And you know what, Jinyoung?” Your hiss strikes something deep inside Jinyoung’s soul—something even he can’t place. “I’m no princess. And I don’t need to be protected. You’ll do best to get that shit through your head.”

Neither Jinyoung nor Mark try to stop you as you stomp out the door.

Jinyoung bites his lip before turning to Mark. “Are we… doing the right thing?”

“I don’t know.” Mark replies, and for once, Jinyoung can relate to the lost tinge in his tone.

“I really don’t fucking know.”

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realkingjjofwonderland · 4 years

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tiny fractures | jeon jungkook

pairing: jeon jungkook x childhood friend male!reader

word count: 1485

description: jungkook and (M/n) have known each other since birth, both even growing to have the same dream. But due to busy schedules, things fall apart.

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a/n: the title is because i got the idea for this while listening to fractures by illenium, also sorry if this one isn’t the best, i’m still getting back into the swing of writing these and for some reason inspiration doesn’t hit me until 1 am ??? anywho, there will probably be a part two of this up either this week or next week so check in for that if you want to ^^

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“So, I got a second audition…”

(M/n) and Jungkook had been playing Super Smash Bros Brawl when Jungkook had said that. The news had shocked (M/n) so much that he ended up falling off the edge of the map. “That’s a good thing, right?” (M/n) questioned, glancing toward his friend who didn’t seem as excited as one would normally be.

“Yeah… well, it was until I realized if I do make it then we won’t be able to hang out like this anymore.” Jungkook sighed out, looking at (M/n) as the later paused the game. “I wish you could come with me.”

“Hey, just because you made it through and I didn’t doesn’t mean we won’t ever meet up in Seoul.” (M/n) gave Jungkook a bright smile as he shoved him lightly. “Don’t count me out yet, rockstar!”

“I thought we agreed to stop calling me that?” Jungkook groaned out, slouching against (M/n)’s bed.

“You may have agreed, but I signed nothing.” (M/n) smirked as he scooted closer to his friend, resting a head on his shoulder. “Look, when you make it through-”

“If.” Jungkook corrected, earning a stern look from (M/n).

“When you make it in, you’ll be one more step closer toward your dream. Do not hold yourself back just because of me.” (M/n) turned his gaze to Jungkook’s hand, noticing he was fidgeting with his fingers. “I plan on trying out at SM’s and JYP’s auditions that are coming up, so who knows, maybe I’ll be on my way soon as well. But, even if it doesn’t work out for me, do you really think I won’t make the trip to come see you whenever you have the time?”

“Promise?” Jungkook mumbled, turning his head to look at (M/n) as he held up his pinky finger. (M/n) didn’t even hesitate to wrap his pinky around Jungkook’s, giving him the brightest smile he could muster.

“Promise.”

When Jungkook had given (M/n) the call and told him he passed his second audition and was going to have the third one be very soon, (M/n) really wished he could have been more excited. While he was truly happy for his friend, the looming factor that (M/n) didn’t get to give Jungkook a proper goodbye hung over him heavily.

What if he doesn’t come home before moving into a dorm?

What if he isn’t able to see him again for months, or even years?

What if Jungkook forgets about (M/n)?

The last thought made (M/n) physically cringe, mumbling a ‘Stop that.’ to himself. He knew Jungkook, he knew that he would never let something like that happen. They’d known each other since birth, their parents were best friends, so there was no way their friendship would be destroyed by something as silly as distance or time.

Right?

The day BTS debuted, (M/n) was laying on the floor of the JYP practice room, struggling to catch his breath. He heard a few people mention a new boy group and so (M/n) decided to look them up, not expecting to see his old best friend almost right off the bat. It had been what felt like ages since the two last spoke, even if it had only been barely a year since their last conversation. It was still ironic to (M/n) that they were in the same city, yet the last time he had seen Jungkook in person was the day Jungkook left Busan. (M/n) became a trainee a few months after Jungkook, and after that they both barely had the time to talk. He tried to be understanding, especially since his own schedule was jam packed, but it still hurt to lose such a close friend. Especially when (M/n)’s mother would constantly ask if the two had met up and started talking again.

“Yo, (L/n)! Wanna grab some food with us?”

(M/n) looked up to see a few of his friends standing at the door, all with varying looks of concern on their faces as they looked at him. “Yeah, let me just grab my stuff!” (M/n) forced a smile onto his face, not wanting to worry any one, before standing up. After grabbing his things and making his way toward the elevator as his friends resumed whatever conversation they were having before, (M/n) found himself pulling his phone out to look at the video again.

“Oh, is that the group that just debuted today?” BamBam asked as he looked over (M/n)’s shoulder, an excited smile on his face. “Hopefully we can debut soon too.”

“You kidding me, Bam?” Chan snorted as he turned around, walking backwards. “I’ll be surprised if you guys aren’t in a group by next year.”

“You’ll debut soon too, Chan.” (M/n) grinned softly, watching as Bam draped an arm around Chan’s shoulder. “Maybe you and I will end up in a group together since Bam’s in that group with Mark, Jackson, and Gyeom.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Chan let out a weak laugh at that, but (M/n) made sure to get a smile out of him by poking his cheeks.

Even if (M/n) still felt hurt by the loss of his and Jungkook’s friendship, he was glad he at least had those two by his side.

“Will you just calm down already?” One of (M/n)’s members sighed as he paced around the room. “You do know the likelihood of you being anywhere near him is extremely low? We’re a baby group compared to them.”

“Hey, Chunsoo?” (M/n) stopped his pacing to look at him, waving his hands a bit. “Not helping.”

“I’m being serious, dude. You’re overreacting.” Chunsoo huffed as another member, Taehwan, stood up to grab (M/n)’s arm.

“We should still be able to roam the hall for a bit, let’s go for a walk. Maybe it’ll help your nerves?” Taehwan offered, smiling softly when (M/n) nodded. “We can even stop by GOT7’s room and say hi.”

“That sounds good.” (M/n) sighed out as he let Taehwan lead him out the door.

Almost immediately after they left the room, (M/n) found himself running into someone else by accident. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” (M/n) squeaked out, jumping back to make sure the other person was okay. He nearly screamed out loud when he saw just who it was.

