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chwetuan · 6 years ago

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A Wondering Mind - Choi Youngjae x Reader (f)

Sometimes, Youngjae wonders if you still love him like he loves you (1.0k).

Ratings/Warnings: a smidge of angst, but has a happy ending (I promise)!

Sidenote - I wrote this a few weeks ago, but revisited it. I’m not sure how I feel about it, so feedback would be great! Youngjae is a bit difficult to write for, but I got inspired and I love him so here it is, I hope you enjoy <3.

It’s nights like these, when the clock is nearing midnight and his clothes cling to his body, when his chest heaves with exhaustion, that he stares in the mirror, and his mind begins to wonder.

Youngjae questions if you still love him. If you think it’s worth it, rather. If he’s still worth it. He can’t dwell on it too long, because Jaebum is insisting that they rehearse the routine “once more”—he’s said for the past half hour. He’s beyond exhausted; this comeback is killing him. Not seeing you is killing him. But he falls in line with Jackson and Yugyeom, and he does the routine once more. It’s his job, after all. He hopes you still understand that.

Except, it’s not “once more”, because Jinyoung is moving left instead of right, Mark is stepping into his part too early, Jackson keeps mixing up the dance moves, and the ‘97 line, Jaebum, and Youngjae himself are the only ones doing the routine correctly.

He would typically be in shock when Bambam lashes out at his hyungs, and insists they simply do better. But the thick molasses of tiredness that grips his body whole prevents the emotion from washing over his body. Not only that, but Bambam’s right. They do need to do better.

And now the clock is nearing 2am, and they’ve finally managed to complete one successful run-through, but Yugyeom’s doubled-over in the corner and everyone is panting. Youngjae has no clue what kind of spell Jinyoung has cast over Jaebum, but when he says “Hyung,” Jaebum dismisses the group. Not before saying:

“Be back at 9am tomorrow.”

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Youngjae uses the spare key you gave him to get in. He locks the door and flings his bag onto the floor before making his way through your apartment. He’s been staying with you the last few months, but it feels like he hardly sees you. He remembers the last argument you had, offhandedly, of course. His mind doesn’t have the energy to fully recall how it started.

“Then why are you staying here?” You had choked out, through the heat of tears and anger. “Why are you staying,” There’s a pause as a sob runs its way through your chest, “If you’re never here, if you never want to be here,”

Youngjae remembers the way his heart snaps at your words, he wishes, back then, that he would’ve told you there’s nothing he wants more than to spend time with you, to be with you. But he doesn’t, he never seems to say what he wishes. Instead, he runs away from the feelings he’s confronted with. He runs away from his own guilt, from the girl he’s in love with, and the same girl he’s hurting.

The apartment is cold, unbearably so, and he sees the remnants of your day scattered across the living room. There’s a pair of heels laying lopsided on the floor by the couch, and he sees your laptop closed and resting on the coffee table. When he makes his way to the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water, he sees a takeout container with the scribble of his name scrawled across it. He’d eat, but sleep takes priority.

He gets home after you’ve gone to bed, as usual, and you’re gone before he wakes up. Sometimes, you leave a note, but on the days you don’t, he can still feel you in the space around him. The faint smell of coffee lingers in the air, mingled with traces of lavender soap and your perfume. It drives him crazy, because he longs to kiss you good morning before you leave.

The clock is now nearing 3am, he’s still exhausted, but at least he’s no longer panting. His hair is still damp from the shower he took, his feet ache, and he can still feel the dance routine as it lingers in his muscle memory, etched in from hours of practice.

He climbs in next to you, quietly, as he listens to your even breathing and small snores.

And trust me, he’s tired, but his mind keeps him occupied with wondering if you still love him as much as he loves you.

But then, as if in a flash, half of your body is on top of him and your head rests on his chest as his arm drapes around your waist. You’re nuzzling into him and inhaling the scent of soap and all the best decisions.

Youngjae lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He places a soft kiss on the top of your head before murmuring into your dark locks, a quiet, hesitant, “I love you,”

He’s quiet. He thinks you’re asleep. He closes his eyes, and tries to engrave this moment in his memory.

But then you respond.

“Hm, you better.” Your voice is heavy with sleep as you peer up at him through dream-filled lashes;

He remains silent for a few seconds, “I’m sorry if I woke you,” he responds, squeezing your body once, twice, and a third time because God, he’s missed your voice. Your soft, honey voice that is saved for your quietest moments.

And somehow you manage to prop yourself up, just enough to fully face him. Your eyes are barely open but the grin on your face is wide. “It’s okay,” you say, before tilting your head and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Youngjae has no idea why you’re grinning at three in the morning, but he doesn’t complain, because in the moment, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s seen.

“I love you too,” you whisper back to him.

There’s a pause as you adjust yourself against his tired frame.

“I need to tell you something,” He says softly,

You hum in response, inhaling his scent, loving that he’s here, with you.

“There is nothing I want more in this world than to spend time with you. I always want to be with you; it will always be you. I love you, and I love you for everything. I love you for letting me stay with you instead of at the dorms. I love you for buying me takeout even though I never eat it. I love you for yelling at me for not eating,” he pauses as a small laugh shakes his chest.

“I love you for staying with me. I hope you stay forever.”

You let the silence wash over you.

“Jae,” You mumble into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “I will always stay.”

After that, you’re back to laying on his chest. Youngjae assumes the conversation is over when he hears your soft snores.

But this time, his mind stops wondering, and shortly afterwards, he’s snoring softly too.

He never realizes that you grin because you’re stupidly, one-hundred percent, head over heels, in love with him.

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taexual · 7 years ago

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You Belong To Me [3] / Youngjae x Reader

OTHER PARTS: 01 - Got7 Mafia AU / 02 / 03

That one night with Youngjae has unexpected consequences and you find yourself afraid of his reaction to the news that will change both of your lives.

Pairing: Mafia AU!Youngjae x Reader

Warnings: some angst & some fluff

Words: 2.3k

so sorry it took me so long to finish this and it didn’t even end up being THAT angsty dhdkj hope you still enjoy, though!!

Request: Hi love! I would like to request a continuation of the Youngjae mafia au smut where the reader finds out she's pregnant and it gets super angsty?

Youngjae had left early the next morning, successfully managing to make the night the two of you shared feel like a one-night stand. He did call you – from an unknown number – when his plane landed, though he didn’t specify where he was. Apparently, it was top secret. He even claimed to have made this call on a payphone, although you doubted if that was true.

He’s been away for a week. Then, another week. And then he was gone for three weeks, and you were starting to feel like the night you spent together did not even happen.

His calls got less frequent and texting was not a thing Youngjae did often anyway. Needless to say, everything was back to the way it was before that night three weeks ago. You only saw your husband every once in a while, you didn’t talk to him that much, and neither one of you seemed to care enough about the other to constantly keep checking up on each other.

Which is why Youngjae didn’t know that you’ve been throwing up for the past three days seemingly without any reason. Your menstruation cycle was messed up, too, so you thought that nausea was just one part of your upcoming period.

But then the period didn’t come.

And everything fell into place.

You found yourself in a drugstore, listening to a middle-aged pharmacist explain to you which pregnancy test to use, while you tried to stop hyperventilating.

“Are the results definite?” you asked, having never used a pregnancy test before in your life.

“99 percent accurate,” she said, reading the back of the box of the pregnancy test. “Though you have to take it one week after a missed period to get more reliable results.”

You couldn’t help but break eye contact by looking down at the counter. Why was talking about periods out loud so awkward?

“Okay. I’ll take a couple,” you said and then quickly added, “not of the same brand, though. Whichever ones you think are the best ones, uh, give me those.”

The pharmacist glanced at you as if surprised to see you so flustered. You tried to give her a confident smile but your shaky hands as you counted the money gave your real emotions away.

“Don’t look so frightened,” she said then, smiling at you – but only after she noticed the golden band on your ring finger – and handing you the bag with the pregnancy tests. “Everything will be okay.”

You managed to respond with a weak smile and a quick nod before you turned around and walked out of there as quickly as possible. This wasn’t supposed to be embarrassing. If you were enough of a grown-up to have sex, you had to be a grown-up about the consequences, too.

And yet, as you closed the door of your car and exhaled deeply, you couldn’t wait until you were in the safety of your home, locked away from everything.

However, an hour later, not even your own home felt safe anymore.

All three stupid white sticks on the bathroom counter showed two bars. And right next to the screen, the meaning was explained. One bar – not pregnant. Two bars…

You were pregnant.

Trying not to panic because you really should have seen it coming with all the nausea you’ve been experiencing, you grabbed your phone and dialed Youngjae’s emergency number. You’ve never called it before but he had sworn he’d answer from that number whenever.

He actually did. And you had to sit down as soon as you heard his voice.

“Y/n?” he asked. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

Was everything okay? God, maybe you should have really put yourself together before you called him.

“Not really,” you answered, surprised to learn how small and weak your voice sounded.

“What happened?” Youngjae asked again, the levels of panic clearly rising along with his tone. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” you said. “We need to talk.”

It was hard to sound patronizing when you were this terrified. You have never talked to Youngjae about children. In fact, you were almost certain that the word ‘child’ was not a part of his vocabulary at all. One night with him was not supposed to turn into a whole life with him – despite you two being married.

It would have been so much easier if Youngjae had said he didn’t want to talk to you and just hung up the phone. You would have packed your bags and left immediately.

“Talk?” Youngjae replied. “About what? What is happening?”

“Can you come home?”

This was definitely not the conversation to be had over the phone but you still felt pathetic asking him to return. You hated that. You hated the unpredictability of Youngjae’s actions even more because you didn’t know what to expect from him. Moreover, you didn’t know what to expect from yourself. Your mind still hadn’t settled on a definite decision about your future but you were sure about one thing – you weren’t going to kill the child, growing inside of you.

“I can,” Youngjae said after a long pause. “If you really need me to, I can come home.”

It must have been the pregnancy hormones acting up because your heartbeat accelerated after he said those words.

Taking your phone into a different hand and pressing it to your ear again, you exhaled shakily before whispering, “I need you to come home.”

It took Youngjae two days to come home and in that time, you managed to see a doctor who confirmed that the 99% accurate home pregnancy test had been 100% accurate in your case. You were indeed pregnant and when you threw up after every nurse started to congratulate you, they thought it was just your morning sickness.

They had no way of knowing your husband – who was the head of his Mafia family and did not particularly fear your father, despite him being an important figure in the Mafia as well – was coming home to hear you tell him that the decision not to use a condom when you had sex almost a month ago had not been particularly smart.

As you walked home from the doctor’s appointment that day, you tried to come up with a way to break this news to Youngjae. You haven’t told your parents yet because the unwritten laws of the Mafia required your husband to be the one you relied on to make important decisions. So, obviously, you had no practice telling people you were pregnant. But even if you had, Youngjae wasn’t ‘people.’ He was completely different from everyone else you’ve met, therefore you never knew how to talk to him. And it’s not like you’ve had many opportunities to get to know him better.

You entered your house, still unsure what you were going to say to your husband when suddenly, you felt someone’s presence in the room.

Not having to turn around to see who it was – because his cologne really gave him away – you swallowed before talking. “You’re back.”

“I’m back,” Youngjae replied, walking around you since you haven’t turned around to look at him. “Where were you?”

The question sounded like an accusation. As if you’ve committed a crime by not being home when he got back.

“The hospital,” you said, knowing that no matter how good your acting was, Youngjae could still catch you in a lie very easily. He had his people everywhere. Someone would have seen you.

As you raised your eyes to look at him, you saw how alarmed he looked after you said this.

“What happened?” he asked then.

This was the moment you’ve been trying to prepare for. All you had to say was two little words that would flip both of your worlds upside down. No big deal, right?

“I’m…” you started, realizing you didn’t have enough breath to finish the sentence, so you inhaled deeply, causing Youngjae to frown.

“You’re what?” he asked, frowning, as he took a step closer to you. “Y/n, you’re seriously—”

“I’m pregnant.”

There it was out in the open now and you were almost relieved to see the shock that you’ve felt when you first found out about this, reflected on Youngjae’s face now. Shocked was good. Shocked was so much better than angry.

You were even more relieved when Youngjae didn’t start asking any stupid questions, like “how?” or “why?” or anything of the sort. He just looked away from you and you could almost see his brain working to figure it all out on its own.

“When did you find out?” was the first thing he asked.

“Right before I called you a few days ago,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest as if in preparation to defend yourself in case he’d choose to blame you for this. “I went to the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test because I’ve been feeling sick and… other things.”

Youngjae seemed to understand what other things you meant without you voicing them because he looked away – an almost typical reaction to implied period talk – and nodded.

“I see,” he said, still concealing every other emotion, aside from shock. “Did you go see a doctor?”

“Yeah, today,” you answered. “That’s why I was at the hospital.”

“Hmm.”

You didn’t know what that humming meant and Youngjae wasn’t elaborating on that, so the two of you stayed quiet for a few minutes, both avoiding each other’s eyes because you had no idea what to say or do. Normal families would jump up and down in joy in this moment. However, you were proven once again that your family was far from normal.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Youngjae raise his head to look at you.

“Have you thought about what you’re going to do?” he asked.

“I have,” you replied, daring to meet his eyes in hopes that it would make you appear less vulnerable than you were feeling. “Have you?”

“I-I still need some more time to think about this,” Youngjae said, looking down again and pinching the bridge of his nose with two of his fingers.

Your stomach dropped. “Think about what?”

“This,” Youngjae replied, gesturing vaguely with his hands. “All of this.”

You didn’t like hearing this because Youngjae looked more burdened by this news than he ever did when he was dealing with any other matter related to his job.

“Youngjae,” you said softly, hoping to get him to look at you. He did. But as soon as he did, you lost the confidence you had a moment ago. “I-I’m keeping the baby.”

His face twisted immediately. “You thought I wanted to get rid of it?”

He sounded almost horrified. He looked like it, too.

“N-no?” you tried to answer. “I don’t know what I thought. I’m just saying. I’m k-keeping it.”

You hated the way you kept stuttering under his intense gaze but you couldn’t control yourself. You didn’t know how to act in a situation like this. There wasn’t exactly a WikiHow article on how to tell your gangster husband that you were pregnant with his child even though the two of you barely knew each other.

“Y/n,” Youngjae said, sighing. Despite the disappointed look he gave you, the sound of your name coming from his lips still made your heart beat faster. “It’s not your child. It’s our child. I would never kill my own child. Who do you think I am?”

“I don’t know,” you said, watching him. “Y-you said you needed to think.”

“I do! But not about whether to keep the baby or not!” Youngjae answered, losing his temper for a second but regaining it the next. “We’re keeping it. I don’t need to think about that. Unless you had told me you didn’t want to keep it. Then we would have had a long conversation about this.”

You didn’t know why you were so surprised to hear how rational Youngjae sounded. How human. Maybe he was normal. Just not the kind of normal you were used to.

“I do want to keep it,” you told him. “I know it was unplanned and I know neither one of us are ready for this, but—”

“We’ll get ready,” Youngjae cut you off. “We basically have nine whole months ahead of us.”

You swallowed, looking down suddenly. “How many of those months are you going to be away?”

Youngjae looked down as well, almost embarrassed to have left you to deal with this all on your own. Instead of saying anything, he closed the gap between you two by taking your face into his hands and softly lifting it, so you were looking at him.

“Zero,” he said. “I’m going to be with you all through it.”

Losing your breath when he touched you, you tried not to break down into tears.

“What do you need to think about then?” you asked slowly, the lump of nerves in your throat stopping you from talking faster.

“There’s a lot of danger that comes with being us,” Youngjae said, choosing to be as honest as he could with you. “Your father tried to protect you from as much of it as he could. He knew he was in the Mafia, but he refused to accept the fact that you were, too. It’s my turn now to protect you and our child as well.”

“You don’t have t—”

“I do,” he said before you could finish. “You’re my wife. You’re the future mother of my child. You’re my responsibility. You’re… mine.”

Your eyes remained locked on his as he spoke and you didn’t feel your lips part as you listened to him. Youngjae, however, noticed every single change of emotion on your face and leaned in closer to you, stopping millimeters away from your face to hear you whimper softly.

He kissed you right then, affirming the words he just told you. You may not have considered the two of you to be very close yet, but Youngjae’s soft lips on yours let you know that you were going to become a real family. He would make sure of that.

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changbinnn-blog · 6 years ago

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Choi Youngjae Having A Crush On You

Because I'm still soft after seeing GOT7 in concert and need to use it for good.

Genre: Fluff on top of fluff on top of fluff

Took him a few days before it finally set in that oops! He caught feelings.

But if he's being entirely honest, he doesn't mind having a crush.

He's really bashful

Certain things that you two used to do routinely suddenly make him all blushy

More nervous when you two have one on one hangouts

Because what if he accidentally says something out of line?

Really, just nervous in general

Doesn't think there's more than a .07% chance that you'd ever like him back

Forever haunted by the thought of you dating someone else

Forever haunted by the fact that y'all were just supposed to be platonic

Forever haunted by the fact that he feels like he's messing with y'all's relationship by having romantic feelings for you

You know about his feelings for you, because, well, he's more obvious than he thinks he is

You notice that he's dressing up more whenever he hangs out with you, he bought you a present out of the blue on an ordinary Thursday afternoon,,,

He's just... So obvious

But it's really charming

He psychs himself up a lot

Like he tries practicing what he'd say to you in the event that he suddenly wanted to confess to you

But he's also too nervous to ever actually go through with doing it

But he practices anyway.

"hey, so I think we should talk about something... no, no, that sounds like I'm trying to excommunicate them from my life... that's a bad opener."

You end up having to be the one to finally say something

At first mention he's extremely apologetic, saying he's sorry for catching feelings for you

Probably asks you to forget about it so you two can move on and be happy

But why would you do that when you can snatch yourself a cute boyfriend?

(exactly. no good reason.)

So you confess, and he cries, but like, not in a sad way

He's very happy

Like,,, The Happiest He's Ever Been

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imagination-of-a-melted-bitch · 7 years ago

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A People Pleaser {Choi Youngjae} ~Naughty November~

Prompt: 74 with got7 younfjae, please!! I need more of this in my life

Pairing: Youngjae x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: oral -female receiving-

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"The sight of you, on your knees, tongue fucking my pussy is too much!" You moan, fingers gripping his brown locks, the other gripping the edge of the sink. Youngjae's hands run under your dress, gripping your tits, you yelp at the harshness, but relax when he soothingly runs his thumb over his nipple. "Seeing you submit in such a way is so fucking hot.” You moan, rolling your hips into his mouth. "I have you so whipped Youngjae." You tilt your head back against the mirror, walls clenching around his thick muscle. "I mean sneaking off in the middle of dinner with your group, your manager, to tongue fuck me in the bathroom?" You chuckle, shaking your head, using your grip in his hair to further push him into your core. His tongue curls around your g-spot and each time the tips presses against it, your thighs quiver and your legs close around his head. "You're so good for me Youngjae," You clench around his tongue again. Youngjae pulls away from you, his lips swollen and glistening with your juices.

"No one can judge me can they?" He runs a finger down your slit, slowly pushing one of his thick digits into your tight entrance. "Anyone with the chance would sneak away to bury his face in-between these legs, anyone would love to hear you moaning for them, no matter where they were." He pushes a second finger into your slick entrance, grunting at the way your tight walls swallow them eagerly.

"Is that what you're telling yourself Youngjae? That you're an opportunist?" Youngae doesn't' say anything else, and just runs his soaked fingers up your slit, circling your clit with his two fingers. His eyes lock on yours and he doesn't dare look away, as he pushes his tongue back into you. Both your hands grip the edge of the sink, your knuckles turning white. Although, you dragged him in here and although he was the one on the floor, eating your pussy, he could make you dissolve into stitches without a problem. His fingers press harder into your clit, his tongue pressing against your g-spot. He can't keep your thighs open like he wants to, so he lets you trap him in-between your legs. "Oh god, Youngjae!" You screw your eyes shut, uncontrollably rolling your hips into his mouth. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum all over your tongue," You gasp for air, one hand leaving the sink, moving to the back of his head, trying to get him to move closer to you. Youngjae's fingers quicken on your clit, and his tongue starts to ache with the rate it's moving in and out of your core. Your juice spill onto his tongue, dribbling down his chin, soaking his white shirt. You were making a mess and how he would explain it to your party was the furthest thing from what he was thinking about right now. "Oh-" You moan, "Oh fuck-" You hiss, hand cradling the back of his head, needing him to be closer to you. Youngjae eases you through your orgasm, just as he does every time," He drops his hand to your side, lapping his tongue at your slit. He was cleaning up his mess, making sure he finished all his food on his plate. He stands up, cockily smiling at you. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, frowning at the sight of himself in the mirror. His gloss was smeared, and the front of his shirt was soaked with your juices.

"It's kind of crazy, you get so wet, that you can soak the front of my shirt." He grabs a paper towel and dabs his shirt with the paper towel. "How the hell am I supposed to explain this to my manager?" You shrug, fixing yourself in the mirror, your legs feeling like jello as you stood on them. His fingers run through his hair and he tries to style it back to the way it was when the two of you walked into the restaurant. Your curls had fallen but that could be explained, you reapplied your gloss and then reapplied Youngjae's.

"I don't know what to do about your shirt, you could say you were washing your hands and the sink was broke." You pat his cheek, hurrying toward the door. "But we need to get out of here...our food's getting cold." You walk out of the bathroom leaving Youngjae trying to dry his shirt

It was a good ten minutes before Youngjae had come out, and the conversation at the table had resumed just the same as when you sat down with them. Youngjae walks out, bowing his head, upset he hadn't been able to completely dry his shirt. He sits next to you, noticing the steam was still coming off his food. "My shirt, the sink was broke." He lied and you looked at BamBam who threw his hands in the air.

"'I told you guys!" You laugh, BamBam looking around, upset no one had believed him. His maroon shirt was darkened as well as Youngjae's. "The sink was broke." Youngjae spares you a quick glance, a weight lifting off his shoulders. You place your hand on his thigh and set your silverware down. You swallow what was in your mouth and lean over, your lips next to his ear.

"You did so well for me tonight Youngjae made me cum and everything." You glance at the others, playing it off with a small smile, and a tick of your head. "I can't wait till we get home. You know what I do for good boys." You turn forward, picking up your silverware again, resuming to eat, resuming the conversation as if the whole evening of events hadn't happened.

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thewriterofkpop · 3 years ago

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GOT7 with their pregnant wife/ gf who has strict bedrest

JayB

It was already 10 PM when you called your boyfriend from your bedroom.

The young man immediately rushed to the room when he heard your panicked voice call for him.

,,Y/N, what’s wrong?’’ he asked you as he switched on the light to see you crunched over the bed, your right hand holding your abdomen.

You were 35 weeks along so it was still early for your child to come.

,,I… I don’t know. I suddenly woke up in pain…’’ you said as you began to breathe quicker. You were scared.

,,Stay calm, mh? I will call an ambulance, don’t worry…’’ he mumbled, maybe trying to calm himself down too with his words.

And so, while the both of you waited for help to come, he laid back in bed with you, stroking your head and trying to calm you down.

It didn’t take long until the paramedics took both of you and brought you to the hospital.

,,She’s having premature contractions. She needs strict bedrest or else the baby will be born prematurely,’’ the doctor informed him outside of the room while you were sleeping.

The young leader decided to inform his members who immediately offered to come to the hospital.

,,I need someone to pick us up. We came with the ambulance,’’ he wrote into the chat and it didn’t take long until Jinyoung, despite his busy schedule, informed him that he would pick you guys up as soon as you were discharged.

,,I wish I could help you guys,’’ Mark commented.

,,Jinyoung-oppa, your driving skills improved!’’ you laughed when you sat in the car, making him smirk.

At home, two more boys surprised you. Youngjae was cooking for you guys. He was trying at least while BamBam was doing the cleaning.

,,You need strict bed rest. I will do everything so just rest,’’ JayB mumbled as he led you to the couch to lay down.

Mark

Due to your history, the doctor decided early in your pregnancy that you needed strict bedrest, making it impossible for you to even lay a finger because of Mark. Ever since he heard, he was overprotective of you.

Your high blood pressure sometimes gave him sleepless nights as well as nightmares once he could fall asleep.

,,I’m sorry that you moved back with me and are now without your family…’’ he whimpered as he held your hand.