“It’s alright, I should’ve been paying better-” Jungkook seemed to choke on his words when he actually looked at (M/n)’s face, eyes growing wide. “(M/n)? You’re… I didn’t know…”

“Oh, yeah…” (M/n) chuckled nervously as he noticed Taehwan backing up into the room with wide eyes, sending him a pleading look that (M/n) knew was futile. “We debuted a year ago.”

“No I meant- I didn’t know you guys were going to be here.” Jungkook breathed out, a sheepish smile slipping onto his face. “I uh, I actually saw your debut the day it came out…”

“Wait- really?” (M/n) was genuinely surprised to hear that, feeling a bit bad for thinking Jungkook would forget about him. “What did you think…?”

“It was really good. I’m… I’m sorry I never reached out...to uh- to tell you sooner.” They both were well aware what Jungkook actually meant, (M/n) even going as far as to grab Jungkook’s hand when he noticed he was playing with his fingers.

“Don’t apologize, you’re not the only one with access to a phone.” (M/n) mumbled, eyes locked onto their hands. “I should have reached out when you debuted, rockstar.”

“Oh god please don’t start calling me that.” Jungkook laughed, ducking his head down to catch (M/n)’s eyes. “I’m glad we bumped into each other, do you have a line account?”

“Oh, yeah I do-” (M/n) had to blink a few times as his brain short circuited slightly from Jungkook’s face being so close. He quickly pulled out his phone, unlocking it and handing it to Jungkook. When it was handed back to him, he saw Jungkook had sent himself a message.

“Let’s go out to eat some time to celebrate our debuts, on me.” Without giving (M/n) time to even agree, Jungkook was being escorted back to his room by one of the security guards that (M/n) hadn’t even noticed before.

As (M/n) entered his group’s room, they all swarmed him asking various questions about what happened and whether or not they were friends again, but (M/n) was still stuck on the fact that Jungkook still cared enough about him to pay attention to when he debuted. He still checked up on him. He still cared.

And just like that, (M/n) was beyond stoked for the evening his group had ahead of them.

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yugfics · 4 years

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Poison & Wine bambam (angst)

/I don’t love you, but I always will/

His eyes shot daggers and his grip was steel.

His demeanour could change almost instantaneously, and though you knew better than to incur his wrath, this time you'd let it slip. Now you were paying the price. Your heart began to race as he pinned you against the wall, but you kept your gaze firm on his, unwavering.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"Dinner with my friends," you replied, trying to pull your arm away from the wall where he'd held it, but failing against his strength.

"Baby, you're not going anywhere looking like that," he told you, the quietness of his voice contradicting the aggression lacing his words.

"But-"

"You either change or you're not going. Okay? Okay," he said, stepping away from you so you could find something else to wear. "Why do you need to show so much skin, anyway?"

You didn't reply, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walked past your boyfriend and returned to your shared bedroom. Tears stung your eyes, but you refused to let them escape, drawing in a shaky breath instead before looking through your closet.

Your relationship was broken. It was mostly Bambam hurting you, and you enduring the pain. But you did it because you knew he didn't mean to. You knew that the real him, the Bambam you fell in love with, was still there. And though you now had many reasons to leave, you couldn't.

He'd picked up your pieces when you'd felt your lowest, and reassembled them when no-one else could. He was special to you, and the memories the both of you had created together made him something you couldn't bear to let go of. He was like a part of you, and leaving him would prove to be more intolerable than staying.

You picked out something different to wear.

*** There was no "Bye," or "I love you," when you left.

Bambam couldn't remember the last time he'd told you he'd loved you. He couldn't remember when you stopped saying those words to each other, and he couldn't remember when you relationship started deteriorating in front of his eyes.

Why stay? he asked himself. If everything's lost its meaning? Why don't I just leave and find someone else to love?

Because nobody will ever mean what you mean to me. But, maybe, it was also because he was afraid. You were the only person who hadn't left when he needed someone the most, the only person who loved him for who he was, and the only person he wasn't afraid to fall for, because he knew you'd be there to catch him.

So he didn't want to let go of you. He didn't want to leave. Even when there was barely any love left.

Thoughts beginning to suffocate him, he picked up his phone and keys, deciding to go to Yugyeom's place for a while.

*** It was midnight and your boyfriend wasn't home yet.

This didn't particularly bother you, sometimes he wouldn't return until the next evening. You changed and got into bed, but the silence was so irritatingly loud that you found it difficult to fall asleep.

You weren't sure how much time had passed before you heard the front door unlock and Bambam's footsteps increase in volume as he neared the bedroom. Your back was to him, so you couldn't see, but you heard him hesitate, probably contemplating whether or not to turn on the lights.

He opted against it, changing in the dark before getting into bed next to you. You both lay in silence for what seemed like an eternity before you felt him place his arm around your waist in what was almost a backhug.

You turned to face him.

Worried he may have upset you, he began to remove his hand but you stopped him, pulling it back around you. You looked into his eyes as they looked into yours, and you noticed a vulnerability that you rarely got to see.

Leaning towards him, you gave him a small kiss before sitting up. He sat up next to you and returned it, his hand hesitantly finding its way back to your waist. You didn't object and he pulled you towards him, onto his lap.

He stopped, looking at you again. "Are you uncomfortable?" he asked, warily.

"No," Almost a whisper.

"Okay," he replied, before bringing his lips back to yours.

*the next day* You were about to leave the house for lunch with your friends when Bambam called your name. Turning around, you looked at him, freezing as you saw the expression on his face.

He was holding your phone.

"B-"

"Who the fuck is Jackson?"

You walked towards him, trying to take your phone from him. "He's my friend,"

Bambam grabbed your wrist and you winced. "That you're going to lunch with?"

"I... He's not..." you struggled to find the words as you attempted to force your hand out of his. Jackson really was just your friend, and you were going to lunch with him and a few others that afternoon. You knew Bambam wouldn't see it that way, though.

"You're cheating on me, aren't you?" he asked, pushing you onto the wall.

"I wouldn't-"

"You would!" he shouted, slamming his fist fiercely against the wall beside your head. You let out a small scream.

"Bam, pleas-"

"You fucking-" he began, lifting his fist again to punch the wall, but you screamed louder this time and he paused halfway. You let out a sob, sinking to the ground, and he stepped away from you. Silence engulfed the both of you and he walked away, taking something from his room before going out the front door and slamming it behind him.

*** He was angry at himself. He didn't know why he couldn't control himself around you, and your scream echoed in his mind. I would never hurt her. I wouldn't. Tears began to fill his eyes and he blinked them away. All he did was hurt you. All he ever did was hurt you. Why didn't you just leave him? He didn't deserve you. He never did.

Unable to bear returning to the house, he decided to go to Yugyeom's again.

*** He didn't return the next day. Or the day after that. He'd never left for so long, but there wasn't anything you could do. You couldn't find it in yourself to send him a text, still hurt by everything. Maybe you'd both reached the breaking point. Maybe nothing would ever be the same.

He came home on the third night.

You were on the bed but hadn't fallen asleep yet, and it startled you when the front door opened and the familiar sound of Bambam's footsteps broke the silence. You didn't move, though, your back facing the bedroom door, and you felt the bed dip as your boyfriend laid next to you.

Neither of you spoke, and his presence brought you near tears. Everything's so meaningless now.

He put his arm around your waist, and you both stayed like that for a few moments before he noticed your shoulders begin to shake. He knew you were crying, and he knew it was because of him, but he had no idea how to comfort you. All he did was make things worse.

He pulled you closer, held you tighter as you cried into the silence.

Your relationship was detrimental for the both of you, but neither of you was going to leave until there was nothing left.

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the-cake-lair · 5 years

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Paint me in beauty

Requested by anon

Jinyoungxreader

Jinyoung has been watching the reader‘s cooking show for a while now and he’s wanted to fuck her from day one. One day they bump into each other at a grocerie store

If Jinyoung had ever had to describe the most erotic thing in the world it wouldn’t have been cooking show. But it wasn’t really the cooking show, more the cook so it didn’t really count, right? Not that anybody had ever asked him for a description and he was more than thankful that he’d been spared the emberrassament of the explanation so far.

He was sitting down on his couch, already annoyed at himself because he knew how this was going to go. It was the same every time she posted a video. He clicked on the newest thumbnail and settled back against the cushions, his tablet in his lap. He watched the short intro, even though he knew it by heart, before the camera focused on your smiling face. Your cheeks were colored the lightest shade of pink and you were scrunching up your nose before waving at the camera. “Heya y’all! Um… so today is going to be a bit different? For a little backround story: thoe who have been following me for a while know that I’m close friends with BamBam from Boss_Bammie and we celebrateed his birthday a couple days ago. So what happened is that our some of the other guys were arm wrestling and BamBam and I made a bet on who’d win. If BamBam lost I would have gotten to pick an outfit for him and he’d have had to wear it for a day and record himself. But obviously I lost the bet so BamBam got to pick out today’s dich and…“ At this point you trailed off and threw your head back to sigh in mortification. “And his pick was a very… yeah interesting version of the hawaiian chicken. Imma show you a picture.“

You grabbed your phoone from the counter next to you and held it close to the camera. “As you can see it looks um… it looks…“ Someone off camera shouted ‘like a vagina‘, followed by what could only be described as an evil cackle. The scene cut to the table that stood in the dining area next to the kitchen to show the silver haired boy, BamBam, who was responsible for your misery, still laughing. When the camera cut back to you you were glaring at him. The flush on your cheeks had darkened signifficantly. “Yeah thank you, BamBam! So we’re gonna just-“ You sighed and glared at your friend one more time. “Start I guess.“

It wasn’t long before Jinyoung had a hand down his pants and the tablet on the couch next to him rather than his lap. He loved watching your fingers while you worked and the focused look on your face on any day, but how blushy you were, how your voice would break every so often while explaining the steps did it for him that day. And then you managed to knock over the flour you had set aside before in your awkward nervousness, prompting you to gasp out a rather loud ‘shit!‘ he was done for.

His hips were bucking into the tight hold he had on his cock, the material of his sweatpants rubbing against his nuckles uncomfortably but he ignored it, his hand moving faster and faster while he replayed you cursing in his mind over and over again, until somethig in his stomach snapped, his dick twitched and the cum dripping down his head lessened the rough drag of the fabric against his skin. He was breathing hard and when he focused back on the screen he saw you threatening playfully BamBam with one of your knives. He paused the video and pushed the tablet aside, allowing himself another moment to breath before doing the laundry.

It was about two weeks after the hawaiian chicken video had come out when Jinyoung actually ran into you, and at the little university grocery store no less. He was just entering the aisle to get some instant ramen when he saw you standing there, trying to decide between two different flavors. He stopped dead in his tracks, just staring at you in surprise. How had he never realized that you attended the same university as him?

After a moment you seemed to decide on which noodles you’d buy and you turned around to headd to the register when you spotted Jinyoung. Your whole face lit up with a smile as you approached him. “Hi! You’re Jinyoung, right? You’re the one who organised the photo exhibition last semester! It was great, I loved it! The pictures were amazing! I’m-“ “I know who you are.“ Jinyoung interrupted you beffore he realized how strange that must sound. He rubbed his neck awkwardly. “I um… I’ve been following your channell for a while now. I like how you explain stuff, even I can understand it and I’ve managed to burn soup before.“ You both chuckled and then an awkward silence settled over you.

“Thanks, by the way.“ At your questioning look Jinyoung hurried to explain. “You said you loved the pictures at the exhibition. Mot of them were taken by my best friend Jaebum and me so, thank you for the compliment. “Oh! I didn’t know that. You’re welcome then.“ You smiled and blushed lightly. “Okay then. I’ll head home now. It was nice meeting you.“

Jinyoung quickly treid to think of something, anything to keep you arround a bit longer. “I’ve been working on a new exhibition. You wanna take a look and give me some feedback on it?“ You turned back to him, obviously surprised by his offer. “Yeah I’d love to.“

The two of you headed back to the dorms. Jinyoung’s was only about two buildings away from yours so you stopped by your room so you could drop off your groceries, before you went to Jinyoung’s. You were surprised by how tidy it was. All the other college boys you had met so far had been rather messy. Safe for the table that was covered in pictures everything was clean and neat. You went over to the table, picking up different pictures to look at them. All of them showed men and women of various ethicities and body types in nthing but their underrwear. There were flowers painted onto their bodies.