,,It’s okay. Besides, your mother is so nice to me. I actually feel bad that I can’t give her anything in return,’’ you mumbled, stroking his cheek.

,,You’re giving her a grandchild. I believe that she is happy enough,’’ Mark laughed and kissed you.

,,Your parents will come in two weeks and then you won’t be alone so much anymore,’’ he mumbled.

,,You’re always by my side, Mark,’’ you laughed and slowly closed your eyes.

,,What’s wrong?’’ he immediately asked you worriedly.

But luckily you could calm him down soon enough, telling him that you were just sleepy. The reason why he then laid back in bed with you was to make you rest enough...

Jackson

If Jackson had to tell someone when he was the most scared, he would tell them for sure it was the day he got the call.

You were 25 weeks pregnant when his mother called him from home, telling him that you and her were currently at the hospital because you had vaginal bleeding.

No one saw Jackson cry that much more than on that one ride to the hospital.

He felt at fault because he wasn’t there when you needed him. He couldn’t support you when you needed him the most.

If you would have lost your baby at that time, he would have hated himself forever no matter the reason.

But luckily his mother could calm him down once he arrived.

,,It’s okay. We could stop the bleeding,’’ the doctor said, smiling.

Jackson bowed six times and thanked him before he let him finish speaking.

,,We would like her to stay for the night and afterwards she needs strict bed rest.

She is allowed to take quick showers and go to the bathroom. She is also allowed to sit on a chair for up to one hour but nothing more so please make sure that she doesn’t move around,’’ the doctor said.

Jackson promised that he would make sure before he entered the room.

You had red puffy eyes when you turned your head towards the open door.

,,Jackson…’’ you began to sob again.

,,It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here, it’s okay…’’ he whispered and quickly hugged you, kissing your head.

,,You know that you now have to stay in bed the whole pregnancy, yes? So our baby will come to us healthy and well,’’ he whispered as you slowly nodded at him.

,,I was so scared,’’ you whispered as you took his hand in yours.

,,I know, baby, I know… this was the last time, I promise…’’

Jinyoung

,,Congratulations, you guys will become parents of triplets!’’ the doctor said, shocking both of you.

When you first found out that you were pregnant, he was overjoyed and so were you.

But this news changed your feelings.

Your lips began to tremble as you asked again, ,,Triplets?’’

The doctor nodded and pressed her lips together as she noticed how the atmosphere changed.

,,I read that women go into premature labor when they are pregnant with more than one child,’’ you whimpered, making Jinyoung look at you in panic.

,,Yes, that’s true. To prevent this, or better said, to make the pregnancy last longer, we need to put you on bed rest. You are allowed to go shower, to use the toilet, to take short walks of thirty minutes a day in your home, but other than that you need to rest,’’ she explained.

You could feel Jinyoung’s hand entangling yours stronger as he nodded at you. ,,We can do this. Let’s not worry about things that may not happen,’’ he smiled, making you feel assured.

,,You’re right.’’

With that visit, you guys returned home while Jinyoung immediately informed his members.

,,We need two more godfathers,’’ he typed and sent a picture of the babies.

,,Our Jinyoung did so well ~’’ JayB teased him.

Indeed, he was kind of proud, especially when he saw you, his beautiful wife, stroking her belly and looking so happy.

And then it hit him. He needed two more cribs and perhaps a bigger home…?

Youngjae

Your husband smiled sadly at you as you laid on your back, your daughter on his lap as they both observed you.

,,Mommy, why are you always sleeping? Don’t you wanna play with me?’’ she asked her with a whiny voice.

,,Of course I want to, baby,’’ you said and smiled at Youngjae.

If she just knew that three days ago she almost lost her little sibling in your womb…

,,You know, Uncle BamBam said that he had a present for you. He will be here any moment,’’ Youngjae quickly said to change the topic.

And quickly enough, the little girl was overjoyed and even agreed to go and clean up her own room as a lot of toys were around.

,,BamBam… is he coming again to clean?’’ you laughed as your hand rested on your belly.

,,Yes, I told him that I could manage it, but he started arguing with me and so I just accepted. While he is here I will go to the agency quickly and return with groceries and dinner,’’ he told you.

The truth was that three days ago, the both of you had a little argument and so when he went outside to cool off his head, he returned home with your body on the floor.

He felt as if his heart stopped beating that day and when the doctor told him that it was something more than just some dizziness and that you needed bed rest, Youngjae couldn't help but feel bad.

And so he never left your side or let you stay alone for a single moment.

That was one of the reasons why the house wasn’t that clean.

,,Okay, thank you for everything,’’ you sighed and looked at your belly.

,,We both are so grateful, right?’’ you asked your belly and in the next moment, you could see a little foot, making Youngjae chuckle.

BamBam

,,Why the heck are you up?’’ BamBam asked you when he saw you standing in front of the bed.

,,’Cause I went to pee,’’ you answered, kind of annoyed because of your moods.

BamBam nodded and helped you lay back down.

You were currently 37 weeks pregnant and experienced premature labor a few days ago, leaving him scared that anything could go wrong, something he didn’t even want to picture.

,,Actually, BamBam, I’m craving strawberries with ketchup,’’ you whispered, making him look at you in disgust. ,,Really?’’ he asked you again.

But all he saw was your happy face nodding at him.

Indeed, he came back a few moments later, sitting down on the chair next to your bed as he gave you the plate with the strawberries.

,,I think I’ll miss this taste,’’ you laughed, meaning the time once the cravings would stop.

,,Honestly, ever since I saw you last week eat your muesli with zucchini, I wish for these cravings to stop,’’ he told you.

,,Ya! It was so good!’’ you kept teasing him, enjoying the strawberry.

,,Aren’t you sleepy…?’’ He asked you when you yawned the second time, stroking your face.

You nodded and as soon as he began to stroke your hand, you closed your eyes and fell asleep with his soft touch...

Yugyeom

,,You do so well,’’ you teased him as Yugyeom massaged your swollen ankles.

He was actually proud of himself that he was doing so good.

,,I’m happy to help you and our baby,’’ he grinned.

Telling him that you were pregnant was still the happiest memory of this pregnancy.

You told him after work when he came home and his plate said ,,Hello Daddy’’ with Ketchup.

However, this wasn’t an easy pregnancy and so, you were ordered to stay in bed, resting and sleeping.

But since he was allowed to stay at home more than usual, laying down wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

,,My incompetent cervix,’’ you whined, making him look up.

,,It’s okay, we can prevent any risks if we do well. I’m so proud of you!’’ he told you honestly and ended his massage.

,,I will go and bring you some food, okay,? Stay here!’’ he asked you, making you roll your eyes.

,,Ya, Kim Yugyeom-ssi, where the heck am I supposed to go?’’ you asked him, almost yelling at him as he walked away.

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greasygyeom · 7 years ago

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Title: Ocean Tides

By: GreasyGyeom

Summary: I feel it burning me, I feel it burning you. Youngjae x Reader. Fluff.

Note: I’m really scared of posting this because I really hope I did him justice. I love this beaming ray of sunshine so much. Feedback is very welcome. Thank you for reading!!

Playlist: 170923

He saw you by the ocean, lost in a world he felt the need to dive in. You were gazing, far and wide; like your horizon stretched beyond where one blue ended and another began — like it was the black hole and you were making acquaintance with another universe existing inside of it.

He had to know you.

He sat there at a distance and studied you — how your lips curled into a grin, how your eyes narrowed, how your hands moved, how with every gush of fresh air your hair swayed like the branches of a willow.

He had to talk to you.

But he lacked the confidence to walk up to a stranger, no matter how compelled he felt by their presence.

So he simply admired you, till the ocean engulfed the sun whole, till you packed up your belongings and left — till you became nothing more than a fragment existing in his memory.

He went back to his hotel room extremely confused, that evening. Perhaps he should have had more resolve. If he hadn't shrivelled up into his shell, maybe he could have spoken to you, heard your voice. He couldn't stop pondering over the sound of your voice. Whether it was soft and sticky like a caramel-filled chocolate toffee or layered and spongy like a tiramisu.

He hastily shrugged off his thoughts under the rug. It was pointless thinking such things, because now you were just a girl from his memories, who could be existing in her own world, anywhere on the small island.

"Youngjae?" His friend snapped him out of his daydreams. "You okay there? You look a little winded."

"Yeah, I'm okay, just....drifting."

In his mind he was already writing a ballad.

"Let's go get something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry though."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm okay, hyung, really."

He drew himself a bath when he was all by himself again. He needed to forget about you. But all he did instead was write lyrics conveying how much he wished he could have met you, even if for a few seconds. He carried his notebook out into the balcony. The ocean glistened in shades of blue, under the moonlight. It felt like an invisible string had gotten tangled around him and was pulling him towards something unknown.

He wrote until his eyes felt heavy and his throat felt dry, eventually drifting off to sleep, thinking about the song he'd conjured in those few hours.

But something was missing. Something was always missing.

He woke up, jumping out of his bed from a terrifying dream. It was that kind where he thought he was free falling onto the ground from a massive height. His heart was beating out of his chest. He hated dreams like these. They riled him up. He sat in bed shaken for a few seconds - until his phone rang out the silence and he jumped in surprise again.

“Aah. Seriously.” he scolded himself, half laughing. He always got jump scared so easily, all his friends took advantage of it in taking turns to scare him.

It was 9 am already? After almost 8 hours and he, somehow, still managed to feel tired.

He headed down for breakfast as fast as he could. He’d completely forgotten about the meetings he had to attend regarding his solo releases. Even though it was by and large a recreational trip, work never really left him anymore.

“Hyung, you want to go to the beach again?” one of his friends, who’d accompanied him on the trip, asked.

“Maybe, after I get free.” Youngjae replied, trying to focus on his ramen, as you sneaked your way back into his mind.

“Oh you should have really come out last night. It was great.” he continued. “We ate so much food. and there were no cucumbers in anything, so you would have really enjoyed yourself.”

Youngjae wheezed, trying not to be too loud. he really hated cucumbers.

“And there was this girl who was singing at the lounge. She was so good. You would have really liked it.” he said, stuffing his mouth with more kimbap.

And just like that a thought clicked in his mind. He needed a female lead for the song.

That’s what was missing.

He went about his mundane meetings, letting his manager talk for him on most occasions, so he could live in his head a little more.

Every now and then he’d laugh and smile and pretend to show interest in contracts. Then fall right back into the vast ocean of thoughts about you. He was in fact impatient to go to the beach again, hoping that maybe he’d be able to see you again. He was preparing himself either way.

“You worked hard today.” his manager patted him on his back after one particular, excruciatingly long discussion about his intellectual property rights.

“Yeah, you too. What would I do without you.”

“Probably give your skills away for free.”

He laughed out, making some strangers turn around. “No, hyung, I’m not that bad.”

“Listen why don’t you head down to the beach. I’ll take care of everything that is left. It’s not much anyway.”

“Really, are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah go on ahead. I’ll meet you later.”

He excused himself from the building and headed to where his friends were already wreaking a havoc. The beach was his escape from all the worldly things that exhausted him. It had seen all his shades and moods, from childhood to now. It always felt like home.

He walked into the small homely eatery, a few ways away from the main beach, to find his friends sitting around a giant pile of food, on the porch

“Wait… what happened to playing volleyball?” he asked, confused.

“We…. got lazy.” one of them said.

He sat around the edge of the table, on the floor, stuffing his mouth with the samgyupsal his friends had already barbecued. Even though he was fostering this hope that he’d find you again, he couldn’t help but dismiss this optimism at the same time.

Jeju was small, but not that small — or was it?

Somewhere in the distance you could hear a loud bunch of boys. You were agitated, but your mind kept singling out a particular sound. A roaring laugh that reverberated as loud as the thunder but felt as soft as a wind chime.

You looked around to find the source of that laughter, but there was no one in your vicinity who could match it. You went back to gazing at the clouds that passed you by. The sky tuned from a soft blue to a pastel pink with a blink of an eye. The wind played around with your hair and the sea hummed soft lullabies.

There were so many things you needed to forget, from a life that was no longer a part of you. Sitting with your feet buried in the sand and watching the ocean breathe seemed like the only way for you to exorcise your memories.