“The topic is Body positivity. The flowers are painted onto the parts of their body they feel insecure about.“ Jinyoung eexplained from behind you. You turned around to look at him and smiled at how nervous he seemed. “That’s lovely. I wish there was picture that beautiful of me.“ “I mean we still need a few more photos for the exhibition. I could take one of you, if you want to.“ He offered. You nodded shily. “Okay. Take off your clothes and I’ll get the bodypaint.“ You nodded and began to unbutton your blouse. You folded it neatly, as well as your pants. Your socks you just threw on top of the pile. “I’m sorry it took a while. The blue was burried under Jaebum’s cat, Nora. She wouldn’t move.“ Jinyoung rolled his eyes before he looked at you. He took a deep breath before he set the paint down. You cleared your throat, very aware of how he had looked at you. “So I was thinking about having the flowers on my thighs?“ Jinyoung nodded, not trusting himself to not say something weird, and picked up the paint. He kneeled down in front of you and began to cover your thighs in color. He put a lot of effort into the flowers, layering the colors and making them as vibrant as possible.

The strokes of the brush on your skin tickled you, but at the same time they were strangely pleasant, feeling a lot like feathers caressing you. You were chewing your lower lip, focusing on not rubbing your thighs together so you wouldn’t destroy the painting. Finally Jinyoung leaned back again to take a last look. “Okay I’m done. How about you try sitting on the windowsill?“ You nodded and settled onto the sill. Jinyoung looked at you, telling you to move this or that way, taking picture after picture. It was one of you with your legs apart, your elbows on your knees and your head resting on your hands. The light made your hair shimmer and your skin glow. “I think we’ve got it. Here take a look.“ It was only when he held up the camera that he noticed that he was standing between your legs, basically trapping you between his body and the window.

You hadn’t come to that realization yet, still busy gaping at the picture of you. You had never thought of yourself as gorgeous but it was the first word that came to your mind upon looking at the photo. “Wow!“ you breathed out before looking up at Jinyoung. He was staring at you intensely, and the compliment for his skills got stuck in your throat. You tried to clear it but before you could try to talk again he bent down to kiss you, his hands coming up to rest on your bare waist. His lips were slightly chapped but you didn’t mind, pulling him closer by the front of his shirt. The paint on your thighs rubbed onto Jinyoungs pants which you pulled down . They were in the way anyway. His fingers traced the petals of one of the flowers before moving up further. He pushed your panties to the side, gently rubbing your clit. He spread your entrance, teasing it to get you wet enough for him.

Your hands were gripping onto his hair tightly and you threw your head back. Letting him kiss down your neck. Jinyoung kissed down your neck, and you cursed, making him smirk against your skin. Then he pulled away and bent down to grab something from his pocket. It was a condom, you realized, and you almsot facepalmed for not thinking of that any sooner. He rolled it on before taking a step closer and pushing into you, slowly and carefully. He was rocking his hips forward gently, keeping his left thumb steadily rubbing on your clit. You were gasping into his ear, your hands back in his hair and your hold tightening from time to time. Every single time made him groan.

You felt the cool glass against your back and lost all sense of time. How long he was thrusting into you? You didn’t know. The constant stimulation on your clit and the drag of his cock against your walls had you seeing stars far faster tan you had anticipated you came with a sharp gasp before you bit down onto his shoulder. Jinyoung clenched his jaw at the feeling andd pulled out of you, quickly fisting his his cock until he came with a low groan.

For a while you both were quiet, simply trying to catch your breath. Then Jinyoung stepped back. He pulled of the condom and tied it. He turned to you, a small smile on his face. “Shower?“

#got7 #got7 smut #got7 jinyoung #jinyoung #jinyoung smut #got7 jinyoung smut #got7 bambam #got7 jaebum #nora is there too

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years

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5. Spiked eggnog

Fandom: GOT7

Sickie: Jaebeom

Caregiver: Jackson + Jinyoung

Jaebeom’s POV.:

The festive season was just starting up and so did the dinner parties with sponsors and potential investors who could possibly help in promoting GOT7 as well as my own music under the artist name Defsoul. For the sake of the bands popularity it was important to leave a lasting positive and professional impression. Over the next few weeks there were many formal dinners scheduled that GOT7 are going to attend, sometimes even a few per week. I had never really liked formal dinners, everyone was acting so uptight and the mood was often tense. As an artist looking for investors you were always walking on eggshells, afraid something you’d say would be taken the wrong way. My members often complimented me on how I charmed new investors during formal dinners, that’s why I was the leader, to speak for my group. They have no idea how nervous I always am until the business deal is settled and I’m not planning on letting the know either. The key was to drink with them but to only take tiny sips, so while they were tipsy enough to relax into the situation you’d keep your own head clear.

Right now, we were getting ready for another formal dinner. I could feel the tension settle over the maknaes of the group first. They were jokesters and I loved them for their childish teasing, however they were well aware of the importance of this dinner and were worrying to misstep despite trying hard to act professional. It’s not like I couldn’t relate to them, I was worried about misstepping too and I don’t think that will ever change no matter how often I practiced. The suits we wore looked good and most importantly professional, however they were nothing like the suits we wore during dance performances. They were thick and stiff, making moving uncomfortable. With our hair and make-up done I gathered my members for a moment, mostly to calm them down, not to threaten them into behaving, they knew to do that already. When I was done with my short speech, I took a deep breath to calm and mentally prepare myself.

At the restaurant we started making polite small talk, the first round of drinks already being served. Another thing I dislike about the holiday season, they always serve eggnog. Given I was not really into sweet stuff, you can guess how much I liked eggnog…. Correct, not at all. Masking my distaste towards the served beverage, I mirrored my table partner, raising the glass to my lips but only pretending to drink from it. Our conversation continued and as his glass slowly emptied, I had still not taken a single sip. For fear of causing suspicion, I started to take small sips to ensure my glass would be empty at some point too. When the appetizer was served, I made eye-contact with Bambam, giving him an encouraging smile, rightful so, as the woman opposite of him seemed to be taken in by his charm already. The tension was loosening, no wonder, while I was on my second drink, my conversation partner was on his fourth. We enjoyed our meal, paying extra attention to table manners, when at some point about half through my dish, my vision swam for a moment. I didn’t think much of it because after blinking my eyes a few times, everything went back to normal.