You’d often heard people express their gratitude towards their families, but never truly understood it. Where you came from, family had meant regular screaming matches and a passive disregard for the other persons feelings. You’d never felt unconditional love, because with your parents there were always some strings attached. That condescending tone, the constant bickering, it never left you.

But you needed it out of your system. You needed years of unhealthy patterns to disintegrate. You needed to move on from the so called blood relationships. So you sat by the shore and purged everything out, one day at a time.

"AH HYUNG HYUNG I AM SORRY!" Someone squealed in the background, in the midst of jovial banter.

“What did you say about Nora liking you more?” a different voice said.

And there it was again, that laugh. It was so loud, but it warmed your heart. You wanted to keep hearing it over and over again. Something about it drew you in, but it died down again after a few moments.

You went back to your clouds, even though you really wanted to find the source of that voice.

"It's going to rain today." You mumbled to yourself, when the sky turned a purplish-grey instead of an orangish-yellow, like it usually did.

Your mind kept returning to that echo that had lit up a fireplace by your heart. It had settled at the pit of your stomach like cocoa powder sedimenting in a cup of hot milk. It had put a smile on your face. You hadn't smiled this genuinely in months.

You got up and walked towards where you thought the vocals we're emanating from. Around 7 boys were sitting by the porch and your curiosity was getting the better of you. They seemed to be enjoying a hearty meal. You caught a glimpse of one of them, but your anxiety shot up when you met his eyes and a switch flipped in your mind. It made you take a sharp u-turn and speed out of his vicinity.

His mind froze. Could that really be her?

You vanished so fast.You didn't stop walking until you were out of the sandy ground and back in your room, all your words still caught up in your throat. The water on your 10th floor window blurred the city out of your vision.

That day it poured down like the skies had parted to let a river descend down on earth.

By the time the boys made it out of the beach, they were completely drenched. They walked leisurely in the rain, playing around in the puddles.

“Youngjae, why didn’t you talk to her?”

“Huh? who?” he squinted. He could barely see, and the cold wind was getting into his bones.

“That girl.”

So she was really there.

“She left so quickly.”

“She was staring at you for at least one minute before she bolted.”

“Aah, Jinyoung hyung don’t lie.”

“I’m not. Ask any of them.”

“She looked a lot like the singer from last night…no?” a very tall boy chimed in.

“Aah, seriously guys stop teasing me like this. I’m really cold. I’m going ahead.” Youngjae said, and sprinted through the blinding downpour.

It wasn’t like him to react this way, but he also wasn’t in the mood for jokes. You were so close and he did nothing to stop you.

The hotel floors were overflowing with janitors and a sudden influx of drenched guests dragging their muddy feet through the floors. Youngjae absent-mindedly made his way to his room. For the first time, in the thousands of trips they had taken together, he’d gotten a separate room for himself. He changed out of his rain-soaked attire, his mind once again heavily lost, in thoughts of you.

He felt a little foolish, for not following up on his own words. But he never thought he’d actually see you again. He’d walked through the whole beach, before meeting up with his friends, hoping he’d find you gazing at the lazy sky. He never expected you to walk up to him. He didn’t even get to know what you were looking for — because he knew you were looking for something.

Staring blankly at the piece of paper he'd been composing on, all of yesterday, he realised he'd let you just slip by twice. It didn’t please him, because cause he wasn't sure if he'd even get another chance.

But he did.

That evening he got dragged down to the lounge, by everyone.

"You came here with us to spend time with yourself?”

He couldn't really say no after that implied tone.

Youngjae tried his best to stay in the conversational loop, nodding and laughing, all the while trying to catch stray thoughts as they jumped in loops around his head.

"Oh oh! See I was right! It was her!"

The high pitch his friend spoke in startled him as he re-focussed his eyes on the dimly lit stage, now occupied by a small body. His eyes widened.

It felt like the day on the beach when he first saw you sitting in the sand. You still looked like you were in the deep sea, swimming with orcas.

The host announced your name but he couldn't quite catch it. His attention remained on you.

Your eyes flickered as the audience blurred into a black mass. Internally your mind and body were shaking, but externally you looked at peace.

"It's okay, sing." You told yourself, as your cue inched closer with every second. Everything became irrelevant the moment your voice left your throat.

Caramel. You sounded like the taste of a caramel on his tongue.

He forgot himself in you for those forty five minutes and unconsciously hummed along; mentally preparing himself to find some courage. Hearing you sing so beautifully somehow both intimidated and soothed him. When your set came to an end, he got up from his seat, clapping hysterically.

Maybe the third time was really the charm.

"Youngjae-ya she'll leave again. Go."

"Hyung, I can't do it."

"If you don't go I will take you with me to the haunted house tomorrow."

“No, no. I'm not doing either of these things, Mark hyung" he whined and sat back down.

"Haunted house, tomorrow."

"No."

"Then go talk to her."

"Maybe layer," he negotiated, not noticing a masked human creeping up right next to his face.

“Psst…Youngjae”, the man whispered in a deep rumble.

Unaware of the close proximity, Youngjae turned his head and yelped rather loudly at the view. He slipped from his chair and fell on Mark — half screaming, half laughing.

There it was again. That same ring in the air. That thunderous wind chime. Was it all in your head, because you seemed to be hearing it everywhere you went. you turned around while walking towards the back of the stage and hear more muffled laughs. When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you see group of people huddled near a boy dangling on another person. Was the laughter coming from there? It seemed unlikely. You dismissed your wavering thoughts and hurried off the stage, for the next singer to set up.

While Youngjae regained his breath after that jump-scare he’d been given, Jinyoung casually commented, “Oops, she’s gone.”

He sighed heavily, getting up from Mark’s lap. “It’s fine guys. I — wouldn’t know what to say to her anyway.”

“She’s still there hyung, just go tell her you like her voice. It’s not like it’s a lie.”

“I’ll really take you to the horror house, Youngjae.”

“Aah, no. Okay fine, I’m going.”

When you saw someone walk towards you, you wished the earth would open up and swallow you whole. A lot of people often came up to you and praised your singing, but you never once got comfortable with the idea of interacting with strangers. Not that you were a thankless ingrate… just a shy introvert.

You plastered that smile on your face — the one you had practiced for months now, to somewhat hide your insecurities.

Your heart skipped a tiny beat when he stood in close proximity to you. He didn’t make you the kind of nervous you were expecting. It was a different feeling altogether. Like you both were made from the same stardust and were only just meeting now. Your insides were fluttering.

"You have a beautiful voice." He said, nervously. He didn't say you were an excellent singer or that your range and hold was impeccable. It was a much deeper appreciation.

You fumbled through your words to thank him.

“I never found out what you were looking for though."

You looked at him, puzzled by the question, but then your cheeks flushed a bight red with embarrassment. Your memory rebooted itself. You remembered where you’d seen him before.

“I —

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." He dismissed himself hastily, before adding, "I'm Youngjae.”

You semi-giggled because of the wide smile on his face.

"I'm Fawn and don't worry. I just... am like this"

There was something different about him. He felt like the sun that had been shining on you during your escape visits to the beach - soft and healing.

"Do you want to.... maybe go to the garden or something, if you have time?"

You nod, you had all the time in the world.

He laughed, shyly, tucking his brownish hair behind his ear.

It really was him.

You felt a warmth spread over your limbs. The laughs finally had a face. It felt unreal but you were relieved - at least it wasn't a figment of your imagination. You weren't that crazy, yet.

Every bench in the park was empty but you went and sat on the grass. It was easier to lay down and stare at the skies.

It was surprisingly easy to talk to him and he heard you out with utmost attention - about your music and career, your influences, your background; he wanted to know everything he could, in a single night.

"Are you here for a vacation?" You asked, looking into his eyes — they seemed to hold answers to the universe, answers you'd been seeking for so long. You got lost in them.

Several minutes passed and neither of you said anything.

You ran your fingers on his cheeks, like you were under a spell. There was a small mole under his eye, it made you smile again.

"What?" He gently questioned.

"Nothing."

He took your hand in his, his heart ready to jump out of his chest. "I'm here for business and vacation. I'll be gone soon."

"Hmm, me too."

"Will you sing with me?” he blurted, immediately regretting saying it.

"You want me to sing with you? You sing?"

“I’m….. yeah, kind of.”

He explained to you the nature of his work and waited expectantly for a positive response. You contemplated for a few seconds, just to cause him some agony. He looked like a lost puppy with his eyebrows furrowed in that manner.

You eventually said yes. His eyes lit up even brighter than they had been all this while. You couldn't quite explain it but he somehow made everything better.

"You still haven't told me though."

"What?"

"What did you come looking for? To the shed?"

You took in a deep breath. "You. I came looking for you."

He tilted his head at you, his eyes focused on your lips, and captured you in a deep, gentle, loving kiss.

The ocean tides wrapped you in a blanket of calm, as did he, with his arms now coiled around you.

“I’m glad you found me first.” he said, holding you tightly.

You smiled at the stars shining over you and gave him a peck on his cheek.

“I’m glad too.”

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hcuyk · 3 years ago

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synopsis. eric has lived across the country for three years, preventing you from seeing your best friend, until the day he throws a party at his house in your hometown—without inviting you

pairing. childhoodfriend!eric x gn!reader

genres. childhood friends to strangers, angst, some humor/fluff, overall hurt fic

warnings. alcohol intake, profanities, idk this was really poorly written :( bumblebee is used as a term of endearment (get it cause...the b...anyway...)

word count. 3.3k

perspective. second person omniscient

author's note. a fic dedicated to elle (mavericsohn), a beloved moot that i never show enough appreciation for. with every fic i release, you're always praising me and sharing your thoughts, something i'm so incredibly grateful for, and i really do hope this fic makes up for all my lackluster responses when you're the sweetest person on earth :(( also i really miss eric

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In a life where you’ve spent eighteen out of twenty-one years together, you would think that the recent three would be nothing to you.

After all, what’s three years without your best friend when you’ve known him since birth?

The expression is often used as an exaggeration, but it’s true for the relationship you’ve had with Eric. His parents and yours have attended the same college and have been friends ever since, so it came as no surprise when they brought their eight-month-old son to meet the newly borned you in the hospital.

Of course, you both didn’t become friends right away. You just came out of the womb and Eric couldn’t even form words, but that never stopped him years later from stealing you from his parents and taking you to the wishing well in his backyard.

Being the rebellious toddler he is, he’s thought about dumping you down there multiple times, but being the bright-headed kid he is, he sat you down right beside him in the grass and chatted with you. He himself was barely capable of making conversation, but senseless babbling while you shoved your fist in your mouth as a response seemed like bonding to him.

Eventually, when your family started visiting his more often, he somehow managed to snatch you and run away into the backyard without getting caught. The same thing would happen where he talks about utter nonsense to a three-year-old kid, but you would gurgle and clap at whatever he said, so he considered it a win.

And those meetups continued for years on end. You’d join him after school and toss your backpack by his front door before racing him to the wishing well. His backyard holds many memories from playing tag to crying in each other’s arms, and you always believed it to be your second home.

Granted, after years of spending every second together, developing feelings for him became inevitable. The dopey grin he wears whenever he’s around you always makes you ponder what it’ll feel like to have your lips on it. You always thought about holding the hands that would tickle you whenever you lied to his face, but alas, as most do in their teenage years, you kept your feelings from him.

Even when friends of his would run up to you, begging you if you had feelings for him because god, he wouldn’t shut up about you. He never could, and despite knowing about him reciprocating your feelings, you stayed silent and so did he. Maybe it was the fear of weakening the strong relationship you already have with him, so none of you bothered to make a move. Nothing would change, anyway.

Well, that was until your college acceptance letters arrived. You had gotten into your dream college while Eric got rejected with each one. He was devastated, and he truly wondered where he had gone wrong, but his parents managed to get him a well paying job for him despite only having a high school diploma.

Unfortunately, this job took place across the country.

It doesn’t seem so bad because long distance relationships happen very often, so you knew you’d have no problem keeping in contact with your best friend for the time period in college. You both agreed on you moving over to where he lived once you graduated, but as years pass, the idea seems impossible with how much you two have been drifting.

Despite having each other’s numbers and social media pages, time zones turned out to play a big role in your relationship. It had no problem putting a stone wall between the two of you, preventing you both from interacting with one another. Eric lived a busy life in New York City while you struggled with your studies in UCLA.