It happened again during the break between the main course and dessert, this time however, it didn’t just go away. When my head started spinning too, I excused myself politely and walked towards the restroom. As soon as I was out of sight from the table, I extended on arm to the wall for balance. I made it to the restroom, feeling unsteady on my feet. Having broken into a sweat, I unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt, fanning my flushed face with my hands. In an attempt to stop the dizzying spinning going on inside my head, I breathed deeply, holding onto the sink to not fall over. Apparently, I had lost track of time as I just stood there unable to move, not being in command over my own body anymore because Jackson walked in to check on me. He looked at me with his brows furrowed: “Everything alright, hyung? You look off.” Still panting, I just managed to shake my head slightly before my vision dipped sideways.

Jackson’s POV.:

Our leader had been gone for a while, so I decided to see what was taking him so long. I spotted him right when I opened the door, clutching the sink while swaying slightly. He looked rough, sweaty with a few buttons of his shirt open. His face was pale and clammy, eyes glassy and disoriented. I approached him asking if he was ok, though it was obvious he wasn’t. He shook his head before his knees gave out. Barely managing to grab him in time to keep him from hitting the tile, I gently lowered him to the ground. He wasn’t unconscious though, his eyes darting through the room, lips mumbling something incoherent. To say I was terrified would have been an understatement. I was unsure whether I was supposed to call an ambulance so I settled for calling our manager instead in hopes he’d know what to do. Though it felt like an eternity to me, I knew our manager actually arrived very soon while our leader lay spaced out across my legs. I described the situation I had walked in on when Jaebeom suddenly pushed off of the ground, dragging himself into an unoccupied stall, slouching over the toilet bowl. Being confused at first, I sprang into action hearing a harsh retch. I crouched behind my hyung, quickly gathering his long hair and keeping it out of his face. Cringing in sympathy, I placed my free arm across his chest to steady his dinner made a reappearance. Despite still sweating buckets, he had started to shiver while gagging helplessly.

“Jackson, I appreciate your concern for your leader but to me it looks like he just didn’t watch how much he was drinking. I’ll call a driver and guide you to the back door. If people hear about GOT7’s leader drinking way past his limits, that will leave a terrible impression, so I’ll make up an excuse like him being unwell and you take him home. Not sure he’ll need a scolding for his actions, the hangover tomorrow might already be enough”, the manager spoke up, disappointment evident in his voice before leaving the restroom. I was stunned because Jaebeom knew his limits and would never even go close to reaching them during formal events. Unsure if I had seen correctly, I took a closer look at his face watching a tear roll down his cheek before he tensed in my grip, heaving up another wave of his undigested meal. “Be honest with me hyung, you didn’t really drink anything, did you?”, I asked sternly, the tear having caught me off guard. He weakly shook his head, throwing up again as I watched on helplessly. He wasn’t drunk, so what was going on?

After spitting into the bowl one last time, Jaebeom attempted to rest his head on the toilet seat but I quickly pulled him back to lay against my chest. “What’s going on, hyung?”, I whispered. “I-I don’t know. I only had about one and a half glasses of eggnog. My vision got funny, everything was too hot and spinning. So I came here to pull myself together.”, he relied with his eyes closed, voice weak and raspy from throwing up. I frowned, moving my hand to his forehead, feeling the sweaty burning hot skin under my palm. We sat in silences till our manager came in again ushering us to a side exit. It took both of us to keep a dizzy Jaebeom on his feet and I could tell our manager was pissed, thinking the leader had just drank his head off. I was upset myself, being worried for my friend and seeing him judged for something he didn’t do. Luckily, the ride was short and though he was ghostly pale, Jaebeom managed to keep his stomach in place. Back at the dorm it was completely on me to drag him from the car to the correct floor. Passing by the bathroom on the way to his own room, he insisted to stay there instead and surely, he got sick again not soon after. I hung up our jackets and helped my hyung remove his sweaty and sticky shirt, handing him a soft cotton t-shirt in exchange, so he wouldn’t get too cold. When he just sat there not making a move to put it on, I took it again and carefully slipped it over his head, guiding his hands through the correct openings. He went back to dozing off with his head against the bathtub afterwards and I quickly changed into more comfortable myself, not wanting to let our sick leader alone for too long. I just settled for keeping a close eye on him, holding his hair back every time he jerked up and threw himself over the toilet again, throwing up.

A few hours later, the rest of our group returned and after changing into less stiff clothes, Jinyoung took over from me listening to my explanation of what had been going on from the moment I had found Jaebeom plus the few things he had told me about back at the restaurant.

~ the next morning~

Jinyoung’s POV.:

We had gotten home late last and I had taken the place of an exhausted looking Jackson to watch over our sick leader. At that point, none of us had had an idea of what was wrong. Now however, sitting in a chair close to Jaebeom’s bed, I read over a very apologetic message from our manager. Yes, at some point during the night I had managed to drag him to bed. Looking up from my phone, I found my hyung watching me. “Good morning, how do you feel”, I asked, relieved that he was awake and his eyes looked less glassy though he flinched as I spoke. “Headache?”, I whispered. “Yeah, what happened? I can’t remember anything from last night. Please, don’t tell my I got so drunk that I can’t remember. Did I mess things up? Did I….”, he started to panic and I was quick to sit down next to him, putting a hand on his chest. “Ssh, you didn’t mess anything up and you didn’t get drunk either, although that’s what our manager thought at first. He just texted me that he’s sorry for judging you like that and that they found out that your drink was spiked. That’s probably why you don’t remember. And before you asked, no you didn’t do anything scandalous. Jackson found you in the bathroom before it fully took effect, took you home and kept an eye on you till the rest of us came back and I switched with him. You don’t have to try to hard to remember, you were basically just switching between zoning out and throwing up, so no memories that’d be necessary to have”, I calmed him. “Hmm, explains stuff. Like, why I feel as if I got hit by a train”, he mumbled into his pillow. Scooting to one side of his bed, I lifted the blanket a bit, an invitation. “You look tired, the way I know you, you didn’t sleep”, he closed his eyes again and I slipped under the blanket. Cuddled up against my leader’s warm body, I quickly drifted off to sleep and we both napped till the late afternoon.

#sick fic #sickfic #fanfic #got7 #christmas #jb #im jaebeom #jackson wang #park jinyoung #whump #emeto

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dalamjisung · 5 years

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what you want, part two ❋ bambam

word count: 3735

genre: angst with a fluffy ending

pairing: reader x bambam

description: you finally get the whole truth. is it what you were expecting?

[tag: @thelaptopmarkthrewatbambam @letowolfie @thecozywhaleshark @thicthighsenpai @silentiona @sydnikkishields @hope-ji ]

You wake up with your head pounding– once again. It’s been weeks of this, now; you go to parties to find BamBam, and when he refuses to talk to you, again, you drink to forget, and you never do. You remember everything; from the frown in his face, to the tone of his voice. Go away, Y/N, enough is enough. You remember Jackson’s disappointed face as he pulled you away once again, and Yugyeom frustrated whines as he runs after his friend. It’s been almost three weeks of this; you chase parties to chase BamBam, but in the end you chase red solo cups with tiny shot glasses, to wake up the next day feeling completely useless and shattered. In these three weeks, you’ve failed your first test. You skipped your first class and you’ve gotten your first hangover. It felt like you were living your teenage years in days– and it felt fucking awful.

His jacket still hangs on the back of your door, the sequins and golden details sometimes catching the light seeping in from the outside and shinning the room with a sad glow. It makes you think of him every time it happens– how you wished he was there, laying next to you, and pointing at the random shapes of the reflections; this one looks like a duck, you wish he’d say. And that one like a dog. Ah! That one looks like my cat, Latte!

A tear is what brings you back to reality, eyes moving away from that forsaken jacket. You are back into your routine; wake up, cry, attempt homework, give up, go back to sleep until someone texts you about a party. You are halfway through last week’s work when your doorbell rings, but you ignore it. The terror of late work and decreasing grades looms over you, wighting your shoulders down, and fogging your mind; it is a problem that bothers you, but you can’t find it within yourself to do anything about it.

This should be easy– at least for you. You received a letter from the dean’s office about the risk of loosing your scholarship and you cried that day, but you still did absolutely nothing about it– nothing besides call Youngjae and cry while listening to him sing soft lullabies. You fell asleep to your friend’s voice that night, promising a better future; you are tired of those promises.

BamBam hates you and that’s a fact. He won’t even talk to you, and you wonder if that’s what he felt when things were the other way around. Did he hurt like this, too? Did he cry? If he did, you won’t be able to live with yourself.

Your eyes dart to the clock on your wall and you see that it is almost time for your class… the one you’ve been skipping for three weeks. You emailed the professor about a different fake sickness each time, and being class rep. and all, he doesn’t argue with you because you still do your duties towards the class even though it is from your living room. This position means a lot to you, and if you are being honest, it is the only thing that you are hanging onto.

“Y/N!”

That position and Jackson.

“Y/N, I know you are in there,” And Jinyoung. “Open up!”

You shuffle to the door, opening it slightly, before sighing and giving the boys space to walk inside.

“Hey, guys,” You mumble, voice weak and embarrassed. Your apartment looks generally clean, but that is because you have been barely eating anything. “What’s up?”

“Get dressed,” Jackson says and his voice booms in the empty room. “You have class in 20 minutes and you are not skipping again. You’ve missed three classes already…”

“I’m not feeling well, Jacks,” You sigh, looking at your feet. “I think I might hang back–“

“Stop that!” Jinyoung shouts, and you recoil. During the entirety of your friendship with Jinyoung, you’ve never heard him shout before, specially not at you. “Just fucking stop, oh my god, Y/N… We get it, you are hurt, but this is ridiculous! You are putting BamBam in front of your studies– you are not this girl! This is seriously affecting your grades; what the fuck are you doing, huh?”

“I-“

“Don’t even try to come up with an excuse,” He continues, looking at you through angry eyes. “This whole partying and getting drunk thing is not you. This whole skipping class and missing work is not you. What are you doing?”

“Maybe ‘me’ sucks,” You snap. “Have you thought about that? ‘Me’ is a judgmental bitch that hurts people and only thinks about herself, and honestly, fuck that. I don’t want to be ‘me’ if being ‘me’ means not giving a shit about anyone else!”

Your breathing is harsh and shallow, and Jackson takes a step towards you.

“I’m done with that shit, Jinyoung,” You whisper, shoulders falling in defeat.

“Okay, you need to listen to me,” Jackson grabs you by the shoulders gently. “Y/N, we all make mistakes, and it’s not going to be that one mistake that will define you– we won’t allow that. Your Y/N is not a judgmental bitch or a selfish person… she is so selfless it is actually annoying. She is stubborn as a mule and she doesn’t back down from a challenge, even if she might get hurt. And that is the only reason why you are still trying to make things right with BamBam. So don’t say that; don’t say ‘you’ are not enough, because you are so much more.”

You sit down on the couch, allowing Jinyoung to embrace you.

“Things are hard right now,” Jackson continues. “Not just for you, but life goes on, love. So let’s go on, too. We’re here to help you with whatever you need… we can start slow, yeah? Get dressed. After that, get out. After that, make it to class in time; and so on and so forth. Do you think we can do it?”

You nod.

“Great,” Jinyoung smiles. “Go get dressed. We’re taking you to class.”

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Jackson’s method works until you get to the classroom. Jinyoung is whispering encouraging things as you walk past the doors and sit in your usual seat. People look and smile at you, and everything is fine and well until you see him.

BamBam looks better than ever. His hair is slicked back and it shows his cheekbones. His lips, stretched in a smile, are plump and inviting and you have to hold yourself back to not run to him. You notice you are staring and you shake your head, forcing yourself to focus in the professor walking into the room. The class starts and you are back to it, taking notes and nodding along as you understand the information being relayed. When the class ends, you have a smile on your face, the first in weeks– you’ve missed this. You are in your environment and you feel as if a flame had been reignited inside of you. This was your passion and you were stupid to even try to let it pass by you.