Even when you received summer and winter breaks, Eric got none of that. Not in the position he’s in where he could get fired at any moment in time, therefore never being able to travel across the country for you.

So it surprises you one night when you’re driving down his street to find his house blaring with music and flashing colors. Your parents informed you of the house being vacant for the week since Eric’s parents will be out in Florida, but you’re starting to doubt their words. You park your car across the street and jog to his doorstep, curiosity controlling every muscle in your being.

You knock on the door, and shockingly you’re met with the face of Haknyeon Ju, a close friend of Eric’s from middle school.

“Hey!- Oh my god, Y/N, is that you?”

“Hi Haknyeon,” you warmly greet.

“I didn’t think you’d come! Eric’s inside the kitchen, by the way,” he says, stepping to the side to allow you in.

But you can only stand there frozen, baffled as you stare at him.

“...I’m…I’m sorry, but Eric? Eric is here?”

“It is his going away party, Y/N. And his house,” he says with a chuckle.

“Going away party?”

Haknyeon then pauses. His face falls as he looks at you with an open mouth, speechless.

“You…you didn’t know about Eric, did you?”

You purse your lips and hang your head, kicking the feet beneath you. “No. I’m just-...I’m just going to go, yeah? It’s nice seeing you.”

“Right back at you,” he says, nodding solemnly. He gives you a pitiful smile before closing the door, leaving you alone with the cold nipping at your skin.

You contemplate on what to do because the person you’ve been wanting to see for years is in the house in front of you, and you feel your legs becoming wobbly.

So instead of walking to your car, you decide to wander your way into his backyard, coming face to face with the wishing well. You smile as you stand in front of it, fingers grazing over the stone.

You’re so distracted that you don’t even hear the door open, but your head turns at the sound of steps crashing down the stairs of his porch.

And for the first time in three years, you lock eyes with your so-called ‘best friend’.

He holds two bottles of beer in his hands yet no smile approaches his lips. He doesn’t run to hug you or greet you with a wave.

“Hey Bumblebee,” he murmurs, a nickname you’ve always been fond of until now.

You’re unable to reject the opened bottle of beer when he holds it out in front of you, and you already down a huge chunk of it. He watches with amusement before leaning against the wishing well, propping one of his arms up against the ledge before taking a sip of the alcoholic drink.

“Thanks,” you grumble after drying your lips with your sleeve, avoiding looking him in the eye. If you did so, you’d probably fall into tears right then and there.

“No problem.”

It’s silent for a few minutes, and you swear this has been the quietest you’ve both ever been around the wishing well. Part of you regrets not leaving right when you found out he was here, but another part of you wanted to drop the cold act just to pull him in your arms and hug him until the end of time.

“So, you’re here,” Eric says, attempting to spark conversation without addressing the elephant standing between you two.

“I’m here,” you respond, fingers tapping against the glass bottle. “And so are you.”

“And so am I,” he repeats, chuckling. He shuts up immediately after, realizing that he shouldn’t have laughed. His face falls, and he’s back to chewing on his lips, hesitant on how to push forward with the conversation.

“Apparently you’ve been here for a while now, haven’t you?” With a snort, you take another sip of the beverage, no longer caring about how you’ll have to drive home drunk. It’s something you’d never consider doing, but getting into a car crash sounds just about ideal for the predicament you’re currently situated in.

Eric unwillingly nods, following your actions with a large gulp on his side.

“For two weeks,” he says afterwards.

You then scoff, shaking your head as you press your back against the stone. You look at the booming house in front of you, just in pure disbelief that you both have been in the same city all this time, and he’s mentioned nothing about it to you.

“Two weeks. You’ve been back from New York for two weeks, and your best idea was to leave me on read,” you say out loud, trying to understand the words that have just left your mouth.

“Y/N…”

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“Just hear me out, plea-”

“I don’t see you for three years, three years, and then suddenly I have to find out that you’re back home throwing a going away party when I didn’t even know you were here to begin with? For fourteen whole fucking days too. You’ve been here for fourteen days, and neither you nor my parents said dogshit about it. What’s up with that? Oh, and don’t get me started on you thinking you can win me over with a bottle of beer because it’s not working.” You toss the bottle onto the ground out of anger, staring up at the sky as you nod in defeat. “I wouldn’t even have known you were here if I didn’t drive down your street.”

You want to leave, no longer able to meet him in the eye, but your feet remain rooted to the ground, the drink you’ve thrown meeting the soles of your shoe.

Eric stares down at the bottle in his hands, ashamed.

“I missed you,” he whispers, and it’s the quietest his voice has ever been. You almost miss it too, but thankfully you’re adamant on wanting to hear him say something, to hear his stupid reasoning behind why he’s been avoiding you.

“I just don’t get it. I really thought, after all these years, I meant something to you.”

“...Y/N-”

“I sit at home wishing that I could spend my winter break with you, hell just one day with you, only to be slapped in the face and be laughed at-”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N!” He slams his bottle on the ledge of the well, breathing heavily. “What don’t you understand? I. Missed. You.” His voice comes out louder than ever, startling you with how stern he is.

He angrily runs his fingers through his hair, clutching onto his roots as he looks down the well, unable to face you as he struggles to stand in his spot.

And that’s when you realized the reasoning behind his actions.

“If-...If we met up during my time here, things would get worse. Things would get so much worse because I missed you so much, Y/N.”

He chews on his lower lip as he prevents himself from screaming at you. He’s broken, and that much is visible when he looks at you. His eyes are glossed with his tears, shimmering brightly under the moonlight as he begs for you to understand.

“I was going to disappear, and I don’t have the heart to do that to you. I can’t bear to spend more time with you only to lose you again. I don’t want to hurt you either. Missing you already hurts enough.”

He sighs and leans against the well, arms crossed as he stares off into the distance, whispering.

“Nothing hurts more than sitting around, missing someone you love with your entire heart.”

When you don’t say a word, Eric looks your way and tilts his head. He then drops his eyes to the ground, embarrassed after outwardly admitting his feelings. The stars regain his attention, so he drags his gaze back up to the sky.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

You don’t respond, only standing there as you try to understand everything you’ve just faced.

So he reaches into his back pocket and makes a show out of pulling out his wallet, grabbing a penny before tossing it into the well behind him.

“Can’t believe you just wasted a penny like that,” you mutter. “That’s not how that phrase works, anyway.”

“It’s not a waste if you tell me your thoughts, now would it?” He puts away his wallet and picks up the glass bottle, offering it to you. “Plus, it’s a wishing well for a reason, and I just so happened to have wished for your thoughts.”

“I’m drunk, you know.” You thank him quietly and take the bottle from his hands, truly just wanting to clear your brain with the drink he’s provided.

“Tipsy,” he corrects. “It’s clear you have a high alcohol tolerance if you’re still able to process your thoughts, and you’re thinking.”

“What gives it away?” you retort.

“Oh, well, maybe it’s the fact you never think, so it’s easy to tell when you are.”

“Oh fuck off.” You shove his shoulder and roll your eyes, and he’s laughing, discreetly wiping away his tears from earlier before taking the bottle back from you.

“Maybe you’ve had too much to drink.”

“I thought I was thinking.”

“You are thinking.”

“...God, you’re impossible to decipher.”

“I’m told that a lot,” he hums, bringing the bottle to his lips. He finishes the rest of what’s inside before looking at you, analyzing your features before speaking up again.

“Your eyebrows bunch up and you tend to blink a lot when you think. Plus, your nose does that little scrunch when you lie.”

“No it doesn’t!” you retaliate, and then you put your arms out in front of you.

He laughs and shakes his head.

“I’m not going to tickle you.”

“You always say that and then you do,” you whine.

“Bring it up again, and I might as well consider it.”

You huff and retract your arms, keeping them by your side before folding them over your chest.

“I missed this,” you murmur, chuckling as you drop your head. “I missed you.”

Eric purses his lips and sets the bottle aside.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I would’ve done the same thing if I was in your position.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“...Bumblebee.”

“...Hm?” You turn your head to look at him.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

His words hang in the air, and the seriousness radiating from his tone breaks your heart in half. But you know he’s right.

“I know,” you whisper.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I don’t want you to miss me anymore.”

“I know.”

“Yeah?” Eric looks at you.

“Yeah.” You kick at the bottle you threw earlier, watching it roll over the grass before slowing to a halt. “I don’t want to hurt you either, but…isn’t it going to hurt more?”

“What do you mean?”

“We can’t do this anymore, right?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s going to hurt, Eric. It’s going to hurt a lot.”

“I know.”

“But I don’t want it to hurt. I don’t want you hurting because of it.”

“It won’t hurt either of us. You’re strong, okay? And so am I.”

“But what if it does hurt more than sitting around, missing you?” you ask, spinning towards him. “What then?”

“It won’t, okay?” he says, looking straight into your eyes. “Trust me, it won’t. I believe in you, I believe in us.”

You look up at the sky, realizing it’ll be the last day where you’ll stand under the same stars as him. You shake your head in disbelief, not ready to say goodbye so soon.

“Hey, Bumblebee, look at me. It’s not going to hurt, trust me.”

Upon hearing what he said, you raise a shaking hand and jut out your pinky finger, a gesture you’ve done ever since you could speak. Eric looks at you, nostalgia hitting him all at once.

“Promise me. Promise me it won’t hurt,” you say, voice wavering as you stare at him.

“It won’t hurt, I promise.”

He wraps pinky around yours, locking it in place.

Now is the part where you two pull away. It’s the part where you erase each other from each other’s lives after twenty-one years of being head over heels for each other, but Eric looks at you with eyes you’ve missed so much. Your heart is thumping in your chest as he stands in front of you, movements stilled.

Then, out of nowhere, Eric tugs on your pinky, making you tumble forward before smashing his lips onto yours, giving you the kiss he’s always wanted to gift you.

Your eyes are left wide and stunned before you have them closing shut, letting go of his pinky to toss your arms around his neck. His hands meet your waist as he leans into the kiss.

You both know this is wrong because it’s only going to make everything worse, it’s going to hurt once you both pull away and say your goodbyes, but you can’t help but clutch onto what you’ve always wanted before you both disappear from each other’s lives.

He parts for air, but you immediately pull him back, not daring to hold back your tears from molding your lips with his. He keeps you close against his torso, but then he pulls away because he knows he’s wrong.

And then he sees the tears streaming down your face, noticing the severity of his actions. His eyes widen, shocked with what he’d just done.

“I’m so, so sorry, Y/N. Please don’t cry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-” He cups your cheeks and presses his forehead against yours. “I’m so dumb, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it-...”

“I missed you so much,” you sob, fingers clutching onto his shirt.

“I missed you too,” he says, drying your cheeks with the pads of his fingers. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I’m sorry-”

You press your lips against his, wanting to shut him up from spewing any more apologies.

“There,” you say after pulling away, sniffing. “You kissed me once, and I kissed you twice. Now stop apologizing, please.”

“But I initiated it…Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry,” he pushes himself away from you, scared that he’ll make things worse.

“Forget it,” you murmur, tightly wrapping your arms around yourself. “Just forget it, Sohn. We’re strong, remember?”

“Right.”

“You promised.”

“I did.”

“So it won’t hurt.”

“It’ll only sting.”

“Sting?” You laugh at his choice of words, making him unintentionally smile.

“Yeah, sting. It’s going to hurt, but it’ll heal with time. That’s what I promise.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding. “I believe you.”

“It’ll be okay,” he whispers. “We’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay,” you say under your breath, telling yourself that repeatedly. You look back at the party going on indoors, smiling bitter at the sight. You take a few steps back, and it’s too late to stop. “We’ll be okay.”

“Yeah. Just a sting.”

It’s the last thing you hear before you turn around, making your exit. No goodbyes, nothing. You run across the street and into the driver’s seat of your car, locking yourself inside. You stare blankly at the dashboard in front of you before falling into cries, head resting against the steering wheel as you drown in your sobs.

When you leave Eric’s vision, he impulsively grabs the bottle from beside him and tosses it down the well. The sound of it shattering into pieces perfectly represents his heart, and he falls to his knees, finally releasing the tears he’s been holding in ever since he saw you.

For twenty-one years, the world has always told him that he’s never been worthy of you.

And for the first time in his life, he listened.

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soultiesblog · 10 months ago

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kookieschronicles-blog · 7 years ago

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POOL DAY ~ Choi YoungJae x Reader

I wrote this originally for a book I have going on my wattpad at the moment but thought it might be okay enough to post here? if you want check out the lame books I write:

MY WATTPAD

SHIP/TYPE: YoungJae x Reader

CATEGORY: Fluff

WARNINGS: offensive humour?

WORD COUNT : 900 words

Sure ill be there in half an hour!

I put my phone down on the bed and opened my wardrobe.

"I don't really want to wear a bikini I'm wayyyy to self conscious to wear them around the boys, especially YoungJae, maybe a one piece, yeah good idea," I said aloud not realising.

"Going out?" My best friend leaned against the doorway to my room.

"Yeah going to the pool with a couple friends be back later, feel free to have dinner without me if I'm out too late.

"Oooooo saucy." She smirked.

"What des that even mean?" I grabbed out my one piece, an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts, and headed to the bathroom passing my roommate.

"Nothing, just don't come back pregnant." She moved out the way letting me through.

"Omg you know what I'm not even going to reply." I screamed form in the bathroom trying to put the bathers on.

"You just did." I could hear her yelling from the bathroom.

"Omg." I walked out of the bathroom back into the bedroom grabbing my ba with stuff in it and grabbing my phone just before walking into the kitchen

Just about to leave now be there soon

"Anyways I'm leaving, i'll try not to get pregnant." A sarcastic smirk came over my face but a this point I didn't care.

"Good." She barley spoke through the noodles that were in her mouth.

"BYEE!" I yelled as I shut the door and headed for the boys.

.....

"YOUR'E HERE!" I could hear Bambam before I could see any of the boys, how does he do that.

"SHES HERE SHES HERE." Now I could hear Yugyeom, yep they were here.

I walked around the corner and saw the boys in the pool, and my face turned red. Marks and Jacksons tops were white, which = see through.

But more importantly Youngjae's oversized shirt was wet, so it started to slip off his shoulder and I saw a lot.

"(y/n)!" Youngjae shouted as he got out of the pool with a giant flamingo. That hair flip could kill anyone.

...

The day had started to come to an end and the boys asked if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Pleaassseeeeeee!" Bambam begged then smirked. this seemed fishy.

"You totally should! right Mark?" Jackson kicked Mark to get him to pay attention, but to what? Jackson was smirking too this wasn't good.

"Yeah totally." He rubbed the back of his neck. I could see how my best friend liked him, now to get them together...

after more pestering I finally gave in and headed off to dinner with them.

"Hey boys can you come with me I have a new song to show you, Youngjae you can stay I've already showed you the song." Jinyoung came out form inside the house just before we headed off to dinner.

"Butttt Hyungggg." Jackson and Bam started to whine.

"Now." Jinyoung ordered heading back inside with the boys following after him.

Now it was just me and Youngjae. My heart stopped.

"I knew something was up." I could see Youngjae was nervous so I decided to try and start conversation.

"What?"

"The boys have been smirking and now were alone together.." I started to Drabble on before Youngjae interrupted me.

"you're smart. but um I was wondering if we could talk about something." Oh god Youngjae did the same neck thing Mark did but somehow even better.

"Okay." I had to physically force that word out my mouth."

"Im going to be heading to America soon, I have to do some voice training but the boys don't know, don't tell them okay I don't want them worrying."

"Yeah of course, you know you can always trust me right." I put my hand on his back. Then the scariest thing in the world happened. he took my hand from his back and intertwined his hand with mine. I didn't say anything he probably didn't even mean anything of it.

"I know, which is why I have a couple things to ask you."

oh god.

"Shoot."

"Well I was wondering if you weren't busy would you want to come with me, you don't have to do training of course." He sighed a breath of relief, but it wasn't over yet.

"You don't have to answer right away either I don't leave for two weeks, and the second thing was.." It went quiet. awkward for sure but somehow I wasn't around him.

Instead of Youngjae asking his second question his lips suddenly met mine. my soul left me, that was the day my soul left me.

"Yes." I happened to smile as our lips disconnected.

"huh?" He couldn't stop smiling like a lunatic either.

"I will go out with you, I'm just assuming you wanted to ask me out... and if you didn't this has now become very very awkward. Also ill come to America with you."

"im glad you're coming to America, but the second question I was going to ask is if you had any gum.." It went silent. Until his infectious laugh started.

"Im joking, yes I was going to ask you out and.."

"HAS IT HAPPENED YET?" JB yelled from around the corner.

"YEAH HAS IT?" Bambam followed, the boys all came out from around the corner.

"Yes." The word escape my lips again, with my hand still intertwined in Younjae's.

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luciathcv · 10 months ago

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why do i even like him? - ksw

summary: your brother's best friend is a real asshole but yet you still like him || warnings: sunwoo is a little mean and he makes reader cry || genre: fluff at the end, slight angst ig, somewhat enemies to lovers?, brothers best friend trope || word count: approximately 500

sunwoo was your older brother's best friend

and he was an asshole

and like, maybe it wouldn't suck as much if he wasn't always around

oh, and also if you didn't have a huge crush on him..

but honestly, you don't even know why you like him

because like i said...

he's an asshole

for example, he has a.. habit (if you want to even call it that) of pulling your hair

not like aggressively per se

but like.. here i'll paint the picture

you'll be walking through your house

and well, like i said, sunwoo is always around so he's there

he'd come up behind you while heading to the living room where your brother was waiting for him to play some video games

and he'd gently tug your hair before walking past you

you'd look over at him, giving him a dirty look

even tho on the inside the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy

another thing he does is he'll literally steal your food

like???

you're sitting there at lunch, enjoying your food that you spent your hard earned money on

suddenly, sunwoo and your brother enter the room

sunwoo goes over to you and takes a bite of the food without even asking

"thanks" was all he'd say before leaving

meanwhile you're left furious

honestly why did you even like him

he'd constantly tease you as well

he'd make fun of your heights, your voice, the way you dressed, your attitude, etc.

it was only because he found all of those things cute tho but you didn't nor anyone else needed to know that

one day though, he'd went a little too far with his teasing

you ended up crying

he immediately felt bad when he saw you crying

but of course, he had to act like it didn't affect him...

you went to your room and continued to cry

after some time, there was a knock at your door

you hesitantly went to your door, expecting it to be your brother

but instead you were met with sunwoo

you were about to shut the door in his face but he stopped it, holding his hand out immediately and keeping it open

"i went too far.. i'm sorry." he'd apologize

"yeah, you did." you'd glare at him

there were a few moments of silence

"i never wanted to make you cry." sunwoo would tell you

you'd look up at him, but honestly, what could you say to that?

he wouldn't say anything as he just sighed and pulled you in for a hug

you'd be a little tense at first before finally just giving in

it was quite comforting you must admit

after a little bit, you'd pull away

all of the sudden, completely unexpectedly... he'd lean in and kiss you

you didn't kiss him back right away since you were shocked

but once you realized what was going on, you couldn't help but melt into the kiss

eventually, you'd pull away

"you're an asshole, you know that?" you'd ask

"yeah, i know.." was all he'd respond with

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spacequokka · 3 years ago

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Beautiful Thing | 05

Pairing: Jackson x Reader, Future GOT7 x Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Soulmate AU, Poly AU Rating: T (explicit language) Summary: After a horrible first impression, Jackson presses for a second chance. He treats you to a meal in a cozy diner. Word Count: 5.0k Warnings: None.

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The crack of the door echoed throughout the ballroom right as Jackson stepped in from backstage. There was a floral scent in the air and it didn’t belong to either Jaebeom or Jinyoung. He checked his phone again before looking at them. They both had a peculiar look on their faces, something akin to shock or surprise.

“No one’s come in here, right?” He asked, mostly to confirm you hadn’t been in yet.

“Wow,” Jaebeom whispered in wonder.

His question pulled them out of their stupor. Jinyoung turned on him. “You invited her here?”

“Her?” Jackson’s eyes widened. “Did I miss her?” Over Jinyoung’s shoulder, he spotted a black lanyard on the carpet, plastic catching the lights overhead. “_____.” He pushed past them and picked it up.

“Why in the hell would you invite her here?” Jinyoung continued, voice rising with each word. He turned to Jaebeom and tapped his arm. “Didn’t you talk to him? I thought you talked to him. I thought this wasn’t an issue anymore.”

Jaebeom covered his face with his hand. “About that…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Jinyoung spun away with a pained grimace. “You two, I swear.” As Jinyoung pulled at his hair with a loud groan, Jackson briefly felt guilty. He hated when anyone came between them, disrupting their peaceful dynamic, but it was worse when it was another member. Family was everything to him. The group was everything to him.

But where did that leave you?

“I just wanted to meet her once. That’s it.” Jackson held the badge to his heart and looked towards the door. It’d be too risky to go after you. Maybe— He pulled up your contact and dialed your number.

“What are you doing?” Jinyoung peeked at Jackson’s phone and swore. “Are you insane?”

It rang and rang. “Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.” Why would you leave without speaking to him? Did you change your mind? Did seeing everything make it too real, too much to deal with? Were you not okay with the situation? Were you not okay with him? Your voice broke through, but it was the voicemail. He tried again, but this time it rang once before going to voicemail. “Shit.”

“Jackson,” Jinyoung reached for the phone, but Jackson twirled away. “You’re going to ruin this for the rest of us! If they catch you talking to this woman, we’ll all go down with you. Is that what you want? All of us having to hire lawyers to go to court to try to defend ourselves because you can’t think straight?”

“I am thinking straight. If this was so bad, why isn’t he,” Jackson pointed at Jaebeom, “trying to stop me? Huh?” Jinyoung looked back at Jaebeom who was watching them, looking as tired as he felt. As Jackson said, he stayed put and watched them struggle.

“What - why?” Jinyoung continued to reach for the phone with little success against Jackson’s energy. “Get over here!”

Jaebeom closed his eyes and let out a huff. “Jin, if he meets her, he’ll stop.” He shrugged as his gaze fell to the floor between them. “If it’s just once, then what’s the harm?”

“You know it won’t be just once!” Jinyoung gave up and turned to Jaebeom fully, face twisted in confusion and annoyance. “And once is all it takes for this,” he gestured at the ballroom they stood in, “to disappear.”

Jackson quickly typed out a message:

[Jackson]: _____? Please come back. Give me a chance to explain.

[Jackson]: Please.

[Jackson]: I want to apologize face to face.

“Does none of this bother you?” Jaebeom asked, lifting his gaze slowly until he was looking Jinyoung in the eyes. “A soulmate is a big thing. This whole thing is wrong, but we’re doing it. Why?”

“We’re increasing our fanbase and reinforcing our bond with the fans we already have!” Jinyoung whisper yelled. “You sat in on those meetings just like I did. You know why we’re doing this, so why are you asking this now?”

“Because,” Jaebeom glanced at Jackson who was staring at his phone with a frown, “I think I’ve had a change of heart.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Now? Now? We have hundreds of fans in the next room and suddenly you have a conscience? Where was that when you signed the contract? Him included! We all knew what we were doing when we said yes to this shit. Now isn’t the time to change your mind!”

“I know that!” Jaebeom yelled, then lowered his voice. “I know that, Jin. I wanted to say something just now. I just don’t know what I should say. You’re right. He’s right. Hell, even she’s right!”

“Who’s right?” A voice called out from behind them. They turned to find the other members except for Youngjae coming in. BamBam stepped up to Jaebeom and Jinyoung, waiting for an answer.

“Our ‘soulmate.’ She came here because Jackson invited her.” Jinyoung glared at Jackson.

As if on cue, Jackson’s phone chirped, signaling an incoming message:

[💚Soulmate💚]: I don’t think that’s a good idea.

[💚Soulmate💚]: Jinyoung made it clear I wasn’t welcome.

“What?” Jackson stared at your words, reading them over and over until it clicked. “What did you say to her?”

Jinyoung turned to Jackson. “Does it matter? She’s not coming back, right?”

Yugyeom went to Jackson’s side and looked at the screen. “It doesn’t seem like it.” He put an arm around Jackson’s shoulders. “After all of that hard work you put into convincing her to come.” Though his words alone could have been mistaken for sarcasm, the look of sorrow in his eyes was sincere. “I was hoping I’d get a chance to see her, maybe say hi.”