“How was it?” Youngjae asks as he walks with you to the cafeteria. “Was it hard?”

“It was… amazing,” You smile, wide, and his eyes follow. “I missed this, Youngjae. A lot. And I already talked to my professor and she said I could make up my absence with some extra work…”

“That’s great, Y/N!” He hugs you, laughing as you squeal in happiness. “Our little nerd is back!”

“Not completely,” You smile brightly. “And I think that’s good. It’s time for change.” He nods with you and you two mindlessly talk about your extra work.

“I understand most of the topics I missed because I studied them beforehand,” You chuckle a little embarrassed about admitting it out loud. “But there is this one topic I’m struggling with a little bit.”

“Is there anyone you can ask for help?” Youngjae asks, frowning. You are always the first one to help everyone out, there must be someone that can help you too.

You look at him and you know what you have to do.

“Actually,” You wonder. “Yes, there is.”

You find Yugyeom at the same cafe you met him before, and thankfully, he’s alone. He has his head down, reading from some book you don’t recognize, and you try your best not to scare him.

“Hi,” You call softly and he slowly looks at you, before his eyes go wide in recognition. You point at the chair in front of his. “Do you mind?”

He shakes his head. “Go ahed, class rep.”

“Uh, I know this might be awkward for you and please feel free to say no, but… do you think you could help me?”

Yugyeom sighs. “I already told you, Y/N, BamBam is my best friend and you–“

“No no no,” You blush, desperately shaking your hands in a futile attempt to stop this conversation from happening. “Not about that. I wouldn’t want to put you in the middle of that… complication.”

“With what then?”

“I was away for a bit,” You cough, uncomfortable with your words. “And I missed a lot, but fortunately I got most of the subject pretty quickly– except for this one topic.”

You offer him your notebook with some random notes and he nods, humming as he flipped the pages.

“As I said, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or to put you in the middle of something like this,” You sigh. “But I was wondering if you could help me out? I’m really struggling and–“

“Sure.”

You look at him again, mouth agape in surprise. “Really?!”

“Yeah,” He nods. “I can help you.”

“Oh my god, thank you so much Yugyeom, you have no idea what this means to me.”

“On one condition,” He says, eyes in slits, as if measuring you up.

“Anything!” You squeal, happy to be finally feeling like yourself again. With changes, you think. Good changes.

“Stop doing whatever you are doing.”

“What do you mean?” You speak slowly and carefully, because you know what’s coming.

“With BamBam,” He sighs. “Just stop. Things are not… good, right now. And BamBam deserves ‘good.’ He really does. So please, stop.”

You smile. “He really does,” You agree. “And you are really good Yugyeom. I can’t promise to give up on BamBam– that’s no how it works, Yugy. But I do promise that I’ll never hurt him again… I think I can keep that promise, don’t you?”

Yugyeom smiles, enough so that he doesn’t look intimidating anymore, but back to his baby face. “I think you can, class rep. I’m counting on you.”

“And I’m,” You start, pushing the material towards the tall boy. “Counting on you.”

He laughs and you two get to it. Within the hour, you feel better. You are understanding the topic and therefore, understanding the whole class. Yugyeom makes jokes as you two study and you feel like things are finally going back to normal. A new normal, at least.

“Y/N, I have to go,” He pouts. “I have class soon, but why don’t we meet tomorrow? I can test you on the topic then.”

“Perfect,” You say, yawning a little. “Same place, same time?”

He nods and runs out of the cafe.

On your way home, you can’t help but think back to Yugyeom’s words. He deserves ‘good.’ You close your eyes and deep down you know; it’s time to let go.

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The next morning, you wake up with a renewed purpose. You clean the small mess in your room and vacuum the empty floors of your apartment. You take a shower and get ready, even though your class is four hours; it was time to get back to yourself.

You spend the day at the library finishing the homework you forgot about. After that, you finish the homework for the week, and you attempt the homework due next week. You get into a rhythm so good you barely notice the clock ticking, and soon, you are on your way to class. People are glad to see you back in the classroom– they make a point of telling you that,– and you smile, realizing that you’ve made friends without noticing. Sure, the drinking and partying weren’t the best way to deal with everything, but you have to admit that it was fun when it wasn’t sad. You talked to more people in your classes then you did the whole semester and you’ve realized that all you had to do was reach out and be open for those who are reaching out, too.

You text Yugyeom once you are out of class telling him you’ll be a couple of minutes late, having to run to your place to grab something before meeting up. It’s still in the back of your door, shinning in the way you like it, and you offer it a peaceful smile– you’ll miss this jacket. With careful hands, you carry it all the way to the cafe, a bounce on your step indicating nothing short of relief.

“Hey, Y/N!” Yugyeom shouts and waves as if you could miss his 6 foot ass. “Over here!”

You laugh a little at his excitement and you make your way over, smiling when he hugs you hello.

“Are you ready for the final test, Miss Y/L/N?” He asks in all seriousness.

“I am, Professor Kim.”

You finish the whole worksheet in about thirty minutes, and you ace it. But you don’t leave just yet; you stay and chat and laugh with Kim Yugyeom, just like he once wanted. Friends, you think, chuckling at a funny face he pulls. I’m sorry Yugy.

“Yugy,” You say once he quiets down. “I want to give you something.”

“Oh?” He tilts his head to the side, like a curious puppy.

“Here,” You give him the jacket that has been sitting next to you all this time. He seems to recognize it instantly, grabbing it and looking at you with incredulous eyes. “You were right. BamBam deserves good. And I think I do, too. And I know I promised you we’d be friends once this whole mess got resolved, but I don’t think this is happening… I’m sorry Yugyeom.”

“Ya,” He begs, brows furrowed in agony. “You said you weren’t giving up on him. You promised!”

“I’m not,” You smile, putting your things inside your bag. “I’m just… moving on.”

“Is that what you want, Y/N?”