“A chance to see—” Jinyoung did a double-take. “You knew about this?”

Yugyeom nodded with a smirk. “Yep. Didn’t you notice how nice he’s been to me?”

Jackson’s mouth dropped open though his eyes never left his phone. “I’m always nice to you.”

“Hm, nicer then. He’s been nicer to me.” He shrugged.

“I thought something was up,” Mark said. “I didn’t think much of it since you two are always up to something.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yugyeom tilted his head to the side.

“That’s beside the point.” BamBam shook his head. “Dude, you’re still talking to her? I thought that stopped.”

“As did I.” Jinyoung crossed his arms. “And Jaebeom’s okay with this.”

“What?” Mark looked between Jinyoung and Jaebeom. “How can you say nothing? We all would be in trouble if he’s caught!”

“Who’s getting caught?” Youngjae asked as he took a spot next to Mark.

“Jackson. He’s still talking to that girl.” Jinyoung supplied.

“What. Did. You. Say.” Jackson gritted out. “She’s not responding to me. She never ignores me.”

“It doesn’t matter what I said! As long as she leaves you alone, then everything’s fine.”

“Everything isn’t fine! You’re being a narrow-minded jerk.” Jackson took a step towards Jinyoung, and Yugyeom shifted into a defensive stance, ready to intervene. “While the jerk part is like you, the narrow-mindedness isn’t. You won’t even hear me out!”

“Because this is ridiculous. You know what will happen if anyone besides us finds out what you’re doing! We have too much at stake to let some random outside person get close. You’re always doing dumb shit like this.”

“Guys, come on. Let’s calm down for a second.” BamBam moved in between the two. Jaebeom moved with him but took an extra step back so that he stood next to Jackson and Yugyeom. “W-what? Hyung, what are you doing?”

Jaebeom pressed his lips into a thin line. “If it were me, I’d want the chance to explain things to my soulmate. These things aren’t cheap. And…” He sighed, “what kind of leader would I be if I condoned lying to the one person meant for me? There should have been a clause in the contract for situations like this. Like a nondisclosure agreement or something.”

“I agree!” Yugyeom piped in. “I know we agreed to do this, but I don’t think any of us really thought about it. What if your soulmate has cancer and is dying? Why can’t we spend what little time they do have with them? Why assume we’d automatically want to date or be romantic with them? No one said soulmates have to be intimate and stuff.” Yugyeom looked down at his feet as he tugged on his sleeves. “I-I’d want to at least meet them and see what they’re like.” He looked at BamBam then Youngjae. “I think Jackson’s really cool right now. He’s standing up for her. Nothing may come of it, but he’s treating her like a human being and not a nuisance. I’d like to think I’d do the same.”

Silence settled over them. The line was clearly drawn between them.

Until Jackson broke it.

“For the last time, what did you say?” Jackson asked. The fury had lessened, but the pain was still there.

Jinyoung visibly deflated. “I don’t remember, exactly. I was angry and…” His words died off. He cleared his throat and spoke a little louder. “I called her a saesang and kind of accused her of being after your money and status.”

“Hyung!” Yugyeom locked his arms around Jackson and hauled him back behind Jaebeom.

“Why would you do that? Why would you insult her like that? She’s done nothing wrong. If anything, you should be insulting me and saying shit like that to me! Not her. She doesn’t deserve it. You know nothing about her. You don’t know what she goes through—”

“Jackson.” Yugyeom called out to him, trying to get through to him. “Jackson, man. Calm down. You’re shouting. Someone might hear you.”

“We should go backstage,�� Youngjae said as he bit on his thumbnail. “We need to finish getting ready.”

“You don’t know her!” Jackson’s voice drowned out whatever Mark had to say. Jinyoung’s gaze fell to the floor in front of his feet.

“I know I don’t, but that doesn’t mean that you do.”

“At least I’m trying to.” Jackson spat, no longer resisting against Yugyeom’s hold. “What’s gotten into you? What’s made you be so damn unreasonable?”

Jinyoung didn’t look at him, and for a minute, Jackson didn’t think he’d get a response. It wasn’t until Jaebeom and Yugyeom had guided him back to the dressing room that he heard Jinyoung’s response. “I’m just doing what we’re supposed to.”

Jackson scoffed, but kept moving forward. “You know, what you’re supposed to do isn’t always the right thing to do.”

Jackson kept calling. Over and over, hoping you’d pick up. By midnight, he gave up. It wasn’t likely you’d answer past midnight. He only hoped you were able to get to sleep. His imagination ran away with him as he laid in his hotel bed. There was another meet the next day, so he still had time to try to win you over. But it wasn’t much, given how packed the schedule was.

“Still up?”

In the darkness, he could barely make out the faint glow of Youngjae’s phone in the other bed. He was usually the last to go to sleep. “Yeah.”

“Thinking about her?”

Jackson bit back the automatic reply. Did Youngjae really care? He shook his head at the thought. Of course he did. Maybe not about you in particular, but rather Jackson’s feelings. “Yeah.”

“Don’t worry too much.” The covers shifted loudly in the silent room as Youngjae rolled over to face him. “She’ll come around. Give her some time.”

“But I don’t have time,” Jackson barely let him get the sentence out. “We’re only in town for a few days.”

“What could you possibly offer her?” His words were softened by his understanding tone. “It isn’t like you have that many options.”

“But I want to get to know her! I want to show her the world and my favorite places and food and—”

“But you can’t.” Youngjae sat up. “You can’t do any of that. We have schedules and stuff. You’ll get in trouble and what if you’re caught with her? What if the label finds out? What if the staff tells on you?”

“It’s not fair. Why would I be given the opportunity to meet my soulmate and be unable to do anything about it?”

“Because she isn’t just ‘your’ soulmate. We’re all synced to her. If it’s a fluke, then you’re risking everything for nothing.” He paused, “I know that isn’t what you want to hear, but you should let it go.”

“No!” Jackson sat up and faced Youngjae who flopped back down on his own bed. “I won’t! I refuse to let it end like this. Jin-hyung said mean things and I should apologize for them. If we’re really not soulmates, if I never see or speak to her again, she at least deserves an apology.”

“Okay, but how will you do that if she isn’t speaking to you?” Youngjae picked up his phone. “She needs some time to cool off.”

Jackson hated to admit he was right. Though time was a precious commodity, he’d have to sacrifice it for her. He laid back down, rolling over to look out the window next to his bed. He searched the stars, straining to see them through the thick cloud coverage overhead. Yet, he somehow still found his special purple star. A whim struck him and he tightly closed his eyes, mentally making a wish as he poured all of his hope into the plea. When he was done, he picked up his phone and stared at your last message.

He’d try again.

Instead of typing out another lengthy apology, he tapped the record audio icon. “Hey, _____.” He swallowed hard and shut his eyes as he organized his thoughts. “I understand that you’re upset with him, with me. I’ll respect your decision if you choose to stop talking to me. It’ll hurt, but I’ll give you space. But, please, let me apologize to you in person. I hate that he got to meet you and I didn’t, that he gave you the complete opposite reception I would have. You’ve got to know that. I thought I was protecting you by not telling you how the others felt about the situation, and that was wrong.” He exhaled hard. “So, maybe we could meet somewhere public, like a Starbucks or something. Give me the chance to leave you with a better impression and memory. Please?”

He ended the recording and sent the message along with an emoji: 🙏

“You have your dad’s temper, I swear.” Kristen jabbed her milkshake with her straw with a frown. You choked on your own drink and she looked up. “I can see being pissy at that one guy, but why the others?”

You hit your chest with your fist as you coughed violently. “No, it’s okay. Watch me die.”

“I mean, don’t you have more lives? You should be at, like, five.” She put her cup down on the table and uncurled her leg from under her to face you. “_____, you should go see him.”

“Right, so I can argue with someone else over my intentions? No, thank you.” You looked down at your drink. “If I wanted to deal with my dad I’d be at home more. And,” you flipped her off, “say that shit again and I swear to God I’ll disown you.”

Kristen pursed her lips and you just knew you were about to walk out of the restaurant. But then her shoulders dropped. “Don’t you think you’re being a little too harsh? I mean, you hate it when you get blamed for shit you had nothing to do with, so why are you holding this guy responsible?”

“Because he should’ve been there waiting. And even so, the other asshole wasn’t alone. That guy didn’t speak up either!” You crossed your arms. Why were you even bothering to keep their identities a secret? As far as you were concerned, you’d never see or speak to them again. You didn’t owe them anything.

So why did it hurt to consider betraying Jackson’s trust?

“It sounds like dude’s been through some shit, girl.” She laced her fingers together as her brows wrinkled. “I’m not saying what he said was okay. It’s just, from what you’ve told me, something’s missing. People regularly try to extort or blackmail them or something? Why the fuck was that his first thought? And then the way he straight up doubled down on it and acted like you were gonna attack him. Shit’s weird, sis.”

“Well, yeah, but—” You hated how her questions made you hesitate. She hadn’t been there taking the brunt of his anger and insults. It wasn’t like you were there to see him. You were just trying to see Jackson. But…you knew some of the horrible shit idols had to deal with. And you knew Jinyoung’s role in the group. “Damn it.”

Kristen nodded her head. “I’m not gonna ask for more info because it’s your business, but if you ask me,” she leaned back in her chair, “he deserves a chance to speak his piece. What’s the worst that can happen? Is he really gonna let that guy near you again when he’s been texting and calling round the clock and apologizing? Hell, no.”

She had another point. Jackson wanted to meet up somewhere away from the group, just you two. It wouldn’t be likely that Jinyoung would be around. “I guess it couldn’t hurt.”

You ended up choosing a little mom-and-pop diner not far from their hotel and planned to meet at three in the afternoon. He had a small window of time to explore before they had to go back to the Convention Center. Of course, all of this had been arranged over text message so there was no guarantee it really was him and not someone else with his phone. You kept imagining scenarios where it turned out to be Jinyoung or lawyers and nearly got off the train to go home a few times.

But if you were wrong, it’d really hurt him. You couldn’t say how you knew for sure, but you were more certain of that than the validity of the whole meeting. You tucked your coat closer to your chest as an icy blast of air pushed against you and breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the bright neon sign of the diner come into view.

You stepped inside the diner and looked around. Would he stand out or—

“_____!” Jackson stood up and whisper yelled with a cheery smile, waving you over. The way your heart sang and your hands itched to touch him was embarrassing. The animosity took a back seat as you smiled back and practically skipped over to him. He gave you a quick one-armed hug, and you both sat down, picking up the menus. “I’m glad you could make it.”

You scoffed. “As if I’d stand you up.” You gave him a sly grin. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Your pouty face would haunt me forever.”

He smiled back, and his knee brushed against yours. “Would that be a bad thing then? I’d always be on your mind. I like that.”

You laughed behind your menu. “Are you always so shameless?”

He ducked his head. “Only when I need to be forgiven.”

You giggled, feeling your cheeks prickle with heat. The waitress came to take your orders. Jackson ordered a tilapia and rice while you opted for a burger and fries. You’d skipped lunch and weren’t sure what was for dinner. It could be one of those fend for yourself nights.

As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, Jackson’s face turned serious. “I want to apologize for yesterday. I should have been there. Jinyoung told me what he said to you, and I want you to know that I set him straight.”

You sipped your orange juice. “Good to know. Not that I’ll be going near him ever again. I’d like to avoid getting arrested.”

“No one would arrest you. If anything, someone might get arrested for you.” He reached across the table and took your hand. “I understand if you’re not interested in him, but some of us would like a proper chance to meet you. Yugyeom has a million questions and Youngjae has a gift he’d like to give you.”

You shook your head. “But there’s no guarantee all of you are my soulmates. Wouldn’t it be better to wait until we hear from the company before we go making life-changing decisions?”

He nodded. “I can understand that. It’s a little scary having the attention of so many people at once, right?”

“No, it’s not—”

“Please, _____. If even for a little bit, could you let us pretend? We’d like to have someone in our lives. We’d like to have you, someone who puts her foot down and stands her ground. When Jaebeom told me what you did and said, I was so impressed and proud of you. And I owe you. You went through the trouble of coming out to see me—I want to treat you to a trip. You said you wanted to travel. You could come with us.”