“What I want doesn’t matter,” You say and it feels as poisonous in your tongue as you thought it would. “This is about what he wants. And I would still love to be your friend but–“

“You are my friend, Y/N,” He smiles and it feels oddly like a goodbye. “You always were my friend. You are a good person, class rep., don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

“Harder said than done,” You wink. “Bye Yugy. See you when I see you.”

You are almost at the door when he shouts again.

“He told Jackson.”

You turn around. “What?”

“Jackson only knew about you skipping class because he told him,” Yugyeom looks nervous. “BamBam.”

“What are you talking about?” This is supposed to be done. You gave him the jacket back, you were supposed to be done.

“BamBam might’ve not wanted to talk to you, but that’s because he is a proud idiot,” Yugyeom confesses. “He’s been having a really hard time. He regrets letting you go, Y/N, but he thinks it was what you wanted.”

“What?!” You shriek.

“He asked Jackson to go check up on you because you were missing class. He talked to the professors about extra credit work before you even had the chance to,” Yugyeom laughs at your face. “And he asked me to help you with studying. You might think he doesn’t care, but he does. That’s just how BamBam is.”

Your mouth hangs open.

“Ask me,” Yugyeom challenges you, stepping closer. “Come on, ask me.”

“Where is he?” You breath out, heart racing wildly.

“At our place,” He scribbles something on your arm– an address. “Go talk to him. You are good.”

“Thank you!” You hug him and sprint.

You never even think about the jacket you left with Yugyeom.

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You knock on the door so desperately that you are afraid of waking up neighbors, but it’s a necessary evil. You have to talk to him.

“Coming!”

Oh my, how you missed his voice. You hear some stumbling inside the apartment and soon the door is wide open, and you suddenly don’t miss him that much anymore. Not when he has puffy eyes and a tired voice.

“Bam,” You sigh, surprised he even opened the door. “What happened?”

“What are you doing here?” He sniffles, looking down as a way to hide your face. “I thought I made it very clear that–“

“Yeah, yeah,” You wave him off, waling inside and facing him again. “Whatever. What happened?”

“Uh,” He frowns and swallows, and you know he is emotional. “Nothing. You should go, Y/N, I have stuff to do.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” You shrug, sitting down on the couch. “Until you talk to me.”

He gasps. “I can call the cops. This is technically breaking and entering…”

“Then do it,” You said, eyes set in slits, measuring him, challenging him. “If you want to.”

“What are you talking about?” He blushes, mumbling his words out. “Have you gone insane?”

“I must have,” You say, and you start to feel it; the anger, the hurt, the sadness– everything comes back to you. “Because let time we talked, you couldn’t even look me in the face. You refused to listen to me, talk to me, anything related to me– and suddenly, there I am, giving your jacket back to Yugyeom because I was finally fucking ready and he tells me the most interesting thing.”

“You gave him my jacket back?” He whispers, seemingly shocked. You ignore him and keep going.

“He proceeds to tell me this very elaborate story about how you were the one responsible for Jackson getting me to class yesterday ,” You are on a roll, taking steps closer to him with each word. “And how you were the one responsible for me getting that extra credit work; and even how you asked him to help me. What the hell BamBam? What is your game here? Because I was ready to do what you wanted and leave you the hell alone, but suddenly this happens and I–“

“You think that’s what I want?!” He screeches, arms flapping around. “I don’t want you gone, Y/N!”

“Well, there you go– I’m confused,” You groan. You are just a few centimeters away from him and there are so many emotions that you can just see in his eyes– the most present one was despair. “You kept pushing me away, BamBam. I tried– I tried so many fucking times!”

“I thought that was what you wanted!” He shouts. “After that first party I regretted it… so badly. But you were hurt and the hyungs were angry and I just didn’t want to hurt you anymore. You were partying like crazy, and you were drinking insane amounts and I was worried!”

“I was worried, too,” You say, covering your mouth with your hand, as if that wasn’t supposed to slip past your lips. “I was so worried about you, BamBam. About us.”

“Us?” He asks with wide eyes.

“Yes, you idiot,” Grabbing his hands, you sit with him on the couch, facing each other. “Us. I was wrong and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have judged you like that and I am so, so sorry. But I see you now; I see you, BamBam– and yes, it took me a while and I was dumb and stupid and I didn’t really know what you wanted and–“

His mouth finds yours before you can stop talking and his lips are exactly how you thought they’d be– soft and plump. His mouth moves quickly over yours; it demands things from you– adoration, love, lust. His hands, one on your waist and the other on your hair, lead you, because right now, he is not willing to give doubt any space. No more misunderstanding. No more cross-wired thoughts. No more wasting time. He would always have you close, too close, even, just to be sure. His heart beats with yours– out of rhythm and too fast. BamBam leans over you, making you lay down on the couch, and laying over you. This is not lust anymore, it’s not love, either. It is hunger. He’s waited long enough, so now it is time to take it.

“We still… ah, Bam, we have–“

“Talk later,” He groans. “This now.”

“No,” You laugh. “Talk now. This later.”

“Y/N,” He whines and hides his face on your neck. “Please…”

“Not until we’re 100%,” You say giving him a peck on the lips.

“We are!”

“No, we aren’t,” You place a piece of his hair back in place and push him off of you. “You said you didn’t want to hurt me anymore. Is that what you want?”

“… yes. No. Yes– not just that, but that included, yes.”

“Bam,” His name sounded like the most beautiful song coming out of your mouth. “I’m going to ask you for the last time.”

He nods.

“What do you want, BamBam?”

His eyes shine with tears and you have to hold yourself back. This time, this would be on him– the way he wanted.

“I want people to take me seriously,” He gasps, finally allowing himself to say it. “I want people to stop looking at me as if I have it easy because they don’t know half of it. I want to be recognized for what I am– a man with big dreams and high ambition. And I want you. I want you to take yourself seriously; I want you to recognize your potential and see that you are much more than class rep. You are much more than what you limit yourself to be! I want you, Y/N. I want you, and I want it all.”

You smile, relived that now, it was over. But it also just started.

“Then come and get it.”

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well. hello. this was intense. I have to say, I love this sequel! What do you wall think? This has been my most awaited fic ever, so I really hope you all liked it :P Let me know! Your comments and support mean the world ❤️

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