“Don’t you have to get permission for that? No one’s gonna okay that. And don’t get me started on Jinyoung.” You shook your head again. “Besides, I’d have to take time off from work and school. I need the money to help pay bills, and I really need to focus on my math class. I can’t afford to take it again.”

His face fell. The waitress returned with your plates. Without another word, he picked up his fork, and you ate in silence. You caught him eyeing you from time to time, like he wanted to say something but let it go. You felt bad for shutting him down, but you didn’t have a choice. You weren’t a princess who could afford to drop life and run off with him. You could barely afford to put gas in your car.

“Would you consider hanging out with Yugyeom one day? He was adamant about spending some time with you before we left.” He twiddled his thumbs over the top of his cup. “It took a lot of convincing to keep him from coming.”

You briefly imagined how crowded the small table would have been with Yugyeom there. A small part of you pouted at the missed opportunity.

“We’ll see. I can’t make any promises, though. I have work and school.” You shrugged.

He nodded. “I’ll explain it to him.” His hand slid across the cold table and gingerly touched yours. It was tentative, as if he expected you to pull away. So you didn’t. His eyes searched yours and you smiled back. His hand engulfed yours in warmth and gave it a gentle squeeze.

It felt good. Like the first lick of flames in a fireplace. The slow growth of warmth in an otherwise freezing home. You could see yourself huddling closer to it for comfort and acceptance. You squeezed his hand back.

“I’m really sorry, _____.” He lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before letting go. Just like that, the flame went out the second your hands disconnected. “I wish there was a way to make it up to you.”

‘You could keep holding my hand.’ You shrugged it off. “You don’t have to. As crazy as it sounds, I forgive you.” Why did you say that? Did you forgive him for leaving you to the wolf? Looking at the sincerity in his eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to hold it against him. Jinyoung was a person separate from Jackson. Plus, Jackson was too fucking cute with his pouts. “Yeah. I forgive you.”

He broke out into a wide, beaming smile that had you choking on an “aww.” Jeez.

“Thank you! It won’t happen again, I swear. Or if it does, I’ll wring his neck myself.” He let out a breath. “So, I can stay in touch? Like, we can still call each other and text?”

You nodded. “I’d like that. I’ll need someone to encourage me to be healthy. And it seems like you need a nobody to talk to before you go to sleep.”

“You are not a nobody!” He narrowed his eyes but couldn’t quite shake that ever-present smile.

“You’re biased.” You pointed at him.

“How can I not be?” The playful look in his eyes softened to something you didn’t want to name as your breath caught in your chest. This was dangerous, a nuclear situation if not handled properly. Thinking quickly, you changed the subject to something safe.

“So, since you left out that important detail before, what do the others think about this whole mess? You said Yugyeom and Youngjae want to meet me, but what else?”

Jackson slumped down in his seat and pulled his baseball cap down over his eyes. “No,” he groaned. “Anything but that.”

“Tell me.” You tapped the table. “I need to know before they…Please.”

He peeked at you, then pushed the hat back enough for you to see his eyes. “It feels like I’m the only one who at least wants it. And I can understand it. But…I have this feeling in my gut that’s never let me down before.” He slowly lifted his gaze until it met yours. “I’m as sure of this, of you, as I am with my music and business. It feels like we’re supposed to be near each other, in whatever way we choose. And the thought of giving up on this connection makes me sick.”

You reached across the table and took his hands in yours, brushing your thumbs over the back of them. “So we won’t. Like we said on the phone, best friends forever, right?”

He gave your hands a gentle squeeze as the cozy warm feeling returned. “Right.” This time you didn’t let go. You both cherished the comforting touch in silence, amazed at how right it felt. “Your hands are soft.”

Your face scrunched up as you fought a giggle. “You’re just now noticing? I chose my best lotion, just in case.”

He perked up and leaned forward, bringing his face near yours. “Wait, you wanted me to hold your hands?”

“Huh?” You flushed and couldn’t look at him. “I mean, don’t you shake hands when you meet someone? I wouldn’t be so rude to you even if I was upset.”

Judging by the goofy grin on his face, Jackson wasn’t buying your bullshit. “Mmhm, sure.” His watch buzzed, drawing his attention. He caught saw the time and his smile fell. “I gotta head back.”

You checked your phone. “Yeah. My train is coming. If I miss it, I’ll be stuck out here another hour before the next one comes.”

You both neatly stacked your dishes and utensils, then reached for your pockets at the same time. Your eyes met and neither of you spoke. You slowly picked out a twenty-dollar bill and somehow you still slapped money down on the table at the same time.

“Are we really gonna do this?” You asked with a pointed look at your hands.

“If we have to.” He licked his lips. “But you shouldn’t pay. I asked you out, so I should pay.”

“And if I’d listened to you before, we wouldn’t have had to come here.” You pushed at his fingers with your own, but he wouldn’t budge.

“And if I’d been paying attention to my stylist, I would have been ready and waiting for you by the time you showed up.” He put his other hand on top of yours. “Please, BunBun?”

“BunBun?” The pet name was more than enough to distract you so he could slide your hand back and out of the way.

He pointed at your head. “You have the poofy buns!” The waitress came to the table, and he slid the money to her. “This is for the tip,” he handed her a black card, “and this is for the meal.”

“Thank you!” The girl smiled brightly. “I’ll bring your bill.”

You mimicked Jackson as you put the money away. “BunBun. Giving me cute nicknames.”

Minutes later, you were outside, walking side by side towards the train station. The sun was starting to set, and you were sure as shit cutting it close if you wanted to get home before curfew. Your hand brushed against his and that flicker of warmth returned. You wanted to hold his hand so bad that you jumped when his hand automatically filled yours, holding it with a firm but gentle grip. You looked up at him, but his eyes were focused on the path ahead of you though his mind seemed to be a million miles away. His demeanor was resolute and you couldn’t explain the sense of security he gave you.

“Thank you,” he gave your hand a squeeze, “for meeting me.”

You squeezed his hand back. “Thank you for not giving up on me. I’m really glad I came.”

His eyes crinkled. A loud horn ripped through the air, shattering the moment like a mirror. You looked at the train station and your stomach dropped when you spotted your train approaching the platform.

“Shit! I gotta go!” You broke out into a run but stopped suddenly, as if tethered to a post. Without thinking, you ran back to Jackson and yanked your mask down. “Bye!” You kissed his cheek through his mask then took off again. You barely made it aboard thanks to an elderly couple holding the doors for you. You stepped over feet and bags and found a seat by the window. Jackson was still standing where you left him, fingers pressed to his cheek. You waved at him as the train’s horn sounded again and it lurched forward, onward to the next stop.

Once you couldn’t see Jackson anymore, you turned around in your seat with a sigh. Though you’d never admit it out loud, it hurt like hell to leave him standing there.

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PLEASE READ: Formerly Jinyoungsir & Bubblebeom. All stories marked with [M] contain explicit 18+ sexual content. ♥︎ I am not currently creating any new content for MX at this time 7/6/22♥︎

Group Series Master Lists →

Little Things [Dad!AU Mini-Series Master List]

Valentine Collection 2020 [Mini Series Master List]

The Pleasure Chest [Writing Collab Master List]

Lim Jaebeom →

Stories...

A Little Late [married!au, fluff] jaebeom forgets your first anniversary but in all honesty, so have you, & it’s all ok.

Sweet Lullaby [married/parent!au] your husband singing to your newborn makes you fall for him all over again.

Window Seat [valentine!au, fluff] falling for the cafe owner was just so cliche, but not enough to stop your heart.

Morning Coffee [prompt request; fluff] new apartment; same hot boyfriend attempting breakfast shirtless to make you swoon.

It’s A Date [prompt request; bad boy!au] your date is the troublesome kind but it’s the just the kind of trouble you like.

Thursday Girl [fluff, neighbor!au] fed up with your noisy neighbor, you give him a piece of you mind get a big shock.

Forgive Me [angst, romance] in which jaebeom knocks out your cheating bf and confesses that he loves you.

Moonlight Cafe I [vampire!au, soulmate!au] a handsome stranger in your small town stirs up a little hope in your heart.

Moonlight Cafe II [M] [vapmire!au, sequel, smut]

Park Jinyoung →

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The Prince [fluff] your fiancé surprises you and your class.

Don’t be an asshole. Asshole. [prompt request; humor, suggestive] your boss is a grade A jerk but boy is he infuriatingly good looking and…flirting? with you?

Under Control [married/parent!au, fluff] your husband volunteers baby duty and it’s perhaps a little…rough.

Second thoughts [valentine!au, fluff] jinyoung hates valentine’s day until you call his name out on that busy street.

Rule Number One [M] [fwb to lovers!au, smut] rules have been broken but that’s not always a bad thing.

Making A Move [M] [roommate!au, smut] jinyoung had assumed his friends knew how he felt about you…until mark and jackson try to take you home. will he make THE move?

Handsome Devil [devil!au, romance] the devil appears in your office every 30 days waiting for you to accept his offer.

Scenarios/Misc...

Happy Birthday [timestamp; spicy romance]

Comfort [timestamp; spicy romance]

Stray Children [timestamp; fluff, feat. skz]

Jackson Wang →

Stories...

Romantically Challenged [roommate!au, f2l] you and jackson are in love and everyone knows but you. even jacks.

Waking Up In Vegas [f2l, fluff, humor] waking up in Vegas with a stranger in your bed and a ring on your finger is nightmare fuel…but what if it’s actually your best friend?

Waking Up In Vegas, TGIF [M] [sequel; smut] reliving the wild night you decided to up and marry jackson in Vegas.

In and Out [married/parent!au] in which your helicopter husband hovering is more stressful than actually giving birth.

Big Surprise [M] [valentine!au] in which jackson’s naked body is so lethal it sends the neighbor to the ER.

Hold My Balls [M] [collab; cringe-humor, smut] the new basketball coach has you by the metaphorical balls.

No.14 We’re roommates but we’re falling for each other [request; roommate au!, fluff] in which jackson might try to hold your hand on the couch, and you like it.

Let’s Mate...I Mean DATE! [werewolf!au, mate!au] Jackson just cannot figure out why he suddenly can’t get enough of you until his pack smacks him upside the head.

Mark Tuan →

Stories...

Cry Baby [dad!au, fluff] mark tuan is a crier for all the good and bad things in life, especially when it’s about his daughter.

Marry Me [M] [romance, smut] a proposal in the throes of passion seems dramatic but it’s very on brand for mark.

Good To Me [M] [romance, smut] just two lovers healing together in the face of past intimacy issues.

Absolutely Fetching [shifter!au, fluff] you’re in shock when you find out your rescued dog is actually a shifter.

No.43 Taking care of the other when sick or injured [fluff, comfort] marks a great bf. that’s all.

No.48 I called you at 2am because I need you [comfort] mark is always there when you need him.

Choi Youngjae →

Stories...

Silver Bells [married/parent!au, fluff] it’s baby’s first christmas and your mother gifts a little sentimental token.

Open Tab [M] [s2l, smut] bartender!youngjae, the one with all the tattoos, is here to prove love ain’t all bad.

Just A Friend [f2l, humor] it takes one inappropriate group chat & 2 illegal street racers to get two idiots together.

You’re The Worst [guardian angel!au, fluff] pretty falling in love with your guardian angel is against the rules and yet you just can’t help yourself and neither can he.

Scenarios/Misc...

Fake Text #1 [M] [spicy content!]

Bambam →

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Over The Top [married/parent!au, fluff, humor] It’s the twins 1st birthday and your husband is throwing a huge party.

I think I Love You [f2l, fluff] moonlit rooftop confessions gotta be one of my fav genres.

Promise [mafia!au, forbidden love] you’re the daughter of his boss, he’s you’re body guard. you’re not supposed to fall for each other this way but you’re too stubborn to let go.

Kim Yugyeom →

Stories...

Welcome Home [married/parent!au] your husband takes a moment with your newborn daughter and tells a story.

Super In Love [M] [stepdad!au, fluff, smut] yugyeom stands to gain both a wife and a daughter whom he loves more than the moon and all the stars in the sky.

Misc Group Content →

Finding out their partner is pregnant [React]

Their crush is being affectionate [React]

Reasons their teen is mad at them [Scenario]

Make Outs with GOT7 [Imagine]

Booty Call Texts [Incorrect Texts]

Mafia Series GC [Incorrect Texts]

GOT7 First Dates [Imagine]

